Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start

Chapter 70 Nuwa preaches and settles the human race

"We pay homage to the Holy Woman Nuwa and wish her a long and blessed life."

At the same moment, the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain, Zhunti and Jieyin of the West, the two great demon emperors of Heaven, the ten great demon saints, the twelve ancestral witches of Buzhou Mountain, the Blood Sea Styx, and Zhen Yuanzi of Wanshou Mountain all stood up.

Each person, with solemn and respectful expressions, bowed with their hands clasped in the direction of Phoenix Perch Mountain to show their respect for the sage.

At the summit of Phoenix Mountain, Nuwa stood in mid-air, thought for a moment, and continued speaking.

"Although the human race was born with an innate Dao body, their physique is weak. For the next ten thousand years, no race in the primordial world may attack the human race!"

Nuwa created humans from a lump of seven-colored clay, shaping a total of 129,600 human beings, using the technique of oneness.

These humans, although all possessing innate Dao bodies, have not embarked on the path of cultivation.

These are the three people that Nuwa created at the very beginning, whose bodies underwent the baptism of supreme innate spiritual energy.

In terms of combat strength, he is only barely equivalent to a cultivator at the Earth Immortal realm.

Such a human race, let alone only having around 120,000, could have a number a thousand or ten thousand times greater.

In the vast and boundless wilderness, they appear incredibly small.

They simply couldn't withstand being hunted by those powerful races.

The 10,000-year protection period can be seen as giving the human race a buffer.

According to Nuwa's idea, after ten thousand years, the human race should have some ability to protect itself, right?

After Nuwa finished speaking, she thought of the scene when the Dao Ancestor preached in Zixiao Palace.

Now that she has attained enlightenment, she should also give back to the primordial world, she said loudly.

"Today I attain enlightenment, and three thousand years from now, I will preach in the chaos. All cultivators of my primordial world are welcome to come and listen."

"We are very grateful to the Sage Nuwa for spreading the Way."

Upon hearing that Nuwa was about to preach again, the cultivators of all races in the prehistoric world were in an uproar, their eyes flashing with longing, excitement, exhilaration, and boundless joy!

Among these people were the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace in those days who had received great benefits from listening to the Daoist Ancestor preach.

Or perhaps they were born too late and did not experience the time when the Dao Ancestor preached the Dao.

They knew perfectly well how beneficial it was for the cultivators below the saint level to receive a sermon.

As for the cultivators below the Great Luo Golden Immortal level in the Primordial World, a look of regret and resentment appeared on their faces.

Within the chaos, there exists earth, fire, water, wind, chaotic storms, and chaotic ferocious beasts.

One must at least reach the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal to even begin to step into the Chaos Realm.

Even so, it would be extremely dangerous for a Great Luo Golden Immortal to step into Chaos.

Therefore, generally speaking, in the primordial era, those who dare to venture into the realm of chaos are the ones who truly dare to do so.

Apart from a few reckless Grand Luo Immortals, they were almost all Quasi-Saint Grand Cultivators.

They didn't even have the cultivation level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, so naturally they couldn't participate in Nuwa's Chaos Teachings. It was like losing a supreme opportunity for nothing, which was a great pity.

On Phoenix Perch Mountain, Nuwa concealed her sacred aura, and her whole being exuded a more holy charm and a touch of aloofness than before.

His every move exudes extraordinary grace, embodying a sense of harmony between humanity and nature.

"Nephew Gongming?"

She smiled faintly at Zhao Gongming, her smile as beautiful as a hundred flowers in bloom.

Once one attains enlightenment and becomes a saint, even one's state of mind changes drastically. It seems that everything in the world, many things, becomes less important.

A sage has already gained the power to look down upon the vast wilderness and regard all living beings as ants.

"Nephew, you're here."

At this moment, Zhao Gongming was still in a daze, simply because Nuwa was being too generous.

That was the supreme merit of attaining enlightenment, and yet he gave away one-tenth of it.

At this moment, Zhao Gongming felt that his merit and fortune had reached their strongest point in history.

