The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

Nuwa had no other thoughts about this; she had indeed made no contribution to the human race. Upon entering the Holy City, Nuwa could sense that twenty percent of the human race's fortune had been bestowed upon her, which pleased her greatly.

After dismissing the crowd, the Taoist of Kongtong led Nuwa on a tour of the holy city. The human holy land, in particular, was a place where only those with the cultivation level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal were qualified to enter; the spiritual energy inside was many times denser than outside.

When Nuwa arrived before the two 'temples,' her expression turned somewhat grim. This was because these two temples were the 'Temple of the Holy Teacher' and the 'Temple of the Holy Mother.' However, very few people entered or left the 'Temple of the Holy Mother' to worship. On the other hand, the Temple of the Holy Teacher was usually bustling with visitors.

Finally, she took a deep breath and said nothing. Upon arriving at the main hall, after offering tea and fruit, Nuwa asked directly, "Fellow Daoist Kongtong, although I created the human race, why is their cultivation so rapid?"

These words indirectly acknowledged the other party's status among the human race. Although saying this made this saintly figure of humanity blush slightly, she was actually curious.

“Fellow Daoist Nuwa, the humans you created were all born with innate Dao bodies, giving them a significant advantage over others on the path of cultivation. However, the humans that multiplied later, if they lacked good aptitude, although they could cultivate much faster than the Wu and Yao races, the difference was not significant.”

Kongtong didn't hide anything about this, and he believed Nuwa herself could see it too. Besides, he didn't want the other party to continue to look down on the human race as before, and to help the demon race suppress the human race in the future.

Of course, Kongtong was unaware that the Heavenly Dao had already restricted the actions of the Sages in dealing with the matters of the Witch and Demon races; otherwise, he wouldn't have thought that way.

Nuwa nodded in agreement. Since becoming a sage, she could see that Heaven intended for the human race to prosper. Although she herself was a demon, she felt some resistance to this. But Beiming was also a demon, and he treated the human race with such devotion. As the creator of this race, she had nothing more to say.

A day later, Nuwa flew away from the Holy City. However, she left her benevolent body behind in the human Holy City. The human race's fortune was of great benefit to cultivation, and she didn't want it to be wasted. She felt that if she didn't do more for the human race, over time, the human race would gradually forget about the Holy Mother, and then what fortune would be left?

At the Sanqing Temple on Mount Kunlun, Laozi and his two brothers sat facing each other.

"Brother, what do you think of the affairs of the human race?" The speaker was Yuanshi. Like Tongtian, he had never been able to grasp the true meaning of Beiming's words, "One path is passed on to three friends, two teachings are divided between Chan and Jie."

However, Laozi's circumstances differed from theirs. During this time, Yuanshi had been with Tongtian, yet their millennia of contemplation yielded no results. Today, they came together to Laozi's secluded retreat, hoping to understand his perspective. This is because merit often descends upon the human race.

Hearing Tongtian's question, Laozi was also quite puzzled. Nuwa was the creator of humankind and became a saint, and he had often paid attention to the development of humankind over the past thousand years. He hadn't expected this new race to be so extraordinary.

The Heavenly Dao frequently bestowed merits, which the Three Pure Ones greatly envied. What are merits? All cultivators of the primordial world knew them. From the founding of the Wu and Yao tribes to Nuwa's creation of humanity, each received immense benefits. Nuwa herself achieved sainthood through these merits.

Merit can be considered the elixir of cultivation, but it is not so easy to obtain. Everyone knows that establishing a race brings great merit. However, a new race created by Nuwa has received frequent blessings of merit from Heaven over a thousand years, forcing everyone to take it seriously.

“Back then, Bei Ming said that my path to sainthood lay with the human race, and I have often paid attention to them. However, I don’t quite understand why the human race acquires merit. Therefore, I thought I would take a trip to the human race to see what makes them so extraordinary.”

Lao Tzu lowered his head and pondered for a long time before speaking softly. He realized that simply paying attention to them was not enough; he needed to immerse himself in their lives and understand their customs in order to truly grasp the essence of humanity.

Upon hearing Laozi's words, both Yuanshi and Tongtian nodded. This situation made the Three Pure Ones even more convinced of Beiming's words, but their opportunities lay elsewhere. Even if Yuanshi valued the human race highly, he would not follow Laozi in living among humans.

In the primordial west, there lies Mount Sumeru.

After returning from the Chaos Space, Jieyin and Zhunti learned about the events that had occurred in the prehistoric world over the past thousand years. The demon race had kept a low profile after Emperor Jun and other high-ranking officials of the Heavenly Court went to listen to the Dao. The witch race, on the other hand, only operated on the prehistoric land; although there were frequent killings, nothing major had happened.

But after understanding the situation of the human race, the two of them had strange thoughts. "Junior brother, our Western region is lacking in spiritual energy and has few living beings, while the human race has grown to tens of millions in just a thousand years. I wonder if it is possible to convert them to our Western region?"

Zhunti nodded repeatedly after hearing this. But then he shook his head, and just as Jieyin looked puzzled, he said, "Senior brother, although we can convert humans to come to our West to strengthen ourselves, the human race is protected by Beiming. Do you think we can gain any advantage over them?"

Upon hearing this, Jieyin's face fell. To be honest, they didn't have any real grudge against Beiming. However, the fact that Beiming was always ahead of his and his fellow disciples made him somewhat displeased, and he immediately felt a pang of resentment.

"Sigh... These three ancestors of the human race only did some trivial things for the human race, yet the Heavenly Dao frequently bestowed merit upon them. Bei Ming is truly lucky to have become a Holy Master of the human race. I'm afraid he will gain quite a few benefits from the human race."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti sighed. The two brothers were single-mindedly plotting to strengthen the West, but this goal was incredibly difficult. Everything seemed irrelevant to them, which made him feel a sense of injustice in the ways of Heaven.

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Palace.

Emperor Jun sat at the head of the table, with the Demon Emperor, Demon Master, the Ten Demon Saints, and the Two Guardian Demon Saints seated below him. Upon returning from Chaos, Emperor Jun convened a meeting. They could no longer rely on the Saint Nuwa; in the event of the Lich War, the demon race's situation would be dire.

Although they were already aware of the human race's affairs, the fact that the other side treated the demon race as food greatly angered everyone. But after all, the demon race was created by Nuwa, and in the primordial world, they were ultimately not of the same ilk as the Heavenly Court.

Furthermore, the human race has the protection of Beiming, and since the other side has no objections, the Heavenly Court's demon race has nothing to say and can only keep their displeasure to themselves. As for what makes the human race so extraordinary, and why they receive so much merit, they have already set that aside. At present, the Witch Clan poses the greater threat to the Heavenly Court.

With a sigh, Di Jun said softly, "I thought that Nuwa's attainment of enlightenment would be a great joy for the Heavenly Court, but the Heavenly Dao does not allow sages to interfere in the conflict between the witches and demons. Although there are still thousands of years to go, we must prepare for a solution. What ideas do you all have?"

Upon hearing Di Jun's words, Fu Xi showed a hint of guilt. After all, Nuwa was still his younger sister, but he couldn't say anything at the moment.