The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

Chaotic void, Nuwa's Heaven.

Nuwa finished her sermon a thousand years ago, and now her merits were complete. The people who came to listen gradually left, but when most of them had left, there were still more than ten people left in Nuwa's Palace.

Those who remained were all demons, with Di Jun as their leader. Seeing Nuwa's puzzled expression, Di Jun clasped his hands and said, "Your Majesty has now become a saint. Do you understand the outcome of the conflict between the Wu and Yao races?"

After Nuwa became a saint, the cultivators of the prehistoric world no longer addressed her as "Fellow Daoist Nuwa," but instead as "Goddess Nuwa." Even Di Jun was no exception; the power of a saint was evident to all, and everyone had to treat her with utmost care.

Just as Nuwa was about to speak, a sudden thought struck her. She looked up towards the direction of Zixiao Palace and pondered for a moment, "The matter of the witch and the demon is preordained by Heaven, and I should not interfere." Originally, after Nuwa became a saint, she could also foresee the future of the witch and the demon, in addition to the words of Beiming.

She could now see that the fortunes of both the witch and demon races were showing signs of decline, confirming the principle that prosperity inevitably leads to decline. However, just as she was about to explain the reason, the Heavenly Dao suddenly issued a warning, forcing her to swallow her words.

At the same time, considering that her elder brother was still among the demons and was already in the midst of a great calamity, she felt a surge of anxiety. In the end, she had no choice but to think that even if she didn't interfere in the affairs of the witches and demons, she should be able to protect Fuxi.

Hearing this, Di Jun was displeased, but he couldn't be presumptuous in front of the Sage. In his mind, Nuwa, as a demon, might not have any goodwill towards the Heavenly Court, but her brother still held a position there. Now that she had attained Sagehood, dealing with the Witch Clan would be a piece of cake; he hadn't expected her to refuse so decisively.

Di Jun was helpless, but still wanted to try, so he turned to Fuxi for help, hoping that the other party could persuade him again. After all, Nuwa was his younger sister, and if Nuwa didn't even give Fuxi face, then he would have no choice but to give up.

Having received a hint from Di Jun, Fuxi spoke up: "Little sister, what do you think about the matter of the witches and demons?..." He didn't continue, trusting that Nuwa would understand the meaning behind his words.

Upon hearing her brother's inquiry, Nuwa sighed and said, "You may not know this, but I have already become a saint. However, after refining the Primordial Purple Qi, my primordial spirit must be entrusted to the Heavenly Dao. Although I can achieve immortality, I am still subject to the constraints of the Heavenly Dao. As for matters concerning witches and demons, saints cannot interfere."

After speaking, she sighed again and vanished from everyone's sight. Nuwa, being a demon, had initially intended to help with this seemingly casual act, given that her brother was still in Heaven. However, the warning from Heaven dispelled her joy at becoming a saint.

Upon hearing Nuwa's words, Dijun believed she wouldn't lie about this matter. He also began to worry about the future conflict between the demon race, all because of the Wu Clan's 'Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation'. Even though the Heavenly Court already possessed the perfected 'Zhou Tian Star Formation', he still lacked confidence, and finally led his troubled demon followers away from Nuwa's Heaven.

Nuwa watched the departing demons, her expression extremely complex. After becoming a saint, she could now deduce many things that were previously unknown to her. At the same time, she thought to herself that as long as one remained in the primordial world, even a saint was subject to the control of the Heavenly Dao. It seemed that even having attained the Great Dao, one could not act recklessly in the future, for the Heavenly Dao of the primordial world possessed its own independent thought.

Considering the sages, Nuwa thought of the human race she had casually created. She had left them in the Northern Sea to be cared for, but she couldn't guarantee how they would treat her. Although Nuwa was now a sage, she was still filled with curiosity about this newborn race.

Previously, she had been busy preaching and hadn't paid much attention to it. But in the past thousand years, Nuwa had re-examined the Dao of Creation. Although her understanding of this Dao was more thorough, she still didn't know what was so extraordinary about this race that they would receive such a massive amount of merit upon their birth, enabling quasi-saint cultivators to break through to sainthood.

Nuwa's mind immediately stirred, and she was well aware of what the human race had experienced over the past thousand years. She was astonished. No wonder; the human race's experiences over the past millennium were truly astonishing. She could see that Beiming had adopted a laissez-faire approach to the human race.

Although they also passed down cultivation methods, these were all the results of the human race's own efforts. Although Nuwa could not clearly see the situation in the human race's holy city, she was aware that the three ancestors of the human race had reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Nuwa was eager to learn about the situation in the human race's holy city, but the entire city was a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, and it was engraved with arrays that obscured the secrets of heaven. Even a sage could not glimpse its secrets. Nuwa then had a thought and disappeared from the Nuwa Palace. She was truly curious as to how the human race could cultivate to the level of Great Luo Golden Immortal in just a thousand years.

As soon as they landed in front of the human holy city, a person emerged from the city. This person bore a striking resemblance to Bei Ming. He clasped his hands in greeting to Nuwa and said, "This humble Daoist is the Netherworld Blood Sea, one of the three corpses of Daoist Bei Ming, also known as Daoist Kongtong. Greetings, Fellow Daoist Nuwa."

The Taoist of Kongtong lived on the shore of the East Sea year-round and noticed Nuwa's arrival immediately. However, unlike others, he did not address her as "Goddess Nuwa." Even Hongjun was addressed as "fellow Daoist," so how could Nuwa be addressed as such?

Nuwa had anticipated the appearance of the Kongtong Daoist, but she was not entirely at peace. This was because his cultivation had reached the peak of Quasi-Saint, and his aura was far stronger than that of most of the peak Quasi-Saints she had encountered before.

Nuwa hadn't expected that Beiming's cultivation was so profound, and that his ability to sever his three corpses was not simple either. She then set aside her contemptuous attitude after becoming a saint and said, "Fellow Daoist Kongtong, I must thank you for taking care of the human race these past thousand years. May I enter the Holy City for a visit?"

Kongtong nodded, "As a Holy Mother of the Human Race, Fellow Daoist, you are naturally qualified to go." With that, he waved his hand, and the city gates opened wide. Together with Nuwa, he stepped inside.

Upon entering the holy city, Nuwa was stunned by the sight before her. Celestial music filled the air, auspicious clouds drifted by, rare and exotic beasts abounded, celestial birds danced in the sky, celestial palaces and jade pavilions stood in rows, and numerous celestial islands floated in the air.

However, these were not the reasons for her surprise. Among them were many human cultivators, whose cultivation levels varied, but there were hundreds who had reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, and the three ancestors of the human race had already reached the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

"Greetings to the Holy Master of Humanity, greetings to the Holy Mother." When Nuwa arrived, Kongtong sent Suiren and his two companions, along with other human cultivators, to pay their respects. After all, Nuwa's status was undeniable. However, in everyone's hearts, Kongtong Daoist was clearly placed before Nuwa.

In the hearts of humanity, Nuwa, though a holy mother, made contributions to humanity that far surpassed those of a saintly teacher. The current cultivation levels of the three human ancestors, reaching the quasi-saint level, are also inseparable from their destiny.

"I am the Holy Mother of the Human Race, yet I have not fulfilled my due responsibilities. You need not be so polite." Although she was surprised by the speed of human development and the other party was very respectful to her, Nuwa could tell that the person these people truly respected was the Daoist of Kongtong.