The immense fortune was so great that even Zhao Gongming could hardly withstand it, and he had no choice but to allocate a portion of it to the Treasure-Dropping Coin.

The treasure-falling coin was filled with such immense fortune that it became glittering.

A wisp of golden light kept spilling out, clearly indicating that the treasure-dropping coin had also eaten its fill.

"Congratulations, sister, on your enlightenment and sainthood! Now I have an unshakeable strong backer."

Fuxi watched Nuwa attain enlightenment with his own eyes, and a great weight was finally lifted from his heart.

Why do billions of living beings in the primordial world tirelessly pursue the realm of sainthood?

A sage represents eternity, enduring countless eons without being diminished, untainted by cause and effect, existing eternally with Heaven, and coexisting with the Dao.

Even during a great calamity, a sage can transcend it, remain undisturbed by the energy of the calamity, and remain virtuous.

Of course, if a sage were to voluntarily enter into a calamity, he would still be deeply entangled in the great calamity under the influence of the calamity's aura.

Nuwa's original identity was, after all, the leader of the demon sect, and she had a great karmic entanglement with the demon race.

Now that Nuwa has attained enlightenment, he no longer worries about her getting involved in the struggle between the witches and demons during the great calamity.

Nuwa smiled and said, "Brother, why are you being so polite with me? If it weren't for my nephew Gongming's words that awakened me from my dream and his gift of a large amount of the Three Lights Divine Water and the Nine Heavens Breath Soil, I don't know when I would have been able to attain enlightenment."

Zhao Gongming said solemnly, "My aunt Nuwa bestowed more than ten percent of the merit I gained from becoming a saint. This is an unparalleled opportunity. What are the Three Lights Divine Water and the Nine Heavens Breath Soil compared to that?"

Nuwa smiled, then looked at the human race covering the entire Phoenix Perch Mountain, and couldn't help but furrow her brows.

"There are so many humans. What should we do to settle them?"

Fuxi said, "Anyway, the human race was born on Phoenix Perch Mountain. We can just set up a place for them to live at the foot of Phoenix Perch Mountain. It won't take much effort."

Upon hearing this, Nuwa immediately shook her head, "No, no."

Phoenix Mountain is a very large place, more than enough to accommodate more than 120,000 people.

But you must know that these 120,000 people are all mortals, ordinary people, and they all need to eat, drink, and relieve themselves.

Yes, there's another important activity: making babies at night!

Whenever Nuwa thought about the future, Phoenix Perch Mountain would be filled with the sounds of sex, piles of excrement, and a constant, noisy commotion that would never cease, Nuwa couldn't help but shudder.

If that were the case, how could anyone stay on Phoenix Perch Mountain?

Fuxi and Nuwa had a deep bond spanning millions of years. Upon seeing Nuwa's expression, Fuxi knew what she was worried about.

So he smiled wryly and said, "Then how do you suggest we settle them? They are all mortals, with only flesh and blood. If we just find a random place to settle them, the prehistoric world is dangerous and full of crises. Even if the cultivators of all races don't attack them, how can they survive in the prehistoric world with such a harsh environment?"

Just as Nuwa was struggling with her dilemma, Zhao Gongming spoke up.

"Uncle Nuwa, I do have a way to allow the human race to recuperate and thrive, not to mention to live a very comfortable life, but without the danger of natural disasters or loss of life."

"Where?"

Nuwa immediately became interested.

"East China Sea!"

"The East Sea? That's the dragons' territory. How will they be settled there?"

Nuwa frowned slightly. The Dragon Clan, one of the three innate races, even though it suffered heavy losses in the Dragon-Han Calamity, still possessed an unimaginably profound foundation.

"When I was traveling in the East Sea, I helped the Dragon Clan solve a major problem and informed my master that I would take one of the Dragon Clan's sons into my Shangqing lineage. I'm sure the Dragon Clan will agree to this small request."

"So that's how it is. The East Sea is rich in resources. If humans lived there, they wouldn't have to worry about food and drink and could reproduce with peace of mind."

Nuwa nodded seriously, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Nephew Gongming."

(End of this chapter)