On Xiaoyao Island in the East China Sea, Yang Yi practiced in retreat in his room. Since the return of Heavenly Court, 10,000 years have passed.

Above the wilderness, although there were no large-scale wars between the two lich clans, there were constant small frictions between the two clans.

As we all know, the base camp of the demon clan is in the Heavenly Court, but the entire Demon Clan is so big, although the Heavenly Court has the space of thirty-three heavens, it cannot be completely accommodated with it.

As a result, there are still many demon clans living on the desolate land. But this is the territory of the Wicans. The people of the two races do not look at each other very well, and after they meet each other, it is inevitable that they will fight.

In addition, the Wu clan who have not become immortals cannot do it without food, so the demon clan has also become their ration. The contradictions have accumulated more, and the hatred between the two sides has become deeper and deeper, so it is inevitable to fight.

Fortunately, they also knew that their respective leaders were limited by Dao Ancestor's order to stop fighting, and no large-scale wars could take place, so the two clans finally decided to set aside a separate place in the desolate world as a place for military training.

The two clans would send their respective armies to gather here, and then each send 10,000 men to fight, one to train their troops and strengthen their strength, and the other to vent the hatred in the hearts of both sides. Otherwise, if you keep it in your heart, you can't guarantee that you will do something that hurts your own race.

In the end, the battlefield was chosen not far from the Netherworld Blood Sea, which was sparsely populated and the environment was suitable for battlefield. And since the establishment of the battlefield, thousands of years have passed.

There will be a battle of 10,000 people here every day, and if someone is injured, naturally someone will go up to fill the vacancy, so that the number of teams on both sides will always remain unchanged at 10,000 people.

For thousands of years, there have been mountains of corpses and bones here, rivers of blood, and the people and horses of both sides have their own wins and losses, and the killing is inseparable. The original yellowed ground here was also stained dark brown by the blood of the people of the two tribes, and the individual strength of the two lich tribes has improved a lot, but their hatred is also getting deeper and deeper, and they are waiting for the final outbreak.

Everything that happened here, the great powers of the flood wilderness, were clear, they had no idea of stopping it, but would send their own disciples to experience it here.

These disciples naturally did not dare to kill or injure the people of the two clans casually, and after they came, they would first choose to watch the battle on the sidelines, and then choose their favorite camp and join in the battle to hone their training.

Their masters reached an agreement with the higher-ups of the two clans to provide some of the things that the two clans needed, so that the two clans allowed their disciples to hide their identities and enter the two camps to train, and they could not be held accountable afterwards.

Of course, the strength of cultivation cannot be too different from that of these fighting generals, and once the cultivation breaks through, you must consciously leave. If he insists on going his own way and wantonly kills people of both races, then what awaits him is also the fate of destruction.

Since the addition of other creatures to the battle, the Lich has developed a reward system. It is these monks who kill the soldiers of the witch or demon clan, and when they return, they take the heads of the people they have killed, which can be exchanged for the items they need.

Whether it is changing weapons, or elixir, or refining alchemy materials, it can also be a cultivation exercise, you name it. Therefore, on the current battlefield, there are many monks who are not people of the two races, and at the same time, they hone themselves in exchange for their needs.

Yang Yi's Xiaoyao Island also has monks who come here to practice, and he doesn't care about these, after all, their lives are their own, and they can toss as much as they want. At this time, others were on the island, but their eyes were looking in the direction of Zhou Shan.

During this time, his heart was a little restless, and he sensed that something related to him was about to happen. But the sky is obscure, and he doesn't know what happened for a long time, so he can only roughly calculate that the place where this happened is near Zhoushan.

So he didn't say anything, so he left the island again and flew in the direction of the induction. At the same time, in a dojo near Zhou Mountain, Nuwa also walked out of it.

Since the wedding of the Demon Emperor Jun, Nuwa has gained a lot of merits, and she is still one step away from beheading the second corpse, so after she came back, she has been in retreat, hoping to achieve the second corpse quasi-saint as soon as possible.

