In the Palace of Empress NvWa in the Celestial Court, a cloud appeared above Nüwa's head. Apparently, she was at the critical moment of enlightenment. Since she obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi, Nüwa had not stopped comprehending it for a moment. Although her cultivation had improved, she had no clue about the Chance to become a Saint.
Not only that, after so many years of seclusion, Nüwa's cultivation had reached the peak of the Middle-stage of Quasi-saint. Even her Good Corpse had reached the Middle-stage of Quasi-saint, but she had been unable to cut out the Evil Corpse. Her cultivation had been stuck at the Middle-stage of Quasi-saint and could not make any progress.
However, there was good news. Although she had not been able to cut out the Evil Corpse, Nüwa had a new understanding of the Law of Fate that she had comprehended. In just a few thousand years, she had comprehended 40% of the Law of Fate. Even without her Good Corpse, she was at the Middle-stage of Quasi-saint.
Nüwa was also puzzled about the progress of the Law of Fate. When she first comprehended the Law of Fate, Nüwa had also worked hard to comprehend it, but her progress was always very slow. However, she did not expect that after obtaining the Hongmeng Purple Qi, her comprehension of the Law of Fate would improve by leaps and bounds. It was simply incredible.
Fate, fate … Nüwa kept repeating these two words. She felt that her Chance to become a Saint was very likely to depend on the Law of Fate. Otherwise, her comprehension of the Law of Fate would not have become so smooth after obtaining the Hongmeng Purple Qi.
At this time, Fuxi came in from outside the hall. Seeing Nüwa's frown, Fuxi asked, "Sister, what's wrong? Have you still not fully comprehended the Hongmeng Purple Qi? Don't worry. Since Daozu has said that you can become a Saint, it can't be wrong. "
Nüwa frowned and said, "Brother, I know. However, I have obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi for thousands of years, but I have not been able to see the way to become a Saint. How can I not be anxious? In these thousands of years, I have been unable to cut out the Evil Corpse. If my comprehension of the Law of Fate had not been smooth, I would have wasted thousands of years."
Fuxi sighed. He could not help at all when it came to comprehending the Hongmeng Purple Qi. However, Fuxi knew more about the Way of the Three Corpses. For example, when he fought with the Wu people this time, he already felt that his Evil Corpse was about to be cut out. However, his sister Nüwa was different.
Nüwa was gentle and did not like fighting, which was a bit like the Wu people's Houtu. In the Way of the Three Corpses, the Good and Evil Corpses were the easiest to cut out. Nüwa was kind, so it was not difficult for her to cut out the Good Corpse. However, it was different for the Evil Corpse. She had to understand her own evil thoughts or kill to cut out the Evil Corpse.
Fuxi comforted her, "Sister, don't worry too much. The Way of the Corpse Severing also depends on luck. However, since your comprehension of the Law of Fate has been so smooth, perhaps your chance to become a Saint lies in the Law of Fate. You still need to comprehend the Law of Fate more."
Nüwa heard Fuxi's words and her heart lit up. She said, "I think so too. However, I feel that if I stay in the Celestial Court, I will not be able to find my chance. I want to travel the Great Desolation and find my chance to become a Saint."
Fuxi heard this and frowned. The Great Desolation was the Wu people's territory. If Nüwa went alone, he would be worried. "In that case, I will go with you. After all, the Great Desolation is the Wu people's territory."
Nüwa shook her head and rejected Fuxi's good intentions. "No need. Brother is injured and the Corpse Severing should be near. You should focus on your closed-door cultivation. This time, I am going to the Great Desolation to find my chance. I will not provoke the Wu people. I will also be careful. If I encounter any danger, I will return to the Celestial Court. Brother, you can focus on your closed-door cultivation."
Hearing Nüwa's words, Fuxi did not say anything. Although the Great Desolation was the Wu people's territory, among the Wu people, only Twelve Zu Wu had the strength to keep his sister Nüwa. However, in the last battle, Twelve Zu Wu had also suffered from the backlash of the formation. He was probably still in closed-door cultivation. The Grand Wizard of the Wu people was no match for Nüwa. Therefore, Fuxi agreed with Nüwa's idea.
