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"Xuan Du..."

Nuwa's gaze narrowed slightly, and the figure in green robes in the Mirror of Creation became clearer.

A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in her heart.

really.

Xuandu in the mirror slowly turned his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the endless void, falling directly towards the direction of Nuwa Palace.

Eyes facing each other.

Even across countless celestial realms, Nuwa could still feel an incredibly clear gaze upon her!

"He...can he sense that I'm spying on him?"

Nuwa's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, an expression of disbelief and astonishment appeared on her face.

How is that possible?

She is a Heavenly Saint at the fourth level of the Heavenly Dao Realm!

Furthermore, they concealed the secrets of heaven with the Way of Creation, secretly observing the battle. Even the sages Yuanshi and Laozi might not have been able to easily detect it.

But Xuan Du... he's only just broken through to the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm, yet he can sense her presence instantly?

Just how keen is this child's sense of perception, and how well does he control the laws of heaven and earth?

"Buzz..."

The Creation Mirror trembled slightly, and ripples appeared on its surface.

Xuan Du's calm and unwavering eyes appeared even more profound in the mirror, as if reflecting the entire primordial world, and even more so... her astonishment and doubt as a saint.

Nuwa felt a chill and instinctively tried to withdraw her divine sense and stop spying.

however.

"Master Nuwa".

Xuandu's voice, however, was crystal clear at this moment, penetrating the Divine Mirror and reaching the Nuwa Palace, sinking deep into Nuwa's heart:

"Since you're here, why not show yourself?"

The voice was calm, yet it possessed an undeniable penetrating power.

Nuwa's body trembled slightly, and her flowing robes moved without wind.

She slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, all the turmoil in her eyes had subsided, replaced by a pure and serene tranquility.

"That's enough."

She spoke softly, her sleeves fluttering slightly.

"Buzz!"

Outside the Nuwa Palace, the seven-colored clouds suddenly surged!

A beam of light, symbolizing creation, shot into the sky from the palace, tearing through the void and instantly descending outside the Demon Court!

The beam of light dissipated.

The figure of the goddess Nuwa appeared.

Her flowing robes and stunning beauty emanated from her, and the aura of creation flowed like a tide around her. A natural aura of a saintly being who reigns over all things and dominates all living beings permeated the air.

The moment she appeared, the laws of the entire celestial realm submitted to her, and countless stars paled in comparison.

"Nephew Xuandu."

Nuwa's gaze was calm as she looked at Xuandu, her voice gentle yet carrying the majesty of a sage:

"I have not yet personally congratulated you on your attainment of the Great Luo of Primordial Chaos, but it is an honor to meet you today."

Xuan Du bowed slightly:

"You're too kind, Uncle-Master."

They were courteous, but showed no respect whatsoever.

Nuwa didn't care, and turned her gaze to Fuxi, a complex look flashing in her eyes:

"Brother."

Fuxi slightly cupped his hands in greeting:

"Your Majesty."

Although she was Nuwa's elder brother, Nuwa is now a sage of the Heavenly Dao.

The way they address each other is naturally different from before.

Nuwa can call him elder brother, but if he calls Nuwa younger sister, he will be burdened with the karma of a saint.

Nuwa sighed softly:

"Are you really going to... join the Jie Sect?"

Fuxi remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"Fellow Daoist Xuandu is right. The great calamity of the Demon Court is imminent. If I continue to stay here, I fear I will not be able to escape the calamity."

"The Jie Sect teaches without discrimination, and all immortals come to pay homage, which perfectly aligns with my deduction of the way of education."

"not to mention......"

He paused, looked at Nuwa, his eyes clear:

"Sister, you should know better than I that the Demon Court... is no longer a place to stay."

Nuwa felt a slight tremor in her heart.

How could she not know?

But... she was unwilling to accept it.

Is a plan spanning millions of years really going to be completely wasted because of Xuan Du alone?

"Brother."

Nuwa's voice deepened, carrying a rare hint of sharpness:

"Have you considered that if you join the Jie Sect now, you will be completely breaking with the Demon Court and becoming an enemy of the demon race?"

"How will you conduct yourself during that great calamity?"

"Although the Jie Sect is powerful, it is ultimately a Xuanmen sect. In the midst of the Great Calamity, it can barely protect itself, let alone you."

