Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

After leaving Phoenix Perch Mountain, Nuwa was unsure of where to go. The primordial wilderness was vast and opportunities were scarce, so she simply followed her heart, riding on auspicious clouds and drifting aimlessly.

Auspicious clouds swept across the continuous mountain ranges and crossed the rushing rivers, but what came into view was a scene of devastation.

The once lush forests are now reduced to charred tree trunks, and the ground is crisscrossed with gullies, all traces of various wars.

Occasionally, a few surviving monsters would drag their wounded bodies and struggle in the ruins, letting out mournful howls.

Even worse were the creatures of the primordial world affected by the war. They either died from the demon fire of the demon race or were killed by the brute force of the witch race. Their corpses were scattered all over the land, a truly horrific sight.

As Nuwa watched this scene unfold, her jade-like eyes gradually filled with tears. She covered her lips with her delicate hand, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "The primordial world should not have been like this..."

Thus, Nuwa saw the majestic Buzhou Mountain still standing, witnessed the surging waves of the East Sea, passed by the blessed lands of immortals, and also swept through the mortal world. Her mind broadened somewhat, but the light of sainthood was still like looking at flowers through the fog or trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water; it seemed so close, yet always just a step away.

That day, she arrived at a place called "Liuyunjian". The scenery here was indeed unique, with verdant mountains, swirling clouds and mist, and babbling streams. The spiritual energy was also quite abundant, but there was nothing special about it, and it didn't seem like it held any great opportunities.

Nuwa, feeling bored, was about to turn and leave when her gaze casually swept over the still relatively green bamboo grove by the stream. In that instant, she spotted a figure that stood out starkly against the bleak surroundings.

"This person looks familiar; I feel like I've seen them somewhere before."

A Taoist priest in blue robes was seen crouching beside a waist-high blue stone, his posture one of intense concentration, almost furtive. Was he using Samadhi Fire to burn something?

Suddenly, a strange fragrance wafted into Nuwa's nostrils. This fragrance... was warm, mellow, with the sweet scent of some kind of grass and the caramelized aroma of spirit bird oil. It was layered yet perfectly integrated, forcefully dispelling the original light moisture and grassy scent of Liuyun Stream. Even more wondrously, it seemed to contain a trace of extremely faint yet exceptionally pure spiritual energy.

"Gulp"

Nuwa, who has only ever eaten spiritual fruits and meat since birth, had never smelled such a fragrance before, and unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of water.

The sound of him swallowing was immediately noticed by Xuanbao, who was originally a Hunyuan Golden Immortal. He turned around abruptly. Their eyes met, and the scene became somewhat awkward.

"Master Nuwa!" The young Taoist in front of him was initially astonished, but then his face quickly lit up with a smile. He hurriedly stood up and respectfully bowed to Nuwa.

Indeed, the person here is Xuanbao. Xuanbao never expected to encounter Nuwa here. Judging from Nuwa's state, she was probably attracted by the chicken and mushroom stew he had cooked. Of course, the chicken here is a seven-colored spirit bird of the Xuanxian realm, and the mushrooms are also a kind of acquired spiritual root. However, judging from its effects, it is indeed very good.

Nuwa coughed lightly, somewhat awkwardly, "May I ask who you are, young friend, and why you address me as your Martial Uncle?"

Xuanbao saw that Nuwa did not recognize him. Thinking about his current changes, it was no wonder that Nuwa did not recognize him. He quickly took out the innate spiritual treasure that Nuwa had given him in Zixiao Palace.

Nuwa, upon seeing Lingbao, suddenly realized, "So it's you, little fellow! It's been so long since we parted ways at Zixiao Palace. You've changed quite a bit; I didn't even recognize you at first!" Knowing that the person before her was Xuanbao, a disciple of the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa was relieved.

What are you doing here? And what are you burning that smells so strangely fragrant?

Nuwa's gaze couldn't help but drift towards the blue stone, where she saw a cauldron-shaped innate spiritual treasure cooking something...

Following Nuwa's gaze, Xuanbao immediately understood her thoughts. His smile deepened, and he said solicitously, "Uncle-Master, please look this way. It's nothing rare. I just happened to obtain a seven-colored spirit bird and picked some fresh acquired spiritual root jade marrow fungus, so I made a chicken stew with mushrooms."

"Uncle-Master, if you don't mind the rustic and simple style, why don't you try my cooking?"

Hearing Xuanbao's sincere enthusiasm and eager gaze, Nuwa's heart, which had been heavy with sorrow at the sight of the desolate wilderness, began to ease somewhat. In particular, the aroma emanating from the cauldron was so enticing that even this innate deity, who had long since abstained from grains for countless eons and subsisted solely on spiritual energy and celestial fruits, felt an unusual urge called "appetite."

