There is a stone man squatting on the top of Buzhou Mountain, motionless despite being struck by wind and thunder. The moment Hongjun preached, the world trembled violently. I stood up and rubbed the colored mud between my fingers. The innate gourd vine shook its head at the bottom of the valley and called Dad. I removed the entire valley by its roots and stuffed it into the cracks in the new ground. There are still three thousand years left to preach in Zixiao Palace, enough for me to move Mount Buzhou all over the world. The sound of phoenix chirping in the distance is approaching here.
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After all the calculations, I still let the Sanqing become a saint by borrowing the human race. Everything else is good, but this is too deliberate. Nuwa can take away the human race but has to leave half of it for the Sanqing to take advantage of. This poisonous point deducts one star. Also, some things are a bit out of context, and some content should be deleted.
After all the calculations, I still let the Sanqing become a saint by borrowing the human race. Everything else is good, but this is too deliberate. Nuwa can take away the human race but has to leave half of it for the Sanqing to take advantage of. This poisonous point deducts one star. Also, some things are a bit out of context, and some content should be deleted.
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