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Nuwa's face turned deathly pale in that instant.

The depths of her originally clear and compassionate eyes first froze, then erupted in disbelief and astonishment, and finally turned into a raging fire!

"What...what did you say?"

Her voice trembled slightly with extreme anger, even carrying a sharpness she herself was unaware of.

She stared intently at Xuan Du, her beautiful and holy face devoid of any gentleness, only filled with an ancient, chilling killing intent!

As a sage of the Heavenly Dao, he created humans and mended the heavens, enjoying immeasurable merit and being revered by all living beings in the primordial world.

Even the Three Pure Ones and the Two Sages of the West must address her as "Junior Sister" or "Fellow Daoist".

But now...

Xuan Du, a human descendant whom she personally molded from clay, dared to humiliate her so blatantly in front of the Demon Court and all the primordial spirits secretly watching her!

"Who do you think you are?"

These five words resonated deep within her sacred heart!

What made her almost vomit blood was...

Xuan Du's words just now, "I'm giving you face by calling you 'Master Uncle'," clearly tore apart her last bit of saintly dignity and trampled it underfoot!

So, in his eyes, the title of "Uncle-Master" was actually "bestowed" upon me by him? Was he "giving me face"?!

"boom!!!"

The surrounding colorful glow completely went berserk!

The entire Thirty-Three Heavens trembled violently, and endless streams of creative energy surged forth from Nuwa's body.

Then it transformed into billions of dazzling rainbow lights, tearing through the sky and illuminating all the heavens!

Wherever the rainbow light passed, the void was annihilated inch by inch, and the chains of laws broke.

Even the remaining stellar power of the Zhou Tian Star Array was forcibly pushed aside, revealing a sage's domain!

Nuwa stood at the center of the rainbow light, her colorful robes dancing wildly, her black hair standing on end, and her face slightly distorted by extreme anger.

She slowly raised her hand, and in her palm, a crimson-gold creation stone manifested. On the stone, images of mountains, rivers, and all living things flowed wildly, emitting a terrifying fluctuation of creation and destruction!

"Xuan Du..."

Nuwa spoke slowly and deliberately, her voice as cold as if it came from the deepest depths of the netherworld:

"You really think that just because you've broken through to the Primordial Grand Luo realm and have Tongtian protecting you, I... can't do anything to you?!"

The last few words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying the sage's suppressed rage for millions of years, and exploded with a thunderous roar!

The roar was like ancient thunder, shaking the primordial world!

Outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, countless divine senses that were secretly observing trembled and retreated hastily, fearing that they would be affected by the wrath of this saint.

Even so, they still kept a close watch on the outside of the Demon Court, unwilling to miss a single detail.

The situation is completely out of control!

Xuandu openly humiliated Nuwa, causing the sage to lose face. This matter... will surely shake the prehistoric world and rewrite the world order!

"What can I do?"

Xuan Du stood at the edge of the rainbow storm, his green robes fluttering and his black hair dancing wildly. The primordial Daoist aura flowed naturally, quietly dissolving the overwhelming pressure of the saint.

His expression was calm, his eyes even carrying a hint of mockery as he looked at Nuwa's holy face, which was slightly distorted by anger.

"Nuwa".

He no longer addressed him as "Uncle-Master," but called him by his given name, his voice clear and cold:

"I admire your immeasurable merit in creating humankind."

"But this... is not a reason for you to be here today, pointing fingers at me and blocking my way."

Xuan Du paused, then raised his hand to Fuxi, and then pointed to the demon court below, which was shrouded in a bleak light by the rainbow:

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi joining the Jie Sect was his own choice, and also a move in accordance with the trend."

"As a sage, you should be able to see the secrets of heaven and know that the great calamity of the demon court is imminent and that your karma is heavy. If Fuxi stays here, there is only one way out: death."

"But what about you?"

Xuan Du's gaze suddenly turned sharp, his voice as cold as ice:

"For your so-called scheme, to control Fuxi and make him a pawn for you to interfere with the human race and consolidate your holy position in the future."

"We'd rather leave him in the vortex of calamity, gambling on that one in ten thousand chance of survival!"

"Is this how you, the Holy Mother, protect your brother?"

Every word is piercing, every sentence is like a sword!

Nuwa's pupils constricted sharply, her whole body trembled violently, and the light of the Creation Stone in her palm suddenly became chaotic!

She never expected that Xuandu would so blatantly expose her deepest schemes!

The key point is that, in Xuandu's eyes, all of this was so unbearable!

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Nuwa gritted her teeth and hissed, but her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, due to her guilty conscience:

"I am related to my elder brother by blood, how could I possibly harm him?!"

"Xuan Du, stop trying to sow discord and mislead people!"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du did not get angry but laughed instead.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling, all-seeing quality.

"Sowing discord?"

He slowly shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the silent Fuxi beside him before returning to Nuwa:

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi is skilled in deducing the secrets of heaven and has his own clear judgment."

"But you, Nuwa..."

Xuan Du abruptly changed the subject, his voice rising sharply and resounding throughout the heavens:

"You keep calling yourself the Holy Mother of the Human Race, enjoying 30% of the Human Race's fortune and receiving incense offerings from hundreds of millions of Human Race members."

"But when the human race was slaughtered by the demon race in thirty-seven tribes, their blood extracted to forge swords, leaving no trace of their bodies... where were you?!"

"When humanity was struggling to survive at the bottom of the primordial world, living on the brink of death... what did you do then?!"

"You're merely observing coldly from the sidelines in Nuwa's palace, governing by doing nothing!"

"They even... secretly condoned the actions of the demon race, just to solidify your elder brother Fuxi's position in the demon court, making it easier for you to plan for the future!"

"Someone like you... dares to call yourself a saint?!"

"Does he even deserve... to share in the fortune of my human race?!"

The questions, like thunderclaps, not only resonated deep within Nuwa's mind but also traveled through the endless void to every corner of the primordial world!

In countless human settlements and among countless martial artists practicing martial arts, all felt a sense of urgency at this moment and looked up at the sky in unison!

Deep within their bloodlines, the roar originating from Master Xuandu resonated with their century-long accumulated grief and resentment!

"The Virgin Mary...?"

On the shore of the East China Sea, beneath the Martial Arts Monument.

Suiren slowly raised his head, his old eyes glistening with tears, yet carrying an unprecedented clarity and... resolve.

He recalled the desperate cries of humanity when they were slaughtered by the demon race a hundred years ago.

I recall the silent lament of the newly formed tribe as they turned into blood mist under the demon's claws.

And that high and mighty Virgin Mary... when did she ever descend?

He has never uttered a single word for the human race.

"Master... is right."

Suiren murmured softly, slowly clenched his fist, and his blood and qi erupted from his body:

"Such a saintly figure...does not deserve the offerings of my human race!"

"Unworthy...to be worshipped by my human race!"

The sound waves surged like a tide, rising from the shores of the East China Sea, resonating with Xuandu's questioning, transforming into a mighty and vast torrent of human will, crossing the void, and crashing fiercely into Nuwa's enraged saintly domain!

"boom!!!"

The rainbow light collided with the torrent of crimson-gold will, and they were silently annihilated.

But that unmistakable sense of rejection from the human race was like an invisible sword, piercing deep into Nuwa's heart!

She could clearly sense it...

The connection between oneself and the human race's destiny plummeted at this moment!

It wasn't stripped away.

Instead... it was actively rejected and severed by the will of humanity!

Hundreds of millions of people resonated with the will of martial arts, manifested the light of their blood and qi, and jointly responded to Xuandu's question!

This is not just Xuan Du's opinion.

This is... the common will of hundreds of millions of people!