At this moment, Nuwa's newly finished divine realm changed, and suddenly it split into two, one slowly floating into the air, while the other was still on land.

Nuwa's gaze shifted to the other half of the divine realm flying into the air, looking at the basin of Nirvana in her arms.

"Strange, how can this be?"

She wanted to stop it, but she couldn't.

Until she sighed, hid the strangeness in her heart, and whispered: "Is it what the heavens want? But there are no spiritual things in the sky, so there is a divine realm?"

"That's it, the divine realm belongs to the heavens, and the two of you live in the spiritual realm? ”

Nuwa looked at the changes around her, her expression remained unchanged, but her tone was joyful.

After she finished speaking, she glanced at the two people lying on the ground, whose lifeforms were gradually disappearing, and suddenly thought: "I didn't expect me to make these lovely beings so weak, since this is the case, then I am pinching a few strong ones to protect you, and it just so happens that you can also live in the god realm." ”

Nuwa looked at the man on the ground while holding the clay figure in her hand and filling it with mana.

And the clay figure in her hand was pinched, as if it was a man who had lost his breath on the ground and turned into a puddle of loess.

When she finished pinching one, it didn't seem to be enjoyable enough, so she pinched a few more, both men and women.

Until the sun sets and rises again, Nuwa is tireless, and she doesn't know how long it has been.

It was so long that her own body had changed, and it was so long that her own spiritual power gradually faded.

Kuafu, who had been chasing the sun for a long time, passed by her tens of thousands of times, and finally stopped teasing her, knowing how to pinch these useless things when she had nothing to do every day, and then she put down her work.

Looking at the sun rising again, the rising sun shone on the earth, and even more on the clay figurines she pinched.

However, some of the clay figurines are not the clay figurines they once were, but are full of mana and glow with white light.

Some are in a hurry when the night comes, either infected by the night, or infected by her mood, glowing with blackness.

But for Nuwa, it is all pinched out by her, whether it is black or white, it is a lovely new life.

"You are the most beautiful of all! You are the first person in heaven and earth to possess spiritual power, and you also have the boundless mana that I live in. In the future, you will live in the divine realm, but you must protect those scattered people, and no one will be harmed. ”

Nuwa took the clay figure she had pinched at the beginning, chuckled and joked, looked at the place where the sun was rising, and suddenly drew four directions in her basin.

East, west, north and south, with the place where the sun rises being the east, and the sunset being the west. The north and the south are alternated to the left and right.

When she had finished dividing these, she suddenly wrote a word on the clay figure that looked like Nie Juan: 'East'.

"Dongyang is magnificent, not bad!" Nuwa looked at the clay figure in her hand, admiring the best masterpiece in her heart, and superimposed words on him to get closer and add positive energy.

"From now on, you will be called Donghua!" Nuwa said, picking up some other clay figurines full of spiritual power, and writing them in font one by one, both men and women.

Including those men and women who are covered in black gas, there are also fonts.

The clay figure imagines with the woman's appearance, and the word 'soil' is written on the back.

Wait for Nuwa to engrave the names of all the clay figurines, and wave her hand to let all those who have mana come to life for real.

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