From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Nuwa sensed the opportunity to become a saint, but couldn't find the source, so she came down from Mount Buzhou and wandered across the vast land, looking for a chance to prove her truth.

On this day, Nuwa saw a little Taoist boy with a congenital Taoist body sitting by the lake playing in the water.

She glanced at her own human-headed snake body on the water surface, which possessed a unique beauty and charm.

But when Nuwa compared herself with the little Taoist boy who was immersed in playing in the water, she couldn't help feeling a little awkward.

At this moment, Nuwa seemed to realize something. She took a piece of mud containing spiritual power and some lake water, and began to make a clay doll in the shape of the little Taoist boy.

Nuwa casually shot out a ray of light of creation, which sank into the clay doll. The divine light bloomed, and the clay figure grew greatly, instantly becoming the same size as her, but without a trace of life.

Seeing that the effect she had imagined was not achieved, Nuwa stared at the clay figure as tall as herself and frowned slightly.

She squatted down, looking at the mud made from the spiritual mud and lake water she used, and fell into deep confusion.

She somehow felt that her chance to become a saint was right there, so why didn't she succeed?

Nuwa, who was lost in thought, did not notice that the little Taoist boy, who had been playing in the water, had taken his feet out of the water, walked over with his chubby bare feet, squatted beside her, and stared at the mud in front of her.

He looked at the lifeless clay figure with some curiosity.

He got up and ran back to his cave, took a basin filled with mud from his home, took a bottle of water, and returned to Nuwa.

Seeing that Nuwa was still in deep contemplation, the little Taoist boy rolled up his sleeves and poured out from the bottle the water he had filled in the pool when he left home, and the basin of mud that he had brought out from home at some point in time.

The little Taoist boy, or rather, Mo Jiu, whose magical powers and physical strength were sealed by the Honghuang Heavenly Dao and turned into a seven-year-old baby.

Because of Honghuang's top tutoring course, he took a Qiankun package refined by the Zhang family, filled it with a bunch of messy things, sneaked out of Xuantian Island, and ran away from home.

I don’t know if it’s because he was sealed and turned into a little Taoist boy, but his personality is much more childish than before, like a real child.

Along the way, he caught a weak, solitary golden shrimp from the East China Sea and let it carry him to the shore.

Then he began his lonely wandering life.

The prehistoric world was full of dangers. Mo Jiu encountered fights with liches several times, but he managed to escape each time by relying on his appearance as a little Taoist child.

It was a rare opportunity to find this fairy mountain without any evil spirits or living creatures, so he found a cave and settled down there.

During the time he ran away from home, Mo Jiu couldn't eat or sleep well, and there was no one to play or talk to him. This was a life he had never experienced before.

Mo Jiu had long regretted running away from Xuantian Island, but his arrogant temper made him unable to bring himself to run back.

Moreover, his magical powers were sealed now, and he had to walk to go back. Mo Jiu felt very tired and didn't want to move anymore.

He was playing in the water just now. He was bored and sulking because he saw that he had been out for such a long time but his brother didn't come out to look for him!

I didn't expect to see Nuwa coming, but I saw that Nuwa didn't recognize me at all. Instead, she was thinking about her own things.

Mo Jiu had been watching her movements silently beside her.

Seeing Nuwa making a beautiful and exquisite clay doll, Mo Jiu couldn't help but think of himself in his father's world, where he saw a ceramic doll made of clay, and he also wanted one.

But Nuwa felt that he could not touch the mud made by Nuwa without her consent, so Mo Jiu could only make it by himself.

Soon the mud was formed, but Mo Jiu's chubby hands were very clumsy. He kept pinching it and the result was either shapeless or extremely ugly.

Mo Jiu, who is impatient, doesn't want to play in the mud anymore!

This mud is not fun at all, and I don’t know why Sister Nuwa likes to play with it.

Mo Jiu sulked and threw the mud in his hand back into the basin he had brought out.

Suddenly, the tip of his ears twitched and he turned his head. His bright big eyes looked at Nuwa as if he was immersed in some mysterious state, and his slender white hands subconsciously kneaded the mud.

Mo Jiu blinked, and with his fat hands he took a piece of mud from his basin and carefully replaced the mud that Nuwa was about to hold in her hand.

Hehe...she doesn't know that the clay doll she made is Xiaojiu's.

Sister Nuwa likes to make clay dolls. At worst, I can give her all the mud in the basin as a reward.

After a while, a lifelike clay figure appeared in Nuwa's palm.

Mo Jiu looked at the clay doll with shining eyes, it was so beautiful.

He picked up a piece of mud in one hand and took the clay doll with the other hand, and exchanged the mud for Nuwa.

The gods who are secretly watching this place:...

What should I do if I really want to spank this naughty little guy?

Nuwa was also stunned for a moment, then came to her senses, looked at the mud in her hands, and then looked at the clay doll in the fat hands of the little Taoist boy next to her.

Mo Jiu didn't expect that his little trick was discovered, and he smiled at Nuwa awkwardly and somewhat flatteringly.

"Sister Nuwa, can I use my mud to get you to make two clay dolls for me?" Mo Jiu blinked his big eyes, looking very cute.

There is one extra one, so I can bring it back to coax the little brother, so that he won’t make trouble for running away from home!

Nuwa's heart softened and she smiled and nodded to him.

She could tell that the clay was extraordinary, so she made a profit from the little Taoist boy by making two clay dolls.

So, under Nuwa's dexterous fingers, another exquisite and beautiful clay figure soon appeared in front of Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu held the two clay figures and ran excitedly into his cave.

After taking out a bunch of miscellaneous things from the big package, he held a stove and put the two clay figures in it.

"Fire!" Mo Jiu pinched his fingers and pointed under the stove, but no flame came out as he had imagined.

He vaguely recalled that all his magical powers were sealed.

Mo Jiu raised his head and looked at Nuwa who was carefully making clay figures by the lake not far away.

With a sudden inspiration, he ran to Nuwa holding the stove.

"Sister Nuwa, can you lend me a light?"

Nuwa turned her head to take a look, then casually lit the magical flame under his furnace and plunged into making the clay man again.

Mo Jiu squatted beside the stove, staring at the stove surrounded by flames with his big eyes full of anticipation.

But the waiting time was a bit long, and Mo Jiu soon became bored and moved around in place.

His eyes couldn't help but stare at the increasing number of clay dolls at his feet, and his eyes rolled a few times.