But so far, there is still no sense of breakthrough, which makes Nuwa irritable. The Hongmeng purple qi given by the Dao Ancestor is in her Yuan Shen for her to continue to comprehend the path of sanctification, and there is no progress now.

Fu Xi was a little distressed when he saw his sister's irritable state, but he couldn't help anything, so he persuaded Nuwa to go out and travel, maybe something would touch her and let her break through.

Nuwa also had plans to go out, so she said goodbye to Fuxi and walked out of the dojo. She has no destination, wherever she goes, so a hundred years have passed in a hurry.

Within a hundred years, Nuwa's mood was indeed much more relaxed at the beginning, she was close to nature every day, she understood the Dao, and her stagnant cultivation was also somewhat relaxed. This made her happy, but the good mood did not last long before it was ruined by something else.

It turned out that when she was traveling, she often encountered monks from the demon clan and the witch clan fighting each other. Although a battlefield was set up for the two clans to clash, there were still many people who did not go there, and revenge did not last overnight, and they fought nearby.

At the beginning, she would take care of it, protect the demon clan, and expel the witch clan, but after a long time, such a struggle has been happening, and she doesn't bother to pay attention to it, but her heart is more boring than when she first came out of the dojo.

She often has the idea that the people of the two races are competitive, bloodthirsty and murderous, and only know about destruction of the desolate world, and rarely have the idea of maintaining it. If there was a race in the world, innocent, kind, and willing to give, how good it would be, then the desolate world would be much more beautiful than it is now.

As soon as this thought was born, it took root in her mind and could not be shaken down. She thought about it for a long time, and searched for a long time in her travels, but she had never encountered such a race.

"Where can you find such a group?" these are the words that Nuwa has been muttering to herself all this time. Suddenly, she saw several clay dolls beside the river not far in front of her, which should have been pinched and played by the living children living nearby.

These dolls include lions, tigers, flowers and trees. Nuwa stared at these dolls for a long time, and a thought involuntarily came to her mind. She thought:

Since there is no peace-loving, innocent and kind race in my heart, why don't I create a race of my own like pinching these dolls!

As soon as this idea was born, the Hongmeng purple qi in her primordial spirit suddenly trembled, and a trace of the rules and theories of creating sentient beings began to fill Nuwa's mind, making her overjoyed, she knew that she had inadvertently understood the method of sanctification, how could this not make her happy!

Now that she has a clear path to sanctification, Nuwa is naturally not delaying, and is ready to create a race that does not exist in the wilderness based on the knowledge provided by Hongmeng Purple Qi and her own comprehension of the way of creation.

So she came to the river, and didn't care that the dirt stained her clothes, and began to knead all kinds of creatures with mud like a child, hoping to be inspired by it to derive the appearance of the race she wanted to create.

Above Nuwa's head, Yang Yiyin watched quietly in the clouds, he had been here for a while, and seeing Nuwa's movements, he knew that the human race was about to be born. The restlessness in his heart before also came from this, after all, his soul still has the shadow of a human being.

Yang Yi was excited, and his figure trembled a little. But he quickly stabilized his emotions and watched Nuwa's process of creating a human being.

Time has passed, and another hundred years have passed, and the surroundings of Nuwa by the river are full of all kinds of clay puppets. Flowers, birds, insects, fish, jackals, tigers and leopards, flying in the sky, crawling on the ground, and swimming in the water were all pinched out by Nuwa, but she still couldn't find the inspiration to figure out what the new race should look like.

Yang Yi was a little anxious watching from the sidelines, and he really didn't know how long Nuwa would have to think about it before she could determine the appearance of the human race. So he stopped hiding himself, but showed himself out of the clouds.

And because Nuwa was too focused, she hadn't noticed Yang Yi's arrival, Yang Yi smiled softly, and then said:

"Nuwa Daoyou is polite. Daoist friends are interested, what are you going to do?"

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