On the Xiaoyao Island of the East China Sea, Yang Yi was in seclusion in his room and practiced. It has been ten thousand years since he returned to Heaven.

In the prehistoric world, although there was no large-scale war between the two lichs, there were constant small frictions between the two tribes.

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 space for the thirty-third level of heaven, it cannot be completely accommodated.

Therefore, there are still many demon clans living on the prehistoric land. But this is the territory of the witch clan. The people of the two clans don’t look at each other, and after they meet, fighting will naturally be inevitable.

In addition, the witch clan who had not yet become an immortal path could not fast without food, so the demon clan became their food. As the conflicts accumulated, the hatred between the two sides became deeper and deeper, so they could not help but fight.

Fortunately, they also knew that they would not have a large-scale war due to the order of the Taoist ancestor, so the two tribes finally decided to set a separate place in the prehistoric world as a place for training.

The two tribes will send their respective troops to gather here, and then send 10,000 people to fight. On the one hand, they can train troops and enhance their strength; on the other hand, they can also be used as a vent to relieve the hatred in both sides. Otherwise, if you keep it in your heart, it will be difficult to guarantee that you will do something that hurts your own tribe.

The final battlefield was chosen not far from the Netherworld Blood Sea. It was sparsely populated and the environment was suitable for use as a battlefield. It has been a thousand years since the establishment of the battlefield.

There is a battle of ten thousand people here every day. Some people are injured, so naturally some people go up to fill the gap, so that the number of teams on both sides remains unchanged.

Over the past thousands of years, the corpses here are like mountains and blood flowing into rivers. The two sides have their own winning or losing, and it is difficult to distinguish. The yellowed ground here has also been dyed dark brown by the blood of the two tribes. The individual strength of the lich tribes has increased a lot, but their hatred is getting deeper and deeper, waiting for the final explosion.

Everything that was born here was clear to the powerful people in the prehistoric world. They did not have the idea of ​​stopping them, but instead sent their own disciples to experience it here.

Naturally, these disciples did not dare to kill and injure people from both clans at will. After they arrived, they would first choose to watch the battle, and then choose their favorite camp and join in the battle training.

Their masters reached an agreement with the top leaders of the two tribes to provide some things that the two tribes need, so that the two tribes can allow their disciples to hide their identities and enter the two camps for training, and they will not be investigated afterwards.

Of course, the strength of cultivation cannot be too different from that of these soldiers and generals who fight. Moreover, once the cultivation level is broken, you must leave consciously. If you insist on doing your own thing and killing people from both tribes indiscriminately, then what is waiting for him is also the destination of destruction.

Since other creatures joined this battle, the lichs gradually formed a reward mechanism. These monks killed the soldiers and generals of the Witch Clan or the Demon Clan, and when they came back, they could exchange the heads of the people they killed to exchange for the items they needed.

Whether it is changing weapons, elixirs, or refining weapons and alchemy materials, it can also be practiced. Therefore, on the battlefield now, there are many monks who are not from the two tribes. While honing themselves, they exchange what they need.

There were also monks on Yang Yi’s Xiaoyao Island who came here to experience it, and he didn’t care about it. After all, his life was theirs and he could do whatever he wanted. At this time, someone was on the island, but his eyes were looking towards Zhou Shan.

During this period, he felt a little restless and felt that something related to himself was about to be born. However, the secrets of heaven were obscure. He had calculated for a long time but didn't know what was going on. He could only roughly calculate the location of the birth of this matter near Zhoushan.

So he left the island again without telling him and flew towards the direction of sensing. At the same time, Nuwa also walked out of the temple near Zhoushan.

Since the wedding of the demon emperor Jun, Nuwa has gained a lot of merits and is still one step away from being able to kill the two corpses, so after she came back, she has been in seclusion, hoping to become the quasi-saint of the two corpses as soon as possible.

But until now, she still has no sense of breakthrough, which makes Nuwa very upset. The Hongmeng purple aura given by the Taoist ancestor is in her soul for her to comprehend the way to become a saint, and there is no progress now.

Fuxi felt a little distressed when he saw his sister's irritability, but he couldn't help anything, so he advised Nuwa to go out for a trip. Maybe something might touch her and let her make a breakthrough.

Nuwa also had the intention to go out, so she bid farewell to Fuxi and walked out of the temple. She had no destination, and she was everywhere, and a hundred years passed by in a hurry.

Within a hundred years, Nuwa's mood was indeed much relaxed at the beginning. She was close to nature every day, realized the Taoism, and her stagnant cultivation also became a little loose. This made her very happy, but this good mood did not last long and was destroyed by other things.

It turned out that when she was traveling, she often encountered monks from the demon clan and the witch clan fighting each other. Although the battlefield for the two clans to confront each other, many people did not go there. They fought nearby without taking revenge overnight.

At the beginning, she would take care of it, protect the demon clan and expel the witch clan, but after a long time, such struggles have always been around, so she was too lazy to pay attention to it, but she felt even more bored than when she first appeared in the temple.

There was an idea in her mind that the two tribes were competitive, bloodthirsty, and they only knew how to destroy the prehistoric world and rarely had the idea of ​​maintaining it. If there was a race in the world, who was innocent and kind, and willing to contribute, it would be much more beautiful than it is now.

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

"Where can I find such a tribe?" This is what Nuwa has been talking to herself for a while. Suddenly, she saw a few clay dolls next to the river not far ahead of her. This should be the creatures and children living around her playing with it.

These dolls include lions, tigers, and flowers, plants and trees. Nuwa looked at these dolls for a long time, and a thought came out in her mind. She thought:

Since there is no race that loves peace and is innocent and kind as I think, why don’t I create a race by myself like these dolls!

As soon as this idea was born, the Hongmeng purple aura in her soul suddenly trembled, and a trace of the rule theory of creating sentient beings began to fill Nuwa's mind, making her overjoyed. She knew that she had accidentally understood the method of becoming a saint, so how could she not be happy!

Since there is a clear path to becoming a saint, Nuwa naturally is not delaying. She is preparing to create a race that does not exist in the prehistoric world based on the knowledge provided by Hongmeng Purple Qi and her own understanding of the way of creation.

So she came to the river, and didn't care about the soil filthing her clothes. She began to squeeze all kinds of creatures with the mud like a child, hoping to get enlightenment from it to create the appearance of her to create a race.

Above Nuwa's head, Yang Yiyin watched quietly in the clouds. It had been a while since he had been here. Seeing Nuwa's actions, he knew that the human race was about to be born. The restlessness in his heart before also originated from this, after all, his soul still has the shadow of humans.

Yang Yi was excited and his figure trembled a little. But he quickly stabilized his emotions and watched the process of Nuwa creating humans seriously.

Time passed, and a hundred years passed, and Nuwa by the river was filled with all kinds of creatures and mud dolls, flowers, birds, insects, fish, jackals, tigers and leopards, flying in the sky, climbing on the ground, swimming in the water, all of them were pinched out by Nuwa, but she still couldn't find inspiration and figured out what the new race should look like.

Yang Yi was a little anxious when he looked around. He really didn't know how long it would take for Nuwa to think about the human race. So he stopped hiding himself and showed his behavior from the clouds.

Because Nuwa was too focused, she had not yet seen Yang Yi's arrival. Yang Yi chuckled softly and then said:

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa is polite. Fellow Daoist is interested. What are you planning to do?"

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