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Donghuang Taiyi's body trembled violently, his face turned ashen, and he involuntarily took a half step back!

He could clearly sense the undisguised killing intent deep within Xuan Du's calm eyes!

The murderous intent of a Primordial Grand Luo Immortal!

This is absolutely true!

Di Jun stepped forward, blocking Donghuang Taiyi's path. His dark gold imperial robes fluttered wildly, and the True Fire of the Sun surged wildly, yet he could not conceal the deep fear in his eyes.

He stared intently at Xuan Du, his voice hoarse:

"Vice Master Xuandu, Fuxi is ultimately the Emperor Xi of my demon race, and also the elder brother of the saint Nuwa."

"Aren't you afraid of inciting a holy war by forcibly seizing it like this?"

"Holy War?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du suddenly smiled.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of mockery.

"Di Jun, do you really think I'm afraid just because you've brought up Nuwa?"

He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the figure shrouded in seven-colored light to the side.

Nuwa stood in the void, her flowing robes moving without wind, her face as cold as frost, and the aura of creation around her flickering uncertainly, clearly indicating that her emotions were at their peak.

Deep within those clear eyes, however, surged a raging fury as they stared intently at Xuandu... and Fuxi behind him!

Xuan Du spoke slowly, his voice calm and undisturbed:

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi has made his choice."

"Are you... still going to stop me?"

The questions were uttered with no respect whatsoever, but rather carried a condescending...scrutiny.

It seemed that in his eyes, Nuwa, the sage of the Heavenