The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

The two items that Mosquito Taoist took out were, of course, what he had obtained during his treasure hunt and training at Buzhou Mountain. Although the Nine Heavens Breath Soil was only a small piece, it was comparable to a mountain with a single finger, which should have been enough for Nuwa to create humans. As for the Three Lights Divine Water, although some had been used to cultivate the Chaos Gourd over the years, there was still a considerable amount in stock.

Nuwa remained silent after hearing this. When she considered creating a new race, a feeling had stirred within her, though it wasn't yet fully clear. However, Beiming's sudden appearance, followed by the presentation of two items, made her realize her opportunity had arrived. Otherwise, after a thousand years, he wouldn't have appeared now and offered her assistance.

Nuwa then mixed the Three Lights Divine Water with the Nine-Colored Breath Soil and slowly began to mold new bodies. However, after molding three, she felt it was too slow. Seeing a branch beside her, she picked it up and stuck it into the soil. With a wave of her hand, hundreds and thousands of bodies appeared in front of her. Seeing this, Nuwa did not stop and continued to wave the branch.

A day later, the Nine-Colored Breath Soil was used up. Nuwa looked at the 129,600 new races she had created, exactly the number of the One Element, and was overjoyed. She glanced at them, thought for a moment, and said, "From now on, you may be called 'humans'."

As soon as the words were spoken, a loud rumble resounded in the sky, and boundless golden clouds of merit descended from the heavens. This time, the amount of merit was more abundant than ever before, with seventy percent falling upon Nuwa. After receiving the merit, Nuwa immediately sat cross-legged and began to absorb it.

Of the remaining 30%, 20% went to Mosquito Taoist as a reward for his participation, and the last 10% went to the tree branch that Nuwa used to create humans. This item immediately became the top-grade acquired merit treasure, the "Human Creation Whip".

Mosquito Taoist put away his merits, and with a wave of his hand, the Creation Whip flew into his grasp. He saw that Nuwa was still absorbing merits, while the more than 100,000 humans before him had bewildered expressions. He figured it was because they had just been born, and the primordial world was still very unfamiliar to them, which was why they were being made to cultivate with their eyes closed.

The thousands of humans ahead noticed that someone was looking at them. Finally, the three people that Nuwa had initially created with her hands stepped forward, knelt down, and said, "We pay our respects to the Holy Mother of Humanity, and to our senior."

Mosquito Taoist didn't mind being addressed as "senior" by the other party. Although he had the idea of ​​teaching the human race, they were, after all, created by Nuwa. He wanted to see how the other party would handle the matter first. If the other party ignored it, he wouldn't mind taking the human race away.

A day later, Nuwa absorbed all the merit, and her aura surged. Even Mosquito Daoist standing beside her could feel the pressure, making it difficult for him to breathe. This phenomenon gradually disappeared after he circulated his cultivation technique, but an discomfort still lingered beside Nuwa.

Then he thought, "Although the merit-based path to enlightenment is the weakest among the saints, it is still far superior to that of a mere quasi-saint. This is just the aura that the other party unintentionally released."

Suddenly, a rain of seven-colored flowers fell from the sky, and countless wisps of purple mist drifted down. Although it was not as spectacular as the scene when Hongjun became a saint, it was still quite extraordinary. Hongjun was the first saint in the primordial world, so the phenomena that appeared when the two appeared could not be generalized.

Nuwa then stood up and spoke in a mysterious voice to the primordial world, "I am Nuwa. Today, I created the human race and have attained sainthood. A hundred years from now, I will open up the 'Nuwa Heaven' in the chaos. Those who are destined may go and see it."

Upon hearing this voice, countless powerful beings in the prehistoric world revealed expressions of shock and fear. No one expected that Nuwa would become a saint before the Three Pure Ones. It should be noted that the Three Pure Ones were all Nuwa's senior brothers, and all three were proud and arrogant. At this moment, everyone could imagine the expressions on their faces.

Kunlun Mountain, inside the Sanqing Cave.

Laozi was comprehending the Primordial Purple Qi when suddenly a strange phenomenon appeared in the heavens and earth. Then he heard Nuwa's words, and his expression was quite remarkable, his lips twitching involuntarily. When he arrived at the hall, he saw Yuanshi and Tongtian waiting for him.

"Brother, I didn't expect Nuwa to attain enlightenment so quickly. Although she became a saint through merit, her aura is at least seven or eight tenths as powerful as when our teacher became a saint."

Upon seeing Laozi emerge, Yuanshi immediately spoke. The Three Pure Ones, though once as unruly as Tongtian, now possessed a solemn demeanor, devoid of their former unbridled nature.

Upon hearing the other party's words, Laozi was speechless. After a long while, he sighed and said, "We shall go to the Netherworld Blood Sea now."

“Brother, Bei Ming and we have a lot of grudges between us. Are you sure he will help us? Besides, although he knows about Nuwa’s destiny, he may not know about our path to enlightenment.” Hearing that Laozi was going to the Blood Sea, Tongtian, unlike Yuanshi, did not hold any prejudice against Bei Ming, but he still expressed his thoughts.

"Third brother, didn't you ever wonder why Beiming spoke of Nuwa in front of everyone in Heaven?" Laozi said calmly, looking at Tongtian. Then, he changed the subject.

"Besides, compared to attaining enlightenment, all grudges can be let go. What happened back then was just a small matter, there's no need to hold a grudge." He said the last sentence to Yuanshi, believing that the other party would understand what he was saying.

As expected, Yuanshi's expression only slightly changed after hearing this, and he finally sighed. The three then left Kunlun Mountain, riding the clouds towards the Blood Sea.

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Palace.

All the powerful figures of the Heavenly Court were present, and although everyone wore smiles, Fuxi was the happiest among them. Nuwa was his younger sister, and her attainment of sainthood was a joyous occasion, both for the demon race and for Fuxi herself.

"Your Majesty, a hundred years from now, Nuwa will create the Nuwa Heaven in the chaos. I wonder what gift my Heavenly Court should send?" Fuxi asked Dijun above with a smile.

Upon hearing Fuxi's words, Dijun, though smiling, still showed a hint of unease. Nuwa, though a member of the demon race, felt no sense of belonging to the demon race itself; she was now creating a new race to achieve sainthood.

Although he was not worried that this new race would threaten the Heavenly Court's position, Fuxi did not even ask if he would go to watch, but only talked about giving gifts, which made him feel awkward.

Finally, after some discussion, they decided to take all the powerful beings of Heaven with them a hundred years later. The mere fact that Nuwa was a member of the demon race was enough to draw everyone to her.

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Aside from the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun, or Emperor Jun of the Heavenly Court, the people of the prehistoric world all had different opinions.

The Witch Clan. They worried that Nuwa, upon becoming a saint, would interfere in matters concerning the witches and demons. Although she had not yet explicitly stated that she would help the demons, her elder brother held a position in the Heavenly Court, which caused a slight unease in the hearts of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

In the West, on Mount Sumeru, the expression of Amitabha Buddha became even more pained than before, and Zhunti also wore a solemn look. Then the two exchanged a glance, as if they had made a firm decision.