Volume I: The Catastrophe of the Liches and Magi, Chapter 215: Weichen’s Scheme, the Transformation of Mount Buzhou

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Almost no one noticed Weichen’s actions. At that moment, he directly activated the Ancient Starry Sky’s Great Celestial Formation, and countless stellar energies swiftly descended. Simultaneously, two figures flew out from Mount Buzhou, heading straight toward the Ancient Starry Sky.

“What’s happening? The Ancient Starry Sky is stirring—are they plotting something? I thought the Ancient Starry Sky did not involve itself in causality?” Emperor Jun sat on the Lingxiao Palace throne, inexplicably gazing toward the Ancient Starry Sky.

Meanwhile, in the East Sea, Nuwa was completing the final step of her work.

Suddenly, Nuwa stood up, her aura surging powerfully, then she raised her head to proclaim to the Heavenly Dao:

“The Heavenly Dao above, I, Nuwa, perceive that chaos and ceaseless wars plague the primordial world. Therefore, I create a new race, called: the Human Race. To fill the gaps of heaven and earth! I beseech the Heavenly Dao to witness this!”

As her words fell, countless powerful beings in the primordial world noticed. Over the East Sea’s sky, innumerable clouds of merit descended. At the same time, Nuwa’s aura instantly broke through the quasi-Saint realm, reaching the Saint realm. Now, even if she wished to stop it, she found it impossible.

Within Nuwa’s primordial spirit, the Hongmeng Purple Qi quickly fused completely. Then, 60% of the descending merit swiftly poured onto Nuwa, rapidly advancing her cultivation several minor stages until she reached the mid-Saint realm, the fifth stage of the Great Dao of the Primordial Chaos, where it finally halted.

The remaining merit was divided into three parts: one fell upon the Caohua Cauldron, another on the Innate Gourd Vine, transforming directly into a spiritual treasure of merit—the Human Creation Whip.

After the merit descended upon the Caohua Cauldron, it swiftly flew away. Seeing this, Nuwa sighed; such an innate treasure was beyond her grasp.

The final portion of merit descended upon all humans, mostly taken by the first twelve created individuals.

They became the Twelve Progenitors of Humanity.

Each of the Twelve Progenitors possessed the power of a Golden Immortal at the initial stage, while the rest of the human race grew progressively weaker.

Especially those newly formed from the last thrown clay drops, whose strength did not even reach the lowest level of Celestial Immortal in the primordial world.

Upon achieving the Saint realm, Nuwa felt a sudden spiritual resonance.

With a melancholic expression, she glanced toward the Heavenly Court and declared:

“Today, I, Nuwa, have attained the Saint realm and shall open a Daoist sanctuary within the chaos, named Wa Huang Heaven. I will teach the Way for thirty thousand years; all with destiny may come to listen.”

As Nuwa prepared to depart, the Twelve Progenitors hurried before her, pleading earnestly:

“Holy Mother! Please do not abandon us!”

Nuwa sighed softly, then used her Saint realm power to create a clay statue resembling her appearance, saying:

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“Now that humanity is newly born and weak, I hereby decree as a Saint: for ten cycles of the primordial era, no being in the primordial world shall harass humanity!”

With Nuwa’s voice echoing, countless powerful beings in the primordial world heard the decree.

Everyone understood that within these ten cycles, no matter what ambitions arose, they must endure.

Having completed her task, Nuwa ignored the pleas of the Twelve Progenitors and the human race, preparing to leave.

At that moment, a melodious cry arose from the sky as a beautiful phoenix swiftly flew from the south.

The phoenix landed before Nuwa and spoke in human language:

“Holy Mother, as a Saint, I wish to serve as your mount henceforth. Please mount me!”

Nuwa smiled and replied:

“Since you have come willingly, I shall accept. From now on, you shall accompany me.”

She then stepped onto the phoenix’s back, which bore her away toward the chaotic void.

Mount Kunlun.

“Unexpectedly, Sister Nuwa has attained sainthood before us,” Yuanshi said expressionlessly.

Taishang remained indifferent, maintaining his calm demeanor.

Mount Xumi.

“Alas, it’s surprising that Nuwa, a mere woman, has become a Saint before us. I wonder when our elder brothers will achieve sainthood,” Quanti said, eyes tinged with impatience upon witnessing Nuwa’s accomplishment.

Beside him, Jieyin watched coldly, showing no emotion.

As countless primordial great beings were captivated by Nuwa, they remained unaware of the tremendous change occurring at Mount Buzhou.

Only after Nuwa’s departure did they realize Mount Buzhou had completely vanished from the primordial world, its traces irretrievable.

Only those like the Three Pure Ones, on the verge of sainthood, could sense something.

“I wonder why that elder did this?” Tongtian on Mount Kunlun looked toward the center of the primordial world, where the land now lay barren.

The once-standing Heavenly Pillar had utterly disappeared without a trace.

Yet Tongtian and Yuanshi were unaware; only Taishang’s eyes suddenly shone with enlightenment.

He cast his gaze toward the Heavenly Court.

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The scene returned to the time when Nuwa created humanity.

After Zhen Yuanzi produced the Earth Scripture, Qingxuan and Jue took the precise moment to completely conceal the celestial secrets here with the Chaos Pearl.

Then Qingxuan released his reincarnation and life avatars.

Simultaneously, the outgoing Five Aggregates sensed this and returned directly to Mount Buzhou.

Together with Qingxuan’s true self and many avatars, they assisted Zhen Yuanzi in perfectly guiding the Earth Scripture to manipulate the earth veins of Mount Buzhou, all without harming the primordial world or Mount Buzhou itself.

As Qingxuan and his companions acted, the Pangu Palace beneath Mount Buzhou appeared before them.

Then, Di Jiang and many ancestral Wu shamans, who had been in seclusion for a long time, suddenly appeared, watching Zhen Yuanzi and Qingxuan’s actions.

“What is uncle trying to do?” Gonggong and Qiangliang looked on in confusion.

Only Jugang, who had fully attained the Dao, hazily guessed the purpose.

Di Jiang shook his head:

“The Heavenly Pillar is crucial to the primordial world. With the birth of a Saint and the widespread dissemination of various cultivation methods, the strength of all primordial beings will reach a new peak.

“Moreover, due to uncle’s many secret schemes for the primordial world, its power will only grow stronger.

“If he did not act, who could guarantee that no one would covet the Heavenly Pillar?”

Of course, Jugang did not mention that when he attained the Dao, he glimpsed scenes that still troubled him to this day.

In those visions, the Wu tribe was nowhere near as strong or clever as now.

The ancestral Wu shamans’ souls were gone; they resembled fools endlessly fighting the demon race, ultimately wasting the Pangu legacy.

Only the Twelve Ancestral Wu Shamans remained, with Hou Tu alone surviving under the alias Ping Xin, unable to leave the Underworld.

In those visions, Qingxuan was also absent.

“Who dares do such a thing? Our Wu tribe still has uncle to protect us,” they said.

“But elder brother, you cannot deny that if Mount Buzhou can undermine uncle’s foundation and ours, someone will surely try!” The discussion silenced Di Jiang.

Finally, he summoned many brothers to assist Qingxuan in suppressing and guiding the earth veins.

With the help of the ancestral shamans, the task became much simpler, for no other beings in the primordial world were as attuned to the earth veins as they were.