Chapter Eighty-Nine: Nüwa Creates Humanity, the Little Demon Defies Fate

Great Desolation. At the foot of Mount Buzhou, a woman of ethereal beauty stood atop a massive boulder. Dressed in flowing white robes as though she might ascend to the very heavens, her exquisite face was tinged with longing as she softly murmured, “The most important thing you asked me to do is about to begin. Why haven’t you returned yet? Aren’t you afraid that something might happen to Little Demon?” Though her words carried a trace of complaint, they were filled with deep yearning.

After a long moment, Nuwa sighed gently. With a turn of her jade-like palm, a small cauldron appeared in her hand. With a wave, it transformed instantly into a massive vessel a hundred feet tall—the very same Heaven and Earth Cauldron Fuxi had once obtained, now borrowed by Nuwa for her purpose.

Nuwa sighed again and retrieved a vial and a yellow object from her storage space: the Spring of Creation gifted to her by Chenxing years ago, and a piece of the Nine Heavens Earth, freshly bargained from Hongjun—both essential for the act of creation.

Just as she was about to toss these items into the cauldron, a clear, familiar voice rang out, “It’s been tens of thousands of years—are you truly about to begin creating humanity?”

Nuwa was startled, but quickly recognized the voice. Who else could it be but him? She whirled around and saw Chenxing standing behind her, smiling.

At that moment, Nuwa could no longer restrain herself. She rushed to Chenxing, her hands caressing his face, joy lighting her features. “You’re back!”

Chenxing nodded gently, his voice soft. “I’m back.”

Nuwa buried herself in his embrace, holding him tightly. There were no tears, no coquettishness—only a fierce embrace, breathing in the scent of the one she longed for.

Chenxing stroked Nuwa’s hair and sighed softly. “All right, the time has come. It’s time to do what must be done.”

Nuwa nodded in his arms, then looked up at him for a moment before smiling and slipping free from his embrace. With gentle warmth, she asked, “Shall we return to the island first?”

Chenxing shook his head with a laugh. “No, we came here first because this matter is too important. If something goes wrong, my mother will skin me alive!”

Nuwa smiled, not disputing his words; she knew well how seriously his mother took this affair. For a goddess born of primordial chaos, the notion of race was difficult to comprehend, but it didn’t hurt to win her mother-in-law’s favor, did it?

Seeing the hour had come, Chenxing’s expression grew solemn. “Have you brought Little Demon?”

Nuwa’s face also became serious. She nodded slightly and, with a wave of her hand, a graceful figure floated before Chenxing—it was Little Demon.

At that moment, Little Demon’s eyes were closed; she was deep in sleep. Chenxing gently took her into his arms, sighing, “If I hadn’t sealed my own cultivation, we wouldn’t need to go through all this trouble.” As he spoke, his gaze toward Little Demon was full of tenderness.

It turned out that, in the hope of bearing offspring as soon as possible, the one who strove hardest was neither Chenxing nor Nuwa, but Little Demon, who yearned to fulfill the wish of her beloved’s mother and give birth to the fruit of their love.

She knew, though she too was a primordial goddess, she could never match Nuwa’s innate talent. In the past, Chenxing had promised that one day he would help her achieve sainthood, and then she could bear his children.

But Little Demon was different from Nuwa. Though Nuwa also wished to bear Chenxing’s child, she was content to let things unfold naturally. Little Demon, however, forced herself to smile every day for the sake of this wish, a pain seen and felt by Chenxing and the others.

At last, with no other recourse, Chenxing conceived a clever plan. By taking advantage of Nuwa’s act of creation, he would use the power of genesis to forcibly transform Little Demon’s constitution. Then, with the merit from the creation of humanity, she would be reborn—allowing her to bear his child without becoming a saint.

Though there were no great risks, it would bring Little Demon tremendous pain. After all, this transformation would make her, apart from her soul, entirely human—yet one infused with boundless merit, a primordial human of unmatched potential.

After this change, not only would Little Demon have a chance to bear a child with Chenxing, but her path in cultivation would be unimpeded. Chenxing believed she could reach the peak of Hunyuan within tens of thousands of years—after all, the Realm of Sentiment within his Primal Chaos Tower still lacked a truly exalted presence.

He’d told Nuwa all of this, not wishing her to regret her choice later. But Nuwa’s answer was direct—she was willing to let Little Demon have all the benefits, even if Little Demon’s cultivation eventually surpassed her own. For if not for Little Demon, with the way Chenxing had doted on her back then, would he ever have accepted Nuwa herself?

To spare Little Demon the pain, at Chenxing’s mother’s insistence, Nuwa used her divine power to seal Little Demon’s senses, and placed her within a secluded space inside the Chaos Pearl.

Now that everything was ready, and since Nuwa, the goddess of fate and creation, was the only one capable of bringing forth humanity, Chenxing stepped aside and watched as Nuwa began her work.

Nuwa produced the Spring of Creation and the Nine Heavens Earth, blending them together into a soft, glowing mass of nine-colored light. Turning with a gentle smile toward Chenxing, she skillfully shaped the clay into a figure bearing a faint resemblance to him. As the clay figure took form, the power of creation suffused the world.

Seeing this, Chenxing joined Nuwa, and together they flicked drops of their essence blood into the clay figure. As their blood merged and yin and yang intertwined, the creative force in the heavens multiplied a hundredfold.

“Now!” Nuwa cried, and Chenxing immediately placed Little Demon’s body into the heart of the swirling creative power.

Endless genesis force poured into Little Demon, transforming her completely. Beside her, the clay figure—imbued with the immense creative power—could have become an innate being no less than Nuwa herself. Yet, it could not surpass Little Demon’s capacity to absorb, and so, when it finally became flesh, it was merely an ordinary primordial being—though still vastly superior to later generations.

All the while, Chenxing and Nuwa kept their eyes on Little Demon’s transformation, paying no mind to the newly formed, first primordial human.

As they focused intently on Little Demon’s metamorphosis, a baby’s wail suddenly startled them. Turning, they were dumbfounded. What was this?

Before them, the being that should have been born fully grown was instead a naked infant, bawling loudly, having already wet the ground and smeared himself with mud.

The two exchanged helpless glances; neither had ever cared for such a tiny child before.

A thought occurred to Nuwa. She calculated swiftly and then laughed, stepping forward to pick up the baby and hand him to Chenxing. “Hold him for me a moment while I finish this task.”

Chenxing accepted the infant, bewildered. The baby would not stop crying, full of vigor. At his wits’ end, he tried a trick he’d learned back on Earth, offering the baby his finger.

To his surprise, the child latched on and began sucking contentedly, ceasing his cries. Chenxing could only smile wryly.

Nuwa laughed, “This child was formed from both our essence—he is deeply connected to us. Take good care of him!”

Chenxing started, quickly calculating the cause and effect. In an instant, he understood and thought with wry amusement, “My former self must have been quite bored, arranging for me to change a minor fate that you had already set in motion.”

He shook his head. If he hadn’t fully refined the Heart of Primordial Chaos, he might have doubted whether the idle Master of the Dao had truly disappeared.

As Chenxing’s thoughts wandered, he heard Nuwa call out, “Catch!” A white figure flew toward him.