One day, one month, one year, in the midst of the famine, the years passed silently and rapidly. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years have passed.

On this day, in the Wa Palace.

"Brother, over the years, I didn't have any feelings, I wanted to go out for a walk, so maybe I could find some feelings. ”

Nuwa said to Fu Xi with a bitter face, she was extremely distressed in her heart, she had worked hard to cultivate over the years, and she had comprehended the way of the saint through Hongmeng Purple Qi, but she had not done it all. Seeing that Yuan Shidu had been sanctified for many years, and she was still standing still, she felt very depressed.

But recently, it seems that there is a mysterious force driving her to hurry up and get promoted, which is very mysterious and very strange.

After hearing this, Fu Xi also knew in his heart that his sister had been working hard all these years, especially after Yuan Shi became a saint, she worked harder. Presumably her competitive spirit is at work. However, there is nothing he can do about it, who makes himself not aware of anything, and he is not easy to persuade. In the end, I could only say to her:

"Okay, sister, you can go out, but you have to be careful, the Wu clan has been on the verge lately, although there will be no war yet, but we are demon clans after all, you may encounter danger. ”

"Brother, you can rest assured, I know what to do, and I am not a helpless person, don't worry. ”

Nuwa knew what to do, and comforted Fuxi, telling him not to worry. Although many of the Lich Clan died at her hands during the last Lich War, she still didn't want to go to war with the Lich until she had no choice but to do so.

After convincing her brother Fuxi, Nuwa walked out of the Wa Palace and walked towards the desolate land. Step by step, walking on the desolate land, watching the various races fighting and fighting, and realizing their own opportunities.

Stop-and-go, and before you know it, a thousand years have passed like this. During this period, Nuwa has walked through countless landscapes, seen the rise and fall of countless races, and seen the great battle between the two lich races. Seeing too much, she became upset.

Not only annoyed by the Wu Clan, but even her own Demon Clan was a little annoyed, why did the Flood Wilderness fight like this, isn't there a race that longs for harmony?

Unconsciously, Nuwa returned to Buzhou Mountain again, which is the place where she was born, and it can be regarded as returning to her hometown. Looking at the familiar environment on Buzhou Mountain, thinking of the carefree life with her brother Fuxi before she joined the demon clan in the past, the bits and pieces of the past came to her heart, and she felt a faint and warm feeling.

Nuwa stood in a valley, in this valley, a pool of clear springs, reflecting her beautiful face, Nuwa stood on the shore, there was silence all around, her heart also became extremely quiet, she remembered the scene when her brother used to play the qin, and couldn't help laughing stupidly.

At this time, she remembered the constant struggle between the two tribes of the lich, the constant killing, the constant death, and the endless suffering of war in the wilderness.

"Why do they have to fight? What race can be peaceful and not like to fight? By the waterhole, Nuwa seemed to be full of sorrow, her brows were furrowed, and she was a little tired of the days of fighting and killing.

At this moment, the Hongmeng purple qi in Nuwa's Yuan Shen was throbbing unprecedentedly, the Yuan Shen was beating, and feelings kept emerging in her heart. The experience of wandering in the wilderness over the years has become her innermost insight. She stood by the pond, silent, meditating.

Before you know it, time passes, and sixty years pass again. Suddenly, Nuwa's delicate body shook, and her whole body exuded a mysterious divine light of creation, and among the primordial gods, Hongmeng's purple qi was beating, and bursts of heaven and earth rhyme surged into her heart. At this time, Nuwa seemed to have a slight understanding of her own way.

"My word is the way of creation. Creation can not only be created, but also transformed. Creation has the meaning of creation, and the meaning of transformation and destruction has the meaning of dissolution. I only had transformation before, but not creation, but now, do you want me to create life?" Nuwa murmured in a low voice by the waterhole, and her eyes instantly became brighter than ever, as dazzling as the stars above the nine heavens, and for a while, thousands of flowers lost their color, at this moment, it was as if she was the only one left between heaven and earth, and she was the most beautiful existence between heaven and earth.

"There is no harmonious race in the wilderness, and since that is the case, then I will create one. ”

Nuwa's domineering declaration. In her primordial spirit, Hongmeng's purple qi was shaking violently, obviously, this once again proved that her holy path was right.

Looking at Nuwa in the reflection of the waterhole, she thoughtfully picked up the yellow mud on the edge of the waterhole and pinched it with her hand according to her own appearance.

After a while, Nuwa pinched out a clay figure that was exactly the same as her, only to see Nuwa casually hit a light of creation, which submerged into the clay figure, the light bloomed, and the clay man swelled, and instantly became the same size as Nuwa, but it only lasted for an instant, and the clay figure was scattered all over the place, and the divine light dissipated.

"What's going on? Still doesn't work, what went wrong?" Nuwa looked at the clay figures scattered all over the place, frowned, and thought secretly.

She was not reconciled, and squatted down again, pinching people with mud. However, the ending remains the same, and when the clay figures grow up, they will be scattered all over the place, obviously, this will not work.

"What's the matter? I feel that my holy path is like this, how can it not work?" Nuwa frowned, her delicate little face became a little ugly, and she whispered to herself.

"Haha! What makes Daoyou so anxious?"

At this moment, a hearty laugh woke up Nuwa in thought.

She was shocked in her heart, and hurriedly reined in her thoughts, and secretly said that she was careless, if someone else attacked her at this moment, then could she dodge? She was secretly annoyed in her heart, and when she looked up, she saw a Taoist in a black robe, stepping over.

"Who is Daoyou, and what is the matter here?" Nuwa was secretly vigilant, because she found that this person's cultivation was not weaker than her at all, and she even had a faint feeling that she couldn't see through.

"It doesn't matter who the deity is, what matters is that the deity is here for Daoist friends?" The black-clothed Taoist looked at Nuwa unscrupulously, and suddenly said with a smile on his face.

Nuwa frowned, a little displeased, but she didn't have a seizure, but asked rhetorically, "Come for me, what do you mean by this?"

"If the deity is not mistaken, Daoyou is now at a critical moment of enlightenment, but Daoyou can't enter that state, presumably there is a lack of some kind of key thing. The black-clothed Taoist looked at Nuwa with a smile on his face.

"You're right. But, so what?" Nuwa said with some displeasure.

"Hehe, how is that? Yes, yes, Daoyou is really ...... There is character. The deity can't do anything, but it just so happens that the deity knows what you're lacking. The black-clothed Taoist said with a smile.

Nuwa suddenly fell silent, and after a moment of silence, she said:

"Although I don't know who you are, but looking at your cultivation, you must not be a nobody. Say, what do you want?"

"What do I want?

The black-clothed Taoist smiled and asked rhetorically, "What do you have to care about me?"

"You-"

Nuwa was a little angry, but then, she calmed down her mood, glanced at the black-clothed Taoist, turned around and left.

Uh, something is wrong, isn't it going to stay here and continue to bargain? I was finally in a good mood and told her what she was missing. But why did you leave without saying a word now?

The black-clothed Taoist was a little stunned. However, in the end, he is a master, and his mood will be adjusted in an instant. His voice faintly reached the ears of Nuwa in the distance, making her body stagnate:

"Fellow Daoist, don't you want to be sanctified? Do you still want to watch Sanqing become sanctified one by one before you and crush you under you?"