Chapter 41: Panhuang

Hearing Nüwa say this, a smile appeared on Panhuang's face.

"Fellow Daoist, actually, the timing for you to attain the Dao has not yet arrived." Panhuang shook his head.

"How so?" Nüwa asked with a frown.

The Purple Qi of Hongmeng had been trembling for the past thousand years. According to the news from the Purple Qi of Hongmeng, her opportunity to attain the Dao was in the near future. Why would Panhuang say that her opportunity to attain the Dao had not yet arrived?

"Because... because Fellow Daoist Nüwa, you haven't truly come into contact with creation yet. You don't understand your power of creation. If this poor Daoist points it out, it might mislead you." Panhuang said.

In fact, he wanted to say: *You haven't even proven the Heavenly Marriage yet, and you're already creating humans? Will you have enough merit then? *

But after the words reached his lips, he held back. Isn't it good not to prove the Heavenly Marriage? At least you don't have to increase the fortune for the Demon Race. Besides, Di Jun and Taiyi's life and death were currently uncertain; what Heavenly Marriage is there to prove?

There was another point: he had told the Lunar Star Lord that if they met the Solar Star, they would die. So Panhuang forcibly swallowed the topic of the Heavenly Marriage and instead said that Nüwa didn't understand her own Dao of Creation.

Hearing Panhuang's words, Nüwa's brows furrowed even more tightly. *I don't understand the Dao of Creation enough? What is all this? *

Seeing Nüwa like this, Panhuang didn't speak. He casually picked up a clay sculpture from the ground beside Nüwa that looked like a tiger, a lion, and an ox. The power of the Law surged in his hand, and soon, a monster with a lion's head, a tiger's body, and an ox's limbs and horns appeared before Panhuang.

After it appeared, it excitedly circled around Panhuang, but after circling a few times, the power of the Law on its body disappeared, and the monster immediately fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of mud.

Seeing this scene, a thoughtful expression appeared on Nüwa's face. Then she casually picked up a clay sculpture she had just kneaded and injected the power of creation into it.

With the injection of the power of creation, the aura of life began to appear on the clay sculpture, and soon, a living creature appeared before Nüwa.

When this creature appeared, the Purple Qi of Hongmeng in Nüwa's body produced a trace of fluctuation, but it soon disappeared. This showed that her direction was correct, but it was not the final method to become a Saint.

After thinking for a while, Nüwa took another clay sculpture from the side. With the injection of the power of creation, this clay sculpture soon possessed the power of life, but it was still not what Nüwa wanted. She just kept kneading and trying like this.

A hundred years passed slowly. Panhuang had been watching Nüwa's actions beside her. In these hundred years, Nüwa constantly experimented, but none of them reached the feeling she wanted.

Now that a hundred years had passed, the first clay sculpture injected with the power of creation by Nüwa had already died, and Nüwa was stunned for a long time because of this.

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you try using your essence blood?" Seeing that Nüwa had no results, Panhuang reminded her.

"That's right!" Hearing Panhuang's words, Nüwa's eyes lit up. If she combined essence blood with the power of creation, perhaps she could really create living beings.

Thinking of this, Nüwa took a piece of mud from the pool and started kneading. Soon, a monster with a head like a camel, a neck like a goose, hands like eagle claws, a single leg like a tiger, whiskers like a shrimp by its lips, and ears and eyes bulging outward, with a body full of scales, appeared in Nüwa's hand.

Looking at what Nüwa had kneaded, Panhuang was ashamed. *Is the aesthetic of people in the Primordial World so strange? *

After kneading this monster, Nüwa pricked her fingertip, forced out a drop of fresh blood, and dripped it onto the monster's brow. Afterward, the power of creation surged from the spot of the fresh blood into the clay sculpture's body.

This time, Nüwa felt a different feeling: agility. That's right, it was agility. After the power of life appeared, Nüwa also felt a sense of agility, which was a feeling that the previous clay sculptures didn't have.

Soon, with a flash of green light, the clay monster completely became a living being.

"See Mother!" After this monster was created by Nüwa, it immediately knelt on the ground and said to Nüwa.

"You are the first creature created by this poor Daoist. You shall be called Dragon-Bearded Tiger." Nüwa looked at the monster before her, liking it more the more she looked.

"Dragon-Bearded Tiger thanks Mother for the name." Dragon-Bearded Tiger hurriedly said.

Looking at the monster before her, a loving expression appeared on Nüwa's face. The Purple Qi of Hongmeng in her body was trembling crazily at this time, which showed that her current direction was correct. As long as she continued to research, she would definitely be able to become a Saint.

