The Primordial Era: Starting from Being Forced to Become an Apprentice of the Three Pure Ones

The 108 human beings that Nuwa personally sculpted were now complete.

But to create them one by one by hand is ultimately too time-consuming and laborious.

Therefore, she reached out from the void and pulled out a section of a gourd vine full of spiritual energy.

Then, the vines soaked into the remaining mud, greedily absorbing the life-giving sacred mud.

She then raised her arm and swung the vines towards the banks of the Yellow River.

hum!

Countless mud-soaked vines broke free from the tendrils and rained down on the silent field.

Each drop of mud stretches and elongates as it rotates, constantly absorbing the vital energy of heaven and earth that passes by.

The rough head and limbs were faintly visible in mid-air.

The moment the mud touched the ground, the outer shell made a soft "poof" sound and shattered instantly.

One by one, naked figures stood up, their eyes clear yet filled with the bewilderment of someone newly arrived in the world.

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand... they were born in droves across the vast land.

Their spiritual light was much weaker than those sculpted by Nuwa herself, and their forms were slightly blurry, but their vitality was exactly the same.

A rustling sound echoed across the wasteland—the friction of countless feet treading the earth for the first time, and the unintelligible syllables emanating from countless throats.

As the vines made their final, graceful motion, their luster began to dim.

The breeze had changed direction without me noticing.

It still brushes against the rock face, but no longer echoes in vain.

The silence was replaced by a low thumping sound, the sound of millions of hearts beating simultaneously from the newly born innate human race.

Nuwa gazed silently at the newly born race.

The first "person" was tentatively reaching out a trembling hand to the nearest vine-formed being of the same kind.

Fingertips were about to touch, yet hesitated with a sense of unfamiliarity, and a curiosity that came from the bloodline.

Seeing that Nuwa had successfully created humans, Taibai quickly picked up the clay figurines sculpted by the three of them and strode forward.

"Please, Uncle-Master, unleash your great supernatural powers!"

Nuwa glanced at the three clay sculptures in Taibai's hands, said nothing, and with a wave of her hand, her pure creative power merged into them.

With the infusion of the laws of creation, the man, the dragon, and the wolf simultaneously "came to life".

Unlike the humans formed from the vines before, the three of them, Taibai and his companions, devoted all their energy and resources to infuse almost every imaginable spiritual essence into the creature.

Therefore, the immortal aura emanating from these three individuals was significantly stronger.

After the wolf and dragon raised their heads and roared, their forms changed, transforming into the appearance of innate Dao bodies.

At this moment, 129,600 humans have been fully created.

Above the heavens, the Heavenly Dao also responded.

Above the heavens, boundless golden clouds of merit suddenly spread out, their vastness stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, covering the heavens and the earth, illuminating the primordial wilderness.

The majestic voice of the Heavenly Dao descended from the highest heavens and resounded throughout the universe.

Amidst the surging golden clouds, countless golden phoenixes, condensed from pure merit, soared into the sky, while golden dragons circled the pillars, their scales and feathers shimmering, weaving together a sacred scroll that shook the heavens and the earth.

This commotion was enough to alarm all the gods and spirits, and shake the past and the future.

"One mu, six mu... ten thousand mu..."

Taibai pushed his divine sense to its limit, spreading it in all directions, attempting to measure the boundaries of this golden cloud of merit.

However, no matter how far his divine senses roamed, up to the limit of the perception of a Taiyi Golden Immortal, what he could see and touch with his divine senses was still only the tip of the iceberg of this boundless golden cloud.

The golden clouds seemed to possess their own universe, layer upon layer, extending into the infinite distance, vast and boundless, so vast that even the divine sense of Taiyi could not completely cover them.

In contrast, Aoki and Kokoro stood frozen in place, utterly shocked and speechless. They had never witnessed such a breathtaking scene before.

At this moment, Nuwa had already risen into the air.

Immediately afterwards, boundless heavenly merits and virtues descended with a thunderous roar.

The next moment, eighty percent of this vast sea of ​​merit, the most boundless sea of ​​merit since the beginning of time, suddenly converged and transformed into a pure pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth, enveloping Nuwa within it.

Her primordial spirit, infused with immeasurable merit, expanded and ascended in dimensionality at an unprecedented speed.

The last invisible barrier of the Primordial Purple Qi melted away inch by inch under the burning of the Sacred Fire of Merit.

Om-!

A vibration beyond sound emanated from her body and resounded simultaneously in the depths of the Dao heart of every living being in the primordial world.

Her aura underwent a fundamental transformation.

From the peak of severing the two corpses, he crossed the threshold of Quasi-Saint in one step, and without stopping, continued to climb towards that supreme position.

A moment later, a certain boundary within Nuwa's body was completely broken.

An aura belonging to a sage appeared, and boundless purple energy surged from the east, spreading for 30,000 miles and covering the entire sky.

Golden lotuses bloomed from the void, sweet springs began to gush from the ground, and the stars in the sky shone brightly.

At this moment, every corner of the primordial world was illuminated by auspicious light.

A majestic and sacred power, surpassing all things and spirits, swept across the entire world with the Yellow River at its center.

At this moment, all living beings in the primordial world, regardless of their cultivation level, felt an instinctive awe emanating from the depths of their very being.

All the countless creatures of the primordial era faced the Yellow River and, involuntarily, prostrated themselves on the ground.

Even the Great Luo Golden Immortal felt his magical power stagnate, and the Quasi-Saint also looked solemn.

They all clearly felt an invisible shackle from the Heavenly Dao.

When a sage is born, heaven and earth rejoice; when his divine power descends, all spirits bow down.

Nuwa slowly opened her eyes, and in those eyes was reflected the endless Daoist principles of the birth and death of stars and the rotation of eras.

She is still herself, but she is no longer the "she" she once was.

Her personal emotions did not disappear, but were elevated to a more expansive dimension.

That is the perspective of a sage who is in harmony with the Way of Heaven, who regards all things as straw dogs, yet is compassionate.

She looked down at the group of innocent and vulnerable newborn humans at her feet, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes.

That is the creator's concern for creation, and it is also the only distinct humanistic anchor point in her saintly enlightenment.

Then, she raised her head, her gaze piercing through the Thirty-Three Heavens, her voice calm yet resounding deep within the true spirit of every sentient being in the primordial world:

"I am Nuwa, and today I have created humans and made them saints. A hundred years from now, I will preach the Great Dao in the Nuwa Palace."

For the next 30,000 years, all living beings in the primordial world are forbidden from attacking humans. Anyone who violates this rule will be punished.

"I will surely cast him into the deepest hell, so that he may suffer a fate worse than death, his body tormented by the flames of karma."

As for the remaining two merits, they were divided into several streams. One stream fell towards Taibai and his two companions, while the other stream fell towards the newly born human race.

Taibai summoned the Gengjin sword to receive the merit, but his gaze remained fixed on Nuwa, his mind filled with doubt:

"I clearly remember that before Nuwa became a saint, she had only just severed one of her corpses."

Why is he now a Quasi-Saint who has severed two corpses? If he has now become a Saint, wouldn't he be at least at the fourth level of Sainthood?

The most distinctive feature of achieving sainthood through merit is that the higher a cultivator's cultivation level is before becoming a saint, the more profound their cultivation level will be after becoming a saint.

Taibai was most surprised by this. He did not expect that Nuwa had severed her second corpse when she was in seclusion.