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A few days later, Ye Chuanze left Buzhou Mountain to wander the world and discovered Nuwa's presence near the Yellow River.
The waters of the Yellow River come from the heavens, rushing towards the sea without returning. The turbulent waters of the Yellow River flow forward, rolling with waves that seem endless. The Yellow River is the birthplace of human civilization, referred to by humanity as the Mother River.
Nuwa was squatting by the riverbank, her long skirt trailing on the ground. She had a furrowed brow and a troubled expression, seemingly caught in some dilemma. In her hands, she was kneading a lump of clay, which had already taken on a human shape. On the ground beside her lay several clay figures carelessly discarded. Ye Chuanze glanced at these figures; they were lifeless and lacked any essence of Sentient Beings.
Ye Chuanze smiled slightly. Humanity is said to be the spirit of all things, and the heavens are wise; how could these ordinary clays create life? Seeing this scene, Ye Chuanze realized that Nuwa was creating humans, and the human race was about to be born. This thought suddenly filled him with joy. Ye Chuanze had a deep fondness for humanity, having experienced life as one in his past. Although those memories were now vague, the feelings remained.
The human race is filled with deceit, lies, slaughter, and evil—things that Ye Chuanze detested. Yet there also exists kindness, beauty, purity, and friendliness among them. It is an extremely contradictory race, one that evokes both love and hate. Ye Chuanze despised their deceit and cruelty while simultaneously loving their innocence and goodness.
Ye Chuanze thought that he indeed still loved this race cherished by heaven and earth. Despite their many flaws, they still maintained the purest kindness. That alone was enough; in darkness, even a little light could dispel it. As long as there is goodwill in one's heart, one would not stray from the path.
Nuwa held a clay figure in her hands, looking troubled and unsure of what to do. Ye Chuanze stood at a distance watching her and called out, "Nuwa."
Hearing his voice, Nuwa looked over and saw him. "Ye Chuanze, what brings you here?" she asked.
"I just happened to pass by. What are you doing, Nuwa?" Ye Chuanze approached and asked.
Nuwa fell silent for a moment, her brow furrowed and her expression distressed. After hesitating for a while, she said, "That day you guided me; I had an epiphany and wanted to create new Sentient Beings in accordance with heavenly will. But what I've made are just lifeless clay figures; I don't know what to do next."
Ye Chuanze replied, "Did you just grab some soil and take some water to start creating new Sentient Beings?"
"What's wrong with that?" Nuwa asked.
"All Sentient Beings in the world come into being according to fate; they are born with spiritual essence. Thus, flowers, grasses, trees, birds, and beasts can cultivate themselves into forms resembling humans and achieve enlightenment. How can you create new Sentient Beings using this ordinary yellow earth and lifeless Clear Water?" Ye Chuanze explained.
Nüwa fell silent upon hearing this.
Ye Chuanze looked at her and said, "I have some Nine Earths and Soil and Qian Kun Ding here. You can use them to create Sentient Beings."
"The Qian Kun Ding can gather the spiritual energy from the heavens and earth, while the Nine Earths and Soil is used for shaping," Ye Chuanze explained as he handed these two items to Nüwa.
Nüwa thanked him and accepted the items.
She filled the Qian Kun Ding with water from the Yellow River and placed the Nine Earths and Soil into the Qian Kun Ding. The soil mixed with the water, and Nüwa reached in to take out a lump of clay, shaping it into a human form. As soon as the small clay figure hit the ground, it instantly grew taller and larger, its body becoming flesh and blood, lively and energetic. This first created human rushed to Nüwa, bowed deeply, and called out, "Mother."
Seeing that she had successfully created a human, Nüwa's previously furrowed brow relaxed, her expression brightening with joy. She began to shape a second human, then a third... until she was sweating from her forehead, her hands weak and her vision blurry, having worked from morning until noon.
Ye Chuanze stood by watching her create humans. When he felt it was about time, he spoke up: "If you keep shaping them one by one like this, who knows when you'll finish."
Nüwa looked up at him and asked, "Do you have another method?"
Ye Chuanze smiled slightly, took out a Gourd Vine and handed it to her. Then he picked up the Qian Kun Ding and turned it upside down. The mud within the Qian Kun Ding flowed out, and Ye Chuanze shouted, "Nüwa, why aren't you getting started!"
Nüwa was momentarily taken aback but then understood his meaning. She waved the whip in her hand fiercely towards the flowing mud. The mud splashed up and fell to the ground, transforming into numerous humans.
After swinging the whip three or five times, countless naked humans were seen running around on the land by the Yellow River.
Once the mud in the Qian Kun Ding had completely flowed out, Nüwa put away her whip. She looked at the humans running everywhere and smiled slightly; she had achieved Merit.
The newly born humans opened their eyes wide in curiosity as they gazed at this beautiful and noble Fairy before them. Although they were naive and innocent, they understood that this Fairy was their mother who had created them. They all knelt down in unison, bowing their heads with gratitude as they called out, "Mother!"