Each question was veiled, each word a stab to the heart.

Fuxi frowned slightly, but did not immediately refute.

He was skilled in divination and naturally knew of the impending calamity.

Although the Jie Sect is powerful, there are endless variables in the great eons, and even saints are in danger of perishing.

His joining at this time is indeed... a risk.

however.

"Uncle-Master, you are mistaken."

Xuan Du suddenly spoke, his voice calm, yet carrying an unwavering confidence:

"Although the great calamity is fierce, the Jie Sect has the Tongtian Master in charge, and the Zhuxian Sword Formation cannot be broken without the Four Sages, so we have the confidence to deal with it."

"not to mention......"

He looked at Nuwa, his gaze deep and unfathomable:

"Does Martial Uncle truly believe that Fellow Daoist Fuxi can safely weather the Great Tribulation by remaining in the Demon Court?"

Nuwa's pupils shrink slightly:

"What do you mean?"

Xuandu slowly said:

"The demon race slaughtered thirty-seven tribes of humans, drawing their blood to forge swords. Their karma is heavy, and Heaven cannot tolerate them."

"During the great calamity, the demon race will inevitably be devoured by karma."

"Although Fellow Daoist Fuxi has not shed human blood, as the Xihuang of the demon race, he enjoys the fortune of the demon race. When the great calamity descends, how can he remain unscathed amidst the entanglements of cause and effect?"

He paused, his voice turning cold:

"At that time, even if my master protects me with the divine power of a saint, it is still unknown whether Fellow Daoist Fuxi's true spirit can be preserved under the backlash of the great calamity and the burden of karma."

Each word was like a knife, piercing deep into Nuwa's heart.

Her face paled slightly, and her hands slowly clenched into fists hidden in her sleeves.

Everything Xuandu said was true.

The backlash from a great calamity, the entanglement of karma, is something even a saint cannot completely avoid.

Her original plan was a gamble.

They gambled that she could protect Fuxi's true spirit during the great calamity, that Fuxi could successfully become the Heavenly Emperor after his reincarnation, and that everything... would proceed according to her plan.

But now Xuandu has intervened, making everything clear, and even wants to take Fuxi away ahead of schedule.

This was tantamount to pushing her to the edge of a cliff.

"Nephew Xuandu."

Nuwa slowly raised her eyes, a fierce glint flashing within them:

"Are you absolutely determined to take my elder brother away today?"

Xuan Du nodded slightly:

"Yes."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was undeniable.

Nuwa's body erupted with the power of creation!

A rainbow of colorful rays shot into the sky, transforming into a dazzling celestial wheel of creation, hanging behind my head!

Within the celestial wheel, the images of mountains, rivers, and all living things flow endlessly, emanating a terrifying pressure that can create and destroy everything!

"What if I... refuse?"

Nuwa spoke each word with a voice as cold as eternal ice.

The saint's oppressive aura surged towards Xuandu like a tidal wave, aiming to completely suppress this newly promoted Hunyuan Daluo!

however.

Xuandu simply raised his hand slowly and pressed it gently into the void.

"Buzz!"

A chaotic martial will quietly emanated from his palm, like an invisible barrier, blocking the saint's pressure from three feet away!

The true form of martial arts, the Primordial Grand Luo, fears no authority of saints!

Xuan Du looked at Nuwa's cold face, which was tinged with shock and anger, and slowly curled a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm being generous by calling you 'Uncle-Master'."

Xuan Du spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching the ears of every living being present, carrying undisguised coldness and alienation.

"But if I don't give you face..."

He paused, then his gaze suddenly turned sharp as he looked at Nuwa:

"And who do you think you are, Nuwa?"

Upon hearing this, the world fell silent!

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi's pupils shrank, their hair stood on end, and they could hardly believe their ears!

Xuandu... how dare you speak to the Sage Nuwa like that?!

That's a Heavenly Saint!

She is the Holy Mother of Humanity, who created humans and mended the heavens, and whose merits are immeasurable!

Even the Three Pure Ones treated Nuwa with respect, addressing her as their junior sister.

But Xuan Du... a human created by Nuwa, even if he has attained the Great Luo of Hunyuan, how dare he be so arrogant?