After bidding farewell to Fuxi, Nüwa came to the Great Desolation alone. In order not to attract the attention of the Wu people, she deliberately hid her whereabouts. This trip was to find her own chance. If she was discovered by the Wu people, she would have no choice but to return to the Celestial Court.
Walking in the Great Desolation, Nüwa saw nothing but slaughter. Although hundreds of billions of demons gathered in the Celestial Court, there were still many demons living in the Great Desolation. They were all left behind when Di Jun moved the demons to the Celestial Court. It could be said that they were abandoned by Di Jun and had no choice but to live in the Great Desolation.
The Wu people did not exterminate these demons. Instead, they allowed them to develop. Of course, they did not get along with each other peacefully. The Wu people saw these demons as whetstones to train the Wu people. Of course, they also saw them as a source of food.
Although cultivators had already abstained from eating, the Wu people were a race that cultivated their bodies. By devouring the flesh of demons and absorbing their essence, they could also strengthen their bodies faster. In the Great Desolation, the demons could only fight to the death with the Wu people in order to survive.
Nüwa frowned as she watched the battles and massacres. Although she was already a Quasi-saint, she had not really experienced many battles. Moreover, she did not like fighting, so she had been concentrating on cultivation and did not participate in the battles between the liches and demons.
However, what she saw and heard along the way deeply touched Nüwa. The liches and demons were in a situation where they would not rest until one of them was dead. The killing between the two races would never stop. This situation would never change unless one of the races was completely wiped out.
Seeing the killings that occurred from time to time in the Great Desolation, Nüwa could not help but sigh. The Great Desolation was so great. Could it be that there were no races in the world that could live in peace? The Hundred Races were like this, the Dragon, the Phoenix, the Kirin, and the Liches and Demons were like this. Was there really no race in the world that could live in peace?
Race? Nüwa suddenly had a flash of inspiration. The purple Hongmeng in her Primordial Spirit began to tremble. She knew that this was a sign that she was about to comprehend the Opportunity to become a Saint. Nüwa immediately calmed down and began to carefully comprehend what she had just thought.
Race? There were many races in the Great Desolation, but none of them could truly live in peace. Even the Wu people were the same. In the face of the Demon Race, the Wu people were united against the outside world. However, there were also internal conflicts. This was especially so for the two great tribes led by Zhurong and Gonggong. Although they were far from each other, they would always fight whenever they met.
What if I create a race that loves peace? As Nüwa thought of this, the purple Hongmeng became abnormally active. It actually showed signs of gradually merging into her Primordial Spirit. Nüwa understood that her opportunity had arrived. Creating a new race was her opportunity to become a Saint.
With a thought, Nüwa pointed at a thousand-year-old parasol tree by the roadside. Instantly, the parasol tree transformed into a woman in green. She bowed and said, "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Nüwa stared at the parasol tree woman. She looked left and right, sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing. This made the woman nervous.
"Your Majesty, is there something wrong with me?" The woman asked in a low voice.
"Nothing. You may leave." Nüwa waved her hand and sent the woman away. She sighed slightly. It seemed that becoming a Saint was not easy. Although she had enlightened a plant spirit, it was still a Demon Race. It could not be considered as creating a new race.
Nüwa walked to the side of the lake and sat down. She looked at her Daoist Friend in the water. Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration. What if she created a race based on her appearance? In the Great Desolation, there were many races. However, after cultivation, they would all transform. Although their appearances were different, they were all in the form of a Tendo.
Thinking of this, Nüwa picked up a ball of mud and poured some lake water on it. After the mud softened, Nüwa began to shape a clay figurine according to her appearance. Soon, the figurine was formed. The figurine moved a few times and suddenly scattered.
Nüwa frowned. It seemed that the mud was not suitable. What should she use? Suddenly, she remembered that she had obtained two things from the Treasure-snatching Rock. Nüwa hurriedly took them out. If River Styx were here, he would definitely recognize them. They were the Innate Growing Soil and the Sanguang Holy Water.
Nüwa mixed the Innate Growing Soil and the Sanguang Holy Water together. As she molded the clay figurine, she unconsciously used the Dharma of Fate. At this moment, the Hongmeng Purple Qi in her Primordial Spirit finally began to merge with Nüwa's Primordial Spirit. Nüwa's realm began to rise and her Dharma of Fate became stronger.
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