494: Chapter 494 Creation of Heaven and Earth - Nuwa's Innate Success

After Nüwa attained the Dao and became a Saint, she headed straight for the Beyond-Heaven. There were already people waiting there—the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, and Zhunti had all taken their places, arriving at the exact moment. Now, facing the presence of a Saint, even if they felt a bit of resentment, they had to suppress their emotions and bow in greeting. After all, their own paths to the Dao were still shrouded in mist; they had come today precisely to seek a glimmer of enlightenment.

“Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, on ascending to the Saintly Seat. We admire you to the extreme!” everyone congratulated in unison.

Nüwa did not dare to be arrogant. She knew well that this was achieved through merit and was not the result of severing all Three Corpses and shattering all illusions—though her Benevolent Corpse had been severed, the others remained stuck in chaos. Her foundation was not yet solid, so how could she act superior?

“You all overpraise me. Your cultivation levels are profound, and sooner or later, you will break through. When that time comes, I hope you will not hesitate to offer me guidance,” she responded humbly.

“Why must you be so modest, Fellow Daoist?” Laozi stroked his beard and smiled, his voice like an ancient bell. “You have taken the first step into the Saint Realm and are the second Saint; it is only right to celebrate. What is, is; what is not, is not. Why waste words?”

“Exactly, exactly!” the others chimed in one after another, their faces full of smiles and apparent sincerity.

Nüwa bowed with a smile. “Since I have received such kindness, I shall accept it with humility. Today, by the decree of the Heavenly Dao, I shall open a small realm in the Beyond-Heaven. I specifically invite you all to witness the ceremony.” Having said that, she spread her wide sleeves and invited everyone to stay.

“Of course we must watch! How could we miss such an opportunity for creation?” Everyone readily agreed, their eyes flashing with brilliance.

Nüwa stopped with the pleasantries and took out the Red Embroidered Ball, throwing it into the air. The chaos surged like boiling water. Amidst the tearing torrents, she unfurled the map of mountains and rivers to stabilize the surrounding turbulence. Then, she struck out repeatedly with the Red Embroidered Ball. Earth surged, water rose, wind swirled, and fire burned—the four elements began to play out, and the prototype of a world suddenly spread across the void.

As the master of the Great Dao of Creation, she understood the flow of life and the transformation of Yin and Yang perfectly. Once the outline of the small realm was set, she tapped the map of mountains and rivers with her fingertip. Instantly, a soft light overflowed like threads, firmly binding this newly opened world. She then waved her sleeve to bestow life—plants sprouted, streams flowed, birds cast shadows, and the tracks of beasts appeared.

Everyone held their breath and focused, their minds already immersed in the rhythm of the creation of heaven and earth. No one spoke; only the light of spiritual inspiration quietly danced between their brows.

Only when the small realm was completely stabilized did Nüwa exhale softly, unloading the heavy burden from her shoulders. Though it was only a tiny speck of land, it had exhausted a great deal of her spirit. Thinking back to the great power of the pangu axe opening the primordial chaos and Pangu's body transforming into all things, her heart became clear: the heavens are high and the earth is deep, the path is long; she had only just opened the mountain gate.

The others gradually returned to their senses, and Nüwa reached out with a smile. “Everyone, please come inside for a talk.”

Everyone followed gladly, stepping into this small realm named 'Nüwa Heaven' and walking to a towering palace. Nüwa raised her fair hand, and a plaque manifested itself. The three characters for 'Nüwa Palace' flowed with golden light, shining brilliantly. She stood to the side and solemnly invited everyone into the hall.

Inside the hall, fragrant mist lingered. The group took their seats, either discussing profound mysteries or lecturing on the Great Dao, and listened closely as Nüwa recounted the beginning and end of her attainment of Sainthood—every word was plain, and every sentence was sincere.

If not for Senior Jiang Chen's guidance this time, Nüwa would likely have wandered in the mist for a long time before finding the threshold of Sainthood. Mentioning Jiang Chen, warmth surged in her heart, and she felt heartfelt admiration—this person was indeed far beyond the Ancestor of the Dao, Hongjun. With just one look, he had seen through the key lock in her fate and pointed directly to the source of the Great Dao.

Upon hearing this, waves rose in the hearts of the audience, especially the Three Pure Ones, whose chests churned with regret. If they had known earlier, why would they have taken such a long detour? Even their Master respected him, so how could he not know the opportunity for their own enlightenment? But now, if they wanted to visit and ask for guidance, they couldn't even find an excuse—years ago, they had personally agreed that 'if there is a matter, report to Hongjun; if not, do not disturb.' How could they have the face to knock on his mountain gate again? The more they thought about it, the more they felt it was a mistake, wishing they could turn back time.