Hearing this from the side, Ye Chuanze smiled to himself, thinking that Nüwa had no man yet had already become a mother. He wondered how she felt upon hearing them call her mother. Just as he thought this, he heard these newly born humans turn to him and call out, "Father!"
"Hey! Wait a minute..." Ye Chuanze's mouth twitched at the words, and he quickly said, "Don't call me father; I'm not your father. I have nothing to do with Nüwa!"
Upon hearing this, Nüwa turned her head and glanced at him, saying, "You contributed a lot to their birth. It is only right for them to call you father."
After hearing this, Ye Chuanze felt completely unwell. Nüwa, what do you mean by that? Do you even know what the relationship between a father and a mother is?
Regardless of what Ye Chuanze was thinking, Nüwa had already defined his "title." The human race, hearing Nüwa say this, boldly called out "Father!" in a deafening voice.
"......" Ye Chuanze.
Ye Chuanze looked at the group of humans who were excitedly gazing at him with affectionate and moist eyes, his face twitching uncontrollably. Great! His cheap Holy Father title was now firmly established.
He twitched his mouth and said to the newly born humans, "Be good! Don't make a fuss; go play over there."
Seeing that Ye Chuanze was speaking to them, the eyes of the newly born humans became even more fervent, their expressions excited and fanatical as they shouted loudly, "Father!" followed by "Mother!"
Their voices were filled with the excitement of new life and gratitude towards their creators. This was a group of newly born beings; they were naive and innocent, ignorant and weak, fearful of the world yet eager to survive.
In an instant, purple qi surged from the east, auspicious signs appeared in the world, and radiant light filled the sky.
The Heavenly Dao responded and bestowed merit.
Golden merit descended like a pillar, merging into Nüwa's body. In an instant, golden light surged forth, making it impossible for anyone to open their eyes or gaze directly at Nüwa.
After a long time, the golden merit pillar finally disappeared. The purple qi in the sky dissipated, and the auspicious signs along with the radiant light vanished from sight; the heavenly phenomena faded away.
Nüwa opened her eyes and smiled gently.
Ye Chuanze looked at her, just about to speak, when he saw another wave of Purple Qi coming from the east, accompanied by Auspicious Signs and brilliant rays of light. He was taken aback, his words caught in his throat.
Then, a powerful and unfathomable pressure descended upon him. This pressure spread throughout the Primordial realm, reaching the Three Pure Ones on Kunlun Mountain, Di Jun and Taiyi in the Heavenly Palace of the Thirty-Three Heavens, Jieyin and Zhun Ti in the west, Minghe Old Ancestor from the Blood Sea, Kunpeng Daoist from the Northern Sea, Zhen Yuanzi from Wuzhuang Temple, and Fuxi from Buzhou Mountain. All felt this overwhelming pressure.
This time, it was Nuwa achieving sainthood, heralded by a celestial phenomenon.
The pressure of a Sage becoming a saint should not be underestimated; all Sentient Beings in heaven and earth knelt in submission. The Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhun Ti, Di Jun, Taiyi, and other powerful immortals were proud and stubbornly resisted this immense pressure, refusing to bow even slightly.
This put Ye Chuanze in a difficult position. Being closest to Nuwa, he felt the pressure most intensely. He was also proud and unwilling to kneel. Moreover, he had always regarded Nuwa as an equal; if he were to kneel at her feet now, how could he face her again in the future?
He gritted his teeth and braced himself against the heavenly pressure. Despite trembling all over, his legs remained steady, his knees straight and unyielding. The intense pain from the pressure twisted his features into a grimace; blood even seeped from the corners of his lips. His hands clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms until veins bulged on the back of his hands. At that moment, he relied on an indomitable spirit within him to withstand this supreme pressure.
Nuwa, enveloped in golden light and Purple Qi nearby, glanced at him thoughtfully. Such a person with great willpower should not be underestimated in the future. She sighed inwardly; when she first saw Ye Chuanze —back when he had yet to take form and was still a lowly Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus—who could have predicted he would achieve this today?
Ye Chuanze struggled under the heavenly law with sheer determination, enduring pains beyond what ordinary people could bear and accomplishing feats beyond their reach. He had already astonished the Primordial Immortals once. Nuwa believed that in the future he would astonish them again. It was no wonder such an unpredictable person could attract everyone's attention and make them eager to follow his future.
After a long while, the pressure of Nuwa's sainthood finally dissipated. Ye Chuanze suddenly felt a release; he smiled for having once again triumphed over the heavenly law. To think he would kneel or bow? Dream on! He licked the blood from the corner of his lips with satisfaction on his face. He had won once more; he proved that even before a Sage, he feared nothing!
Ye Chuanze suddenly realized that not becoming a saint was nothing to regret; as long as one is strong enough, even Sages are nothing to fear.
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