"Fellow Daoist, do you have Nine-Heaven Breathing Earth?" Thinking of this, Nüwa turned to look at Panhuang.

Panhuang nodded, then took out a small piece of Nine-Heaven Breathing Earth and threw it directly into the puddle before Nüwa.

After the Nine-Heaven Breathing Earth fell into the puddle, the color of the mud in the puddle instantly turned bright yellow, and the spiritual energy also increased significantly.

According to the previous guess, Nüwa started to create with the mud in the puddle. Soon, she was surrounded by all kinds of monsters.

"Good fellow, the case is solved. The monsters in the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* must have been created by Nüwa, right?" Looking at those strange-looking monsters, Panhuang helplessly covered his forehead.

As more and more monsters were created by Nüwa, the trembling of the Purple Qi of Hongmeng became more and more intense. There was a sign that it might explode at any time and merge with her primordial spirit, but this Purple Qi of Hongmeng just wouldn't explode.

"What's going on? Is there something I missed?" Nüwa stopped creating and looked at the monsters before her, a look of doubt in her eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Nüwa, what do you think of the Demon Race? What do you think of my Wu Clan?" At this time, Panhuang suddenly asked.

"What does Fellow Daoist mean by this?" Nüwa asked, puzzled.

"I mean, how do you feel about my Wu Clan and the Demon Race?" Panhuang still asked with a smile.

But Nüwa frowned, showing a thoughtful expression. She still didn't understand what Panhuang meant by this sentence.

*Didn't they say that as long as there's a little guidance, everything will be understood? Why does this version of Nüwa seem to understand nothing? Do I have to feed these things directly into her mouth? * Seeing Nüwa like this, Panhuang helplessly covered his forehead.

"Fellow Daoist Nüwa, let me ask it this way: how do these things you created compare to the Demon Race, and how do they compare to my Wu Clan?" Panhuang changed to another way.

It wasn't that he didn't want to say it directly, but what Nüwa realized and what he told her were two different concepts. Nüwa had already lost the merit of the Heavenly Marriage. If she lost a large part of her merit because of his pointing it out, it was estimated that Nüwa would have difficulty even becoming a Saint.

"There is no comparison! These are just experimental objects of this poor Daoist." Nüwa said without thinking.

After speaking, Nüwa immediately froze on the spot.

"No comparison! No comparison! That's right, why is there no comparison?" Nüwa muttered to herself.

"Fellow Daoist Nüwa, what kind of constitution do you think is the strongest constitution in the Primordial World, or let me ask it this way: why are we the way we are now?" Seeing that Nüwa finally had a feeling of enlightenment, Panhuang asked while the iron was hot.

"It's because of Father God Pangu. We are the Innate Dao Body, the constitution most suitable for cultivation."

"That's right. Now let's say it the other way around. Fellow Daoist Nüwa, how do you feel about the Demon Race and my Wu Clan?" Panhuang said with a smile.

Hearing this again, the Purple Qi of Hongmeng in Nüwa's body surged even more violently, and even cracks had appeared.

She still didn't answer Panhuang's words this time, but sat cross-legged by the puddle. Seeing this, a smile appeared on Panhuang's face. Was the human race finally about to come into the world?

While Nüwa was in a state of sudden enlightenment, her hands suddenly moved. Under her unconscious kneading, a woman with a human body and a snake tail soon appeared in her hands.

However, the woman with the human body and snake tail had not yet completely taken shape when Nüwa kneaded her snake tail again, finally turning it into a pair of legs. Thus, the first human finally appeared before Panhuang.

It was also at this time that Nüwa opened her eyes. Looking at the clay figure in her hand, a bright light flashed in her eyes. This was her Dao; she had finally found her Dao.

"Fellow Daoist Nüwa, what do you think is the difference between the two of us?" Just as Nüwa wanted to take action, Panhuang said again.

"Fellow Daoist, please speak clearly. This poor Daoist has already realized her own Dao."

"Isolated Yin cannot grow, isolated Yang cannot grow." Panhuang said with a smile.

After speaking, he retreated to the side.

After hearing this, Nüwa looked at the woman who had already been kneaded out, and then looked at the clay figure that had roughly taken shape in her hand, and smiled knowingly.

A few breaths later, a clay figure that looked somewhat similar to Panhuang appeared before Nüwa.

Afterward, Nüwa forced out two drops of fresh blood, and with her creation, after a dozen breaths, these two clay figures instantly came to life.

"See Holy Mother!" After this man and woman appeared, they immediately knelt and bowed to Nüwa.

Seeing these two people kneeling and bowing to her, the Purple Qi of Hongmeng in Nüwa's body suddenly dissolved a part and merged directly with her primordial spirit.

