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In an instant, the mud sculpture underwent rapid changes, becoming even more lifelike than when it already possessed the breath of life.
The earthy-yellow sculpture at that moment seemed exceptionally harmonious.
Suddenly, it opened its eyes, which were very bright and expressive.
Its mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but then its body began to collapse from the head down, quickly reverting to a lump of mud.
The aura of creation dissipated, and the Creation Spirit Light vanished along with it.
Nuwa, originally joyful, suddenly froze.
It was a failure.
Why had it failed?
Had she chosen the wrong path?
Nuwa pondered in her heart.
However, in an instant, Nuwa firmed up her belief.
No, she had not chosen the wrong path.
She trusted in herself, in the Hongmeng Purple Qi; this was her Path of Saint.
Nuwa furrowed her brows, contemplating what could have gone wrong.
She began to try continuously, wanting to find the error.
