The sky was clear and the sun shone through the morning mist, casting light into the forest.
Qi Wu, the Mountain God, was strolling through the woods.
Suddenly, an Immortal with the body of a man and the face of an eagle descended from above: "Qi Wu God, why are you still here?"
He grabbed Qi Wu's hand and said, "Today, the Heavenly Palace is holding a self-nomination meeting. We missed the chance last year, and we can't miss it again this year."
"Hmph!"
Qi Wu coldly pulled his hand back, "To work under those minor immortals, I would rather not."
"Ah, you are so stubborn."
The eagle-faced Immortal sighed, "The Immortal Positions won't wait for you."
Two years had passed since the great calamity, and everything was thriving.
The Heavenly Emperor established the Heavenly Palace, and all immortals made pilgrimages, vying for the few available Immortal Positions.
Many Independent Immortals regretted not joining the Heavenly Palace earlier because today, only minor Immortal Positions remained.
"Qi Wu, times have changed."
The eagle-faced Immortal tried to persuade him again, "You once looked down on those minor immortals, but now they have secured Immortal Positions and possess extensive Divine Skills. Serving under them wouldn't be disgraceful."
"Moreover, joining the Heavenly Palace, we'd be blessed with the fortune of heaven and earth, which is far better than cultivating alone!"
"This..."
Qi Wu was somewhat tempted but still couldn't let go of his pride.
"No, I won't go."
He said, brushing off his sleeves.
Seeing the situation as it was, the eagle-faced Immortal no longer persuaded.
"Then I'll go first."
He bowed to Qi Wu, and then flew toward the Heavenly Palace.
Qi Wu watched his figure leaving and couldn't help but snort coldly.
He paced in the woods, and after a while, suddenly swished his sleeve.
"Forget it, I'll just go and have a look!"
He flew towards the Heavenly Palace, surpassing the speed of the eagle-faced Immortal.
The Heavenly Palace was enveloped in mist and rising auspicious qi.
In the plaza, crowds bustled, and immortals of all ranks from around the world waited for their chance to nominate themselves.
Nuwa watched Fang Mountain holding the Immortal Records and presiding over the gathering in an orderly manner, and couldn't help but remark.
"Your Majesty chose the right person."
Beside her, Sun Wukong nodded, yet he still had unresolved doubts.
Over the past two years, the positions in the Heavenly Palace had almost all been allocated.
All immortals had received powers corresponding to their Immortal Positions, except for Sun Wukong and Nuwa—whose positions were somehow incomplete.
"The Heavenly Palace is settled; I plan to travel around."
Sun Wukong said, "The formation of the Heavenly Emperor Jade Seal is unavoidably delayed for a reason."
Nuwa nodded, "I will go with His Majesty."
She had always been uneasy about her own Immortal Position.
The two then left the Heavenly Palace and embarked on their journey.
The Heavenly Emperor Jade Seal shimmered in and out of visibility on Sun Wukong.
It was almost complete, but what was it missing?
Sun Wukong walked the earth.
Having been in this world for so long, he had never truly trodden and observed it closely.
The vast land beneath their feet told its own story; although the floods were gone, the damage from the great calamity was permanent.
The landscape was desolate and vast, filled with wild grasslands, evoking a sense of loneliness.
A month later, Sun Wukong suddenly stopped.
"It's the people."
He suddenly realized.
This land was too sparse of life, too lonely.
The Underworld was filled to the brim with spirits, and to have them all reincarnated might take thousands, even tens of thousands of years.
"We need to create some life."
Sun Wukong said to Nuwa.
"Create life?"
Nuwa was stunned, then realized, "Is this perhaps my duty?"
"Yes."
Sun Wukong smiled and nodded.
Nuwa's divine seal wasn't completely formed because she lacked sufficient Merit.
Although Reincarnation had been halted, the creation of people must proceed.
"It's a great deed."
Nuwa knew what to do.
She went to the Yellow River, bent down, grasped a handful of yellow clay mixed with water, and kneaded it in her hands into the shape of a little human.
"Go."
Nuwa gently placed it on the ground.
The clay quickly took shape and grew rapidly into a pale man.
"Thank you, mother!"
He bowed to Nuwa.
Nuwa's face beamed with smiles as she continued creating.
She placed each little figure on the ground, and as soon as these clay figures touched the earth, they transformed into living people.
In the sky, the clouds halted, and light shone down, making Nuwa appear almost divine.
Merit gathered above her head and fell one by one.
This celestial phenomenon attracted many Immortals who came and watched the scene in awe.
This was the miracle of the mother of all spirits.
"It's still not enough."
Sun Wukong glanced at the clouds of Merit and said, "Can it be faster?"
"Okay."
Nuwa looked around.
She saw a willow tree by the river and pulled a twig from it.
Nuwa dipped the willow twig into the mud, stirring it into murky mud, then flung it towards the ground; where mud splattered, many tiny people emerged, shouting and jumping.
Their appearance was no different from those molded from the yellow clay.
"Mother," "Mother,"
People cried out, kneeling on the ground.
Endless Merit fell like rain, showering Nuwa.
Sun Wukong felt warmth in his chest; he looked down and saw a pure white light flying out of him.
It was the Jade Seal, brilliant and transparent, shimmering with a warm aura.
"Just as I thought."
Sun Wukong thought to himself; creating people was Nuwa's mission, but making the whole domain complete was his duty.
The Jade Seal gradually formed amidst celestial thunder.
When the Immortals saw it, they immediately knelt down.
"Greetings, Heavenly Emperor!"
From that day on, Sun Wukong was truly recognized by this world.
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