“Fellow Daoists, have you encountered some difficulty?” Nüwa asked, seeing their strange expressions.

Jieyin and Zhunti were also astonished, but they were more puzzled as to why the Three Pure Ones were suddenly in a trance, as if struck by lightning.

“Allow me to explain,” Laozi said frankly. “Tens of thousands of years ago, Senior Jiang Chen visited Kunlun. We treated him with the etiquette of disciples and honored him as our Martial Uncle. The origin of that 'Heavenly Dao Chapter' was personally taught by him.”

As soon as these words were spoken, Nüwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti were all stunned—so he was actually a direct descendant of Pangu! His bloodline was pure, the heaven-opening brand was still there, and his mastery of creation was beyond doubt. The Three Pure Ones did not feel ashamed; instead, they felt it was only natural. In terms of foundation, heritage, and realm, the man firmly suppressed them. To be able to claim this layer of connection was truly a blessing from heaven; a backer as solid as this was better than a thousand spiritual mountains.

“Congratulations! My congratulations to you!” Nüwa was momentarily speechless, left only with sighs—this wasn't just built on cultivation; it was clearly luck hitting them on the head.

Jieyin and Zhunti also secretly rejoiced: that beating they took back then was truly not in vain! If they were hit a few more times, they might have even gotten a bit closer. Thinking about such a towering pillar standing behind them, their backs straightened, and their confidence soared.

The Three Pure Ones' faces glowed, and their brows were full of certainty: was there anything more coincidental in the world? Since the opportunity had come knocking, how could they refuse? With a stable backer, they could act without restraint. Moreover, this senior had a very deep connection with the Pangu lineage; with him bridging the gap, things were as steady as a rock.

“By the way, may I ask where Martial Uncle is currently?”

Nüwa replied casually, “He is looking after the Human Race I created. It will take about a thousand years.”

The Three Pure Ones understood immediately—Senior Jiang Chen wanted to quietly guard the birth period of the Human Race and did not want outside interference, which is why he asked Nüwa to pass on the message. But wasn't this thousand years of time also a silent expectation?

“In that case, thank you for telling us. We shall return to the mountains to cultivate in seclusion.”

The Three Pure Ones bowed and took their leave. Jieyin and Zhunti did not stay long either, bowing one after another as they retreated. Nüwa did not try to keep them—the main force of the Demon Race had already arrived outside the mountain gate. They all understood each other without saying it; they were polite on the surface but distant at heart. Forcing them together would only lead to friction. Going their separate ways was cleaner.

“I will not see you out. I wish you all an early attainment of the Primordial Chaos and the enjoyment of the Great Dao.”

“We thank you for your kind words!”

After seeing off the Three Pure Ones and the two Western Saints, Nüwa welcomed her elder brother Fuxi. Her expression immediately softened, losing all the majesty of a Saint, leaving only the attachment and respect of a younger sister. “Brother, this is the small world I opened. Take a look; is it to your liking? From now on, you can live here in peace.”

Fuxi listened to his sister's soft words and knew her sincere concern, but as a man, how could he curl up under his sister's wing? He immediately declined with a smile. “There is no need. Seeing your achievement today, I am overjoyed. The Heavenly Court is stable, and the Heavenly Emperor treats me very well. Do not worry—they have arrived.”

Hearing this, Nüwa knew she couldn't persuade him, so she could only drop it for now and plan slowly in the future. She stood before the hall and did not personally go to welcome them. Since her status had changed, the etiquette had its own rules.

As Nüwa's mount, the Colorful Phoenix now took on the responsibility of an attendant. She folded her wings and lowered her head, leading Dijun and the others inside.

“Congratulations to Her Ladyship on attaining the Dao of Primordial Chaos! From now on, our Demon Race will surely sweep across the Great Desolation and awe the eight directions!” Dijun and Taiyi rushed forward, laughing loudly, and took the opportunity to suggest using her influence to expand their power, their eyes full of eager hope.

Nüwa's gaze sank slightly, her brow furrowing briefly before smoothing out. Her tone was as calm as still water. “The Heavenly Emperor governs the world and has his own laws. Since I have transcended, I will no longer interfere in government affairs. However, the depth of the Great Desolation is far beyond imagination. I hope the Heavenly Emperor will be prudent and cautious, and not act with too much haste.”

These words were like cold spring water splashed on their faces. The smiles of Dijun and the others froze on their lips. They looked at each other, not understanding her meaning—how could she become so distant and cold just after attaining the Saintly Seat?