Chapter 38: Creation of Human Race
The fact that the sermon in Zixiao Palace was postponed because of Nuwa is quite shocking, and its meaning is also thought-provoking.
After all, this was the first time that Daozu showed preferential treatment to a certain Daluo Supreme.
Those Daluo Supremes who rushed to Zixiao Palace were no longer in a hurry and paid close attention to what was going on here.
Nuwa ignored these sights and poured the innate five-color breath soil she had obtained earlier into the pool.
In addition, Nuwa also turned some innate spiritual objects that she had no use into into essence and sprinkled them into the pool.
"Xuansu, give me 10% of your origin." Nuwa suddenly looked at Fang Xun who was standing by.
Fang Xun didn't hesitate to cut his own body with a knife and handed it to Nuwa.
"One drink and one peck will determine the fate." Nuwa suddenly sighed and threw it into the pool.
After that, she sat by the pool, scooped up the sand that exuded colorful divine light with her jade hands, turned it over with her palms, pinched it lightly with her fingers, and made a clay figurine with her own hands.
The clay figures only have a simple shape, but they give people a strange feeling that they can come alive and jump at any time.
But strangely enough, once the clay figurine took shape, it lost its colorful brilliance and everything became ordinary.
"What is this?" Many Daluo Supremes were confused. They felt that the law of heaven was about to move and was already pressing against them.
If anyone doesn't have the foresight to stop Nuwa at this time, he is afraid that the Zixiao Divine Thunder will hit his head, and then Taozu may take action himself...
But this does not prevent these innate saints from being curious about this. Why is it that the clay figurines are ordinary enough to attract so much attention from Heaven?
They couldn't get the answer and could only wait, and Nuwa's process of pinching people lasted for a hundred years. Nuwa made a total of 129,600 clay figures, which is the number of one yuan.
Kneading these clay figurines took a lot of effort from Nuwa, and it also put great pressure on a person who could be called Daluo Perfection.
Nuwa took out the gourd vine, put it into the pool, dipped it in soil and water, and shook it continuously.
Mud dots fell like rain and scattered into the earth. There were countless clay dots, but at this time, the clay figures were still clay figures.
"There's still one last step left." Nuwa put down the gourd vine slightly tiredly, and then nodded to the center of her eyebrows.
Buzz!
A misty clear light began to emanate from the center of Nuwa's eyebrows, and then turned into a beam of light, heading straight towards the bullfighting, shining brightly throughout history!
"Separate yin and yang, determine life and death, and condense the soul!"
The misty clear light that went straight towards the bullfighting seemed to connect the heaven and the earth into one, and it suddenly spread out, covering the entire mountain forest and fertile fields.
There seems to be a spiritual rain of creation from the sky, which is caused by the pure mystery of creation. It has the magical effect of creating all things and condensing the soul,
A little bit of the aura of creation fell on those clay figures, completing the last step of creating humans!
Buzz!
The joy of the prehistoric heaven has already been expressed in heaven and earth. Flowers are falling from the sky, golden springs are gushing from the earth, and endless clouds of joy come from all over the world to congratulate the emergence of a new race.
"The way of heaven is above, my daughter-in-law, feeling the imperfection of ancient rules and the insufficiency of living beings, specially created the human race... Taking the shape of the innate Tao body of Pangu as a reference, and relying on the way of heaven to create true spirits and souls, the human race should be Standing in the wilderness, eternal, self-improvement! ”
Boom!
The entire prehistoric world seems to be shaking, the way of heaven is manifesting, and countless merits of heaven are falling from the sky!
This is the recognition and award given to Nuwa by the ancient heaven!
This is enough merit to make a person a saint of heaven!
Those Daluo Supremes who had been waiting and watching were instantly jealous. For the first time, they truly sensed a further opportunity.
They have also understood clearly that becoming a saint through merit is probably the easiest of the three paths to enlightenment!
Merit must be earned!
At this moment, both the Monster Clan and the Witch Clan were at war with each other. They wished they could suppress each other in one fell swoop, truly rule the ancient world, and obtain the merits of heaven.
"Human race?" Taoist Taiqing on Kunlun Mountain looked at the golden cloud of merit that almost turned the entire wilderness into gold, and showed a smile. "Children, it's time to wake up."
A gentle and friendly voice sounded in the ears of the new humans who had turned from clay to human bodies.
They are in the clear light of creation, comfortable and comfortable, the most carefree state of a baby in the mother's body.
They seemed to be sleeping, their souls were reborn, and they were still in a dazed state, and this gentle voice was like a giant ax that cut through the chaos, enlightening their intelligence.
"Children, you are the human race created by me. Remember, you are born with the spirit of Pangu's human body, and you must not fall into the majestic reputation of Pangu."
"The human race should stand firm in the wilderness, be immortal, and strive for self-improvement!"
Nuwa repeated the oath she made when she swore an oath to heaven, and she wanted to keep it in the hearts of humans forever.
Eternity and self-improvement are probably the best wishes she, the Creator, has for the human race.
Some basic information about the prehistoric world began to emerge from the almost blank souls of these human races. They knew what the prehistoric world was and what the "Great God Pangu" was.
"I..." The first human opened his mouth and uttered the first syllable.
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"We...we...are humans...humans!" These first batch of created humans quickly mastered the ability to speak.
"We are humans!"
Soon, all the human race learned the language through imitation. At this moment, the human race seemed to have unlocked the shackles of the soul and began some deep changes.
"See the Holy Mother!" Countless shouts came from the mouths of those human beings who opened their minds in response to the creation of heaven and earth, full of respect and admiration.
From blood to true spirit, body to soul, they are paying the most sincere and noble respect and gratitude to the Creator.
"That's great." Nuwa looked at the humans who started to jump up and down and showed a happy and gratified smile.
The vitality displayed by this creation gave her the greatest comfort in the past when she practiced the Dao of Creation day and night.
Boom!
There was a muffled sound in the sky, as if it was about to shatter under the weight.
Nuwa glanced at the sky displeasedly, the golden cloud of merit could no longer be suppressed.
"Come on." Nuwa stretched out her hand, and the monstrous merit finally fell, but it did not really fall on her. One percent fell on the human race, one percent fell on the gourd vine, and the rest fell on the female body. A small figure in Wa's hand absorbed it.
This was the clay figurine that Fang Xun gave her at the beginning. Now it has been transformed by the Great Way of Creation and can be said to be Nuwa's clone. Only in this way can she temporarily store this huge amount of merit.
It is not that simple to become a saint through merit. At least in Nuwa's induction, she still lacks one crucial thing.
Of course, this is a good thing.
Otherwise, Nuwa has become a saint now and has no room for manipulation.
(End of chapter)