Nüwa smiled, her hands didn't stop. This was her Dao; her Dao was to recreate a race, to let this race replace the two clans of Wu and Demon. This was the hint given to her by the Purple Qi of Hongmeng after she created these two people.

I don't know how long it took, but three thousand male and female clay figures appeared before Nüwa. Nüwa waved her hand, and fresh blood and the power of creation fell on these clay figures. Soon, these three thousand people became real living beings.

"Fellow Daoist Nüwa, lend this to you!" At this time, Panhuang handed over the original form of Siteng.

Seeing the whip handed over by Panhuang, Nüwa nodded with a smile. After taking the whip, Nüwa sprinkled fresh blood directly into the puddle.

This fresh blood was not ordinary fresh blood; this fresh blood also contained Nüwa's essence blood. But when Nüwa was kneading those three thousand people earlier, she had already lost a drop of essence blood. This time it was another drop, but this time the essence blood didn't dye the puddle red at all.

Seeing this, Panhuang also forced out a drop of essence blood and let it fall into the puddle. The puddle instantly turned golden-red.

Seeing this, the power of creation permeated the original form of Siteng. With one lash, countless mud spots fell to the ground. After these mud spots fell to the ground, they rolled and turned into a human.

As Nüwa waved the whip, more and more mud spots fell to the ground, and all those mud spots that fell to the ground turned into humans. By the time all the mud in the puddle was used up, 129,600 humans had appeared beside Nüwa, exactly matching the number of a Yuan.

"See Holy Mother Empress!" These clay figures knelt down to Nüwa in unison.

Boom—

When these clay figures knelt and bowed, the Purple Qi of Hongmeng in Nüwa's body exploded and merged with her primordial spirit.

At this time, endless merit also appeared in the sky, so much merit that it dyed the sky golden.

When this merit appeared, one-tenth fell on Panhuang, one-tenth fell on Siteng, and one-tenth fell on all the clay figures present, while the remaining seven-tenths all fell on Nüwa.

When the merit fell on Panhuang, he didn't absorb it but collected it. He wanted to wait until the merit accumulated to a certain extent before using the merit to catalyze the primordial spirit. Now this bit of merit was not enough.

After Siteng received this merit, golden light shone brightly on her body, and her aura also began to become unstable.

But this aura slowly stabilized as the merit was absorbed. In the end, Siteng's aura stayed at the level of an upper-grade innate spiritual treasure. Although it didn't reach the top-grade Panhuang expected, it was already quite good.

After the remaining merit fell on Nüwa, the aura on her body began to climb: Quasi-Saint mid-stage, late-stage, peak, Sub-Saint, Saint.

When the aura on Nüwa's body broke through to Saint, the Primordial World shook. Afterward, purple air came from the east for thirty thousand miles, auspicious signs appeared in the sky, and golden lotuses sprang from the ground. A strange fragrance and terrifying pressure spread throughout the entire Primordial World.

Panhuang felt it most deeply, but at this time he only bent his waist. To make him kneel, this bit of pressure was not enough. After all, he was someone who could withstand Pangu's pressure.

"I am Nüwa. Feeling that living beings in the Primordial land are scarce and that there is constant killing between various races, leading to heavy sins, I have now created a race, based on the Innate Dao Body, named Human. For ten thousand years, the ten thousand races of the Primordial World shall not disturb the Human Race." Nüwa's voice spread throughout the entire Primordial World.

"Thank you, Holy Mother, for your protection!" The Human Race knelt on the ground in unison.

"See Nüwa Empress!" In Mount Kunlun, the Three Pure Ones bowed toward the direction of Mount Buzhou. There was envy in their eyes, and also hatred.

If it weren't for the Wu Clan stripping away their world-opening mark, they might have been the first to become Saints.

"See Nüwa Empress!" Jieyin and Zhunti also stood up and bowed toward the direction of Mount Buzhou.

The ten thousand races of the Primordial World also faced Mount Buzhou and knelt down, calling out Nüwa Empress.

"This poor Daoist will open a dojo in the Chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens. Fellow Daoists are welcome to come and observe the ceremony." Nüwa said again.

Afterward, she looked at Panhuang: "Fellow Daoist, the birth of the Human Race cannot be without your support. In the future, I will leave the Human Race to you to take care of."

"Nüwa Empress, this poor Daoist can take care of the Human Race, and even make the Human Race the protagonist of heaven and earth, but the premise is that it might share the fortune you have in the Human Race." Panhuang looked at Nüwa and said.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this? You helped this palace become a Saint, and this palace is very grateful, but you also received corresponding merit." Nüwa's brows immediately furrowed.

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