She nodded reservedly, her voice still cool but less distant: "Since it's your kind intention, I'll give it a try."

With a soft "pop," Xuanbao opened the cauldron lid, releasing an even richer, more intense aroma that exploded forth. A pale golden mist, almost solidified, rose up, within which tiny phantoms of spirit birds and auspicious clouds of mushrooms could be vaguely seen before quickly dissipating. Inside the cauldron, the broth was a perfect amber gold, crystal clear, revealing tender, fall-off-the-bone chunks of spirit bird meat and translucent, saturated jade marrow mushrooms floating on the surface. Tiny specks of golden oil adorned the noodles, adding to the enticing aroma.

Xuanbao took out a jade bowl, filled it with water, and handed it to Nuwa.

Nuwa took the jade bowl, its surface warm and smooth to the touch. She looked down at it; the soup was clear and fragrant, with a wisp of pure, gentle spiritual energy rising with the steam. Inhaling it, she felt her very spirit become more at ease. Without further hesitation, she gently scooped some into her mouth.

The moment the soup entered her mouth, Nuwa's gaze sharpened.

Fresh! An indescribable sweetness exploded on the taste buds, the ultimate flavor of the perfect fusion of the bird meat and the juice of the jade marrow mushroom, rich yet not greasy, sweet yet not bland. Immediately afterwards, a gentle warmth slid down the throat and quickly spread to every part of the body.

Nuwa didn't stop at all, one bowl after another, and in no time, the whole pot of "chicken stew with mushrooms" was gone.

Seeing Nuwa finish the chicken stew with mushrooms, Xuanbao felt a great sense of accomplishment. The highest praise for a chef is to finish everything.

"This item... is indeed extraordinary." Nuwa spoke, her voice much gentler than before, and her gaze towards Xuanbao held a hint of warmth and curiosity. "Where did you learn such skills?"

Seeing Nuwa's curiosity, Xuanbao proudly pointed to the cauldron, explaining, "This is something I discovered unintentionally: Just like this seven-colored spirit bird, its nature is fire, and its flesh is fierce; the jade marrow fungus, its nature is earth and wood, and it is warm and nourishing. Slowly simmering it with Samadhi True Fire allows its strength and gentleness to complement each other, water and fire to blend, ultimately creating this soup. Its effects of nourishing the primordial spirit and soothing the mind are several times better than consuming either of them alone. This is not due to brute force, but rather the effect of 'harmony'."

Nuwa listened quietly, her gaze shifting thoughtfully. Harmony, transformation, balance, nourishment… these words subtly resonated with her understanding of the Way of Creation. Wasn't the creation of life also about harmonizing the primordial energy of heaven and earth, giving life and form to inanimate objects? Wasn't bringing order to the primordial world also a form of harmony and balance?

Nuwa's gaze involuntarily fell upon her own hands, fair and slender, containing the potential to create all things. Then she looked beyond the Flowing Cloud Stream, as if she could see through the mountains the desolate, ravaged land.

If... if it could be like Xuanbao harmonizing this pot of soup, harmonizing the scattered life force and spirit that has been broken and dissipated by war, transforming the lifelessness and giving it a new, harmonious form... perhaps...

An unprecedented, clear, and shocking thought, like the first ray of light at the beginning of chaos, suddenly shone in her mind!

create!

It's not about repairing or maintaining, but about creating a completely new kind of being, different from witches, demons, and any existing primordial spirits, capable of harmonizing heaven and earth, upholding order, and continuing civilization!

"Clatter".

Nuwa dropped the jade chopsticks from her hand onto the bluestone, making a crisp sound. She seemed not to hear it, frozen in place, her pupils revealing endless light and shadow rapidly shifting, elaborating, and taking shape!

A mysterious, vast, and vibrant Daoist aura emanated from her uncontrollably! At first, it was just a gentle breeze rustling through the bamboo forest, then it stirred up the water vapor from the Flowing Cloud Stream, causing the vegetation to grow wildly, and flowers to bloom and wither at a visible speed, in an endless cycle! Auspicious clouds spontaneously gathered in the sky, and the faint sounds of celestial music and chanting echoed through the air!

The red embroidered ball at her waist suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling red light, buzzing as if resonating with its owner's sudden enlightenment!

Xuanbao was startled and quickly took a few steps back, waving his hand to set up a barrier to isolate the strange phenomenon and avoid attracting unnecessary attention. He stared wide-eyed at Nuwa, who was in a state of enlightenment, her body brimming with Daoist energy, and muttered to himself, "My goodness, Nuwa's comprehension... she got an epiphany after just a bowl of chicken soup? Did my words, spoken in a moment of inspiration, actually hit the nail on the head?"