Volume One: The Lich Calamity Chapter 213: Nuwa Wanders the Primordial World, and Her Chance to Become a Saint Arrives

As Qing Xuan made his move, he gestured toward the Tree of Yin-Yang Origins. Instantly, countless fruits of the Yin-Yang Essence from the tree floated upward, hovering above the massive black-and-white egg.

Then, a crisp, verdant path of the Great Way appeared on Qing Xuan’s body. Endless Dao rhythms of creation manifested continuously along it, directly linking the Yin-Yang Essence fruits to the black-and-white egg.

In the next moment, Ao Qing felt a powerful aura radiating from Qing Xuan. Qing Xuan began to channel the Great Way of Creation to replenish the Yin-Yang Origins for the great Roc.

Guided by Qing Xuan’s path of creation, he drew out the Yin-Yang Essence from the countless fruits, transforming them into swirling black-and-white streams in the air. Under Qing Xuan’s great magical control, the streams gathered without dispersing.

When all the Yin-Yang Essence fruits had withered, the black-and-white streams had coalesced into a cloud-like mass. Just when Ao Qing thought the process was complete, Qing Xuan pointed at his own creation path.

Boundless teal-green divine flames surged forth, continuously scorching the black-and-white streams until they condensed into droplets of pure Yin-Yang Essence.

“Ah, this young one’s source has almost been completely exhausted; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so troublesome,” Qing Xuan sighed, his tone tinged with fatigue.

Ao Qing had long forgotten the last time his master appeared so worn.

Next, Qing Xuan drew the refined Yin-Yang Essence droplets to hover close to the black-and-white egg. As they neared contact, the egg trembled violently.

Seeing this, Qing Xuan summoned an energy palm to grasp the egg firmly, sternly admonishing it, “Behave!”

Moments later, the egg ceased its shaking, and the Yin-Yang Essence slowly sank into it. As the essence merged inside, the egg radiated a dense black-and-white light, while the Yin-Yang Dao rhythms manifested, harmonizing brilliantly with Qing Xuan’s own glow of creation.

“You’re in luck, kid!” Qing Xuan declared, condensing a droplet of the primordial power of creation and shooting it directly into the egg’s shell.

Qing Xuan’s confidence in salvaging the egg stemmed from this power of creation; without it, reversing the depletion of a source-being would be far from simple.

“All right! Now it’s just a matter of nurturing it slowly. How much creation you receive from here on depends entirely on your luck, little one!” Qing Xuan said, carving countless seals onto the egg’s shell. He then placed it beneath the Azure Lotus and ceased further attention.

Turning to Ao Qing, he said, “While we’re at it, let’s help you nurture your clone, too.”

“Master, perhaps you should rest first,” Ao Qing cautiously suggested.

Qing Xuan laughed and scolded, “What do you take your master to be? Rest? Hurry up! I have no time to waste on that!”

Hearing this, Ao Qing stepped forward quickly. Qing Xuan then began nurturing Ao Qing’s clone, starting with the primordial spirit.

As he did so, Qing Xuan walked under the Tree of Yin-Yang Origins, breaking off a branch and placing it into the Chaos Pearl to cultivate.

If Yang Mei were present, she would notice that Qing Xuan had already reached the twelfth stage of the Great Dao of Primordial Gold Immortals and was preparing to break through to the next realm.

All this was the fruit of the tireless efforts of Qing Xuan’s many clones.

Currently, his five-element clone had reached the Great Dao of Primordial Gold Immortals but appeared only rarely, while the star and spatial clones were on the verge of this level, having already achieved their respective Great Ways and merely accumulating power.

Meanwhile, at Phoenix Rest Mountain, the aura surrounding Nuwa had grown even more obscure. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make the next breakthrough.

“What is happening? After all these years, no matter how I cultivate or contemplate, there is no progress. Are these Three Corpses truly so difficult to eliminate? Or must one rely entirely on fate? The opportunity to become a saint can no longer be suppressed; once on this path, I must see it through,” Nuwa murmured, her eyes reflecting complex emotions.

She sighed and sent a message directly to the Heavenly Court, then emerged from seclusion, though she appeared idle rather than withdrawn.

Years passed, and Fuxi arrived at Phoenix Rest Mountain.

“Brother!” Nuwa’s eyes revealed a tangled mix of joy, regret, and something inscrutable upon seeing him.

“I wonder, sister, why you summoned your brother back? Is something amiss?”

“Brother, you still care so much about the affairs of the demon clan!” Nuwa sighed.

She had tried to reason with Fuxi before, but their talks always ended in quarrels. Eventually, she ceased her efforts and let him be. No matter what, she was still his sister, so she trusted no great harm would come.

“Brother!”

“Sister, there’s no need to say more; I know what you want to say!” Seeing Fuxi’s expression, Nuwa quickly stopped him. They reminisced briefly before Fuxi returned to the Heavenly Court.

After watching him go, Nuwa stared long and hard, her thoughts inscrutable. Finally, with a sigh, she vanished from Phoenix Rest Mountain.

Leaving the mountain, Nuwa followed guidance from within her primordial spirit to wander the vast primordial world.

She witnessed countless conflicts—struggles for resources, territorial disputes, and ongoing clashes between the Witch and Demon clans. As the Empress Nuwa, she remained aloof, merely observing as a passerby.

Over hundreds of thousands of years, she traveled from Phoenix Rest Mountain, crossing Mount Buzhou, witnessing the straightforward Witch clan’s own disputes.

Even within the demon clans, different races constantly fought and slaughtered each other, employing all manner of bloody tactics.

The more she saw, the more Nuwa wondered if such a race should truly dominate the primordial world.

For the first time in many years, doubt crept into her heart, but she suppressed it.

Her journey took her across the Western Continent, the Southern Great Road, and finally to the shores of the Eastern Sea.

There, a sudden idea struck her: what if a brand-new race emerged—one better suited to the primordial world?

She thought of the Spirit Clan created by Qing Xuan but ultimately shook her head.

The Spirit Clan was rare, difficult to propagate, and their numbers had scarcely changed over the years.

More importantly, they were untouched by causality and seemed to coexist mutually with the primordial world rather than dominate it.

“Then why not try to create a new race myself? One without so much strife, and not overwhelmingly powerful!” she mused.