Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

"Why are you here again?"

"Isn't there already a witch-slaying sword?"

Nuwa's words were full of doubt and dissatisfaction, and they lingered in the air for a long time.

She had already heard about the demon race's forging of the Witch-Slaying Sword; in fact, most things that happened within the demon race were difficult to escape her notice. Very little could hide from her eyes.

Witnessing the demon race unleash their carnage once more, the anger in her heart flared up like dry tinder being lit.

Last time, it was precisely because of this reason that the humans in the prehistoric world developed a rift with her.

And the order that had been so hard-won would be shaken again by this abhorrent witch-slaying incident.

"Sister, I already know about this."

"I agreed on a whim."

"But once this sword is completed, and combined with the formation newly developed by Di Jun,"

"We are confident that we can completely suppress the Witch Clan."

After hesitating for a moment, Mi Xi said something that surprised Nuwa even more: "Sister, join the demon race with me and become a demon saint."

"The demon race is currently enjoying great fortune, in no way inferior to the human race."

Hearing her brother's words, Nuwa tried to calm the surging emotions within her, unsure how to respond. She knew full well the power of the demon race; that much was undeniable.

However, Di Jun and Taiyi Shen are like two time bombs that could explode at any moment.

When the demon race was first established, they tried their best to invite her to join, but because of her brother, she chose to wait and see. After she became a saint, they no longer mentioned it.

Lately, their ambitions have become increasingly apparent, like an inflating balloon. She realized that they hadn't asked her for help.

Instead, she maintained contact through her brother, actually hoping to use the fortunes of the demon race to propel herself to the throne of sainthood.

Under such circumstances, how could they possibly accept her and let her absorb the fortune of the demon race?

"Brother, I know you didn't lead this, it was the two of them who went too far."

"This is a slap in the face to me! Didn't you consider how your sister, a saint, feels?"

Every attempt to create a new race was met with their relentless pursuit and destruction.

If I don't intervene, they will see me as weak and easily bullied, and what will become of my authority?

Nuwa's voice echoed in the air, her face filled with anger.

Mi Xi's expression changed rapidly. Seeing his sister's attitude and state, he realized that this persuasion would not be easy to succeed, and he couldn't help but feel miserable.

"Brother, please move aside for your sister's sake."

"Let me go out and teach them a lesson, otherwise they'll never learn to respect me."

This time, Nuwa's determination was exceptionally firm. Her aura gradually rose, and she even pushed her own brother away.

Mi Xi quickly considered the situation. He knew that if he let his sister go to the demon territory to cause trouble, it would bring many unknown risks.

After a moment, he hurriedly said, "We can delineate a protective zone around the New Human race. The New Human race is now powerful and not as fragile as before."

There's no need to wait until they're all slaughtered before forging new weapons. As long as they can be protected, the new human race will surely prosper again a century from now.

Having broken through the sage's oppressive aura, Mi Xi approached his sister.

Nuwa looked at her brother's serious expression and felt a pang in her heart. She sighed, her voice tinged with helplessness and resignation. "Brother, you always make it hard for me to make a decision."

Looking back, she recalled that her older brother had always taken care of and protected her on her spiritual journey, and he stood in front of her like a mountain when she faced difficulties.

Before she became a saint, she relied on her brother to solve all her problems. These memories flooded back, and Nuwa felt pity for her. "I can grant your request."

Upon hearing this, Mi Xi's face lit up with joy, but this joy did not last long, because Nuwa immediately said, "But brother, the sage cannot be treated lightly. This time, I must take action no matter what."

Mi Xi's expression changed drastically. He was about to speak when Nuwa used her staff to restrain him, as if he were trapped in an invisible cage, completely unable to move.

"The reason why the demon race is so bold now is simply because I haven't taken any action, which makes them mistakenly believe that they are powerful enough to ignore my authority."

Nuwa's voice was cold and ruthless, "Rest assured, I will keep my promise. This sword of slaughter will be a gift to the demon race, and also compensation for the two demon emperors who were attacked."

Despite her anger, Nuwa still made this decision.

Mi Xi exerted all her magical power within the barrier, attempting to transmit the information.

However, all efforts seemed to be in vain.

Immediately afterwards, Nuwa soared into the sky, carrying the trapped Mixi directly to the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan.

Inside the Heavenly Court, Taiyi God and Dijun were immersed in their dreams for the future, their eyes fixed on the changes in the human world, their faces beaming with joy.

At this moment, the Slaughtering Witch Sword was more than half completed. The painful cries of the new humans coming from the mortal realm sounded like beautiful melodies to them, as if they were the most beautiful celestial music.

They seemed to have foreseen that once the Witch-Slaying Sword was forged, the Witch Clan would tremble under the pressure of the Demon Clan, utterly powerless to resist.

The two were so excited at the thought that the demon race was about to rule the prehistoric world that they could not contain themselves.

"Brother, do you really think Mi Xi can succeed?" Taiyi Shen came back to his senses and asked Di Jun beside him with a worried look on his face, his voice revealing a hint of uncertainty.

After all, they were about to face the wrath of a saint, which filled his heart with unease.

Di Junru was jolted awake by the cold water, slightly recovering from his reverie. He sighed and said, "No matter what, we must trust him. Last time, it was Fu Xi who helped us get this opportunity, and this time we can only rely on him."

His tone was tinged with helplessness, "Given his relationship with her, he should have a certain degree of confidence."

Before the words were finished, suddenly, a powerful force swept down from the sky and directly impacted the Demon Court.

In an instant, the entire Demon Court was swept up by a super storm, and its immense holy power spread in all directions.

The demon race's destined golden crow manifested, emitting a sharp cry in an attempt to resist this immense pressure.

Taiyi Shen and Di Jun seemed to be pressed down by a boulder, barely able to get up. They struggled to lift their heads and barely managed to see Nuwa's figure!

"Brother, it seems this plan has failed." Di Jun gave a bitter smile and looked at Taiyi Shen.

At this moment, the Eastern Emperor Bell above Taiyi God's head appeared. With its power, Taiyi God was able to catch his breath, his face a mixture of fear and relief.

"Not only that, she even imprisoned Fuxi."

Taiyi Shen's voice trembled slightly.

The two quickly turned to look and saw that Mi Xi was trapped inside the transparent and indestructible barrier, pounding on it incessantly, but to no avail. They could only helplessly watch all of this.

Taiyi Shen and Di Jun felt a sudden chill in their hearts, realizing that they might be about to face an unprecedented disaster.

This sudden change spread throughout the entire prehistoric world in an instant, attracting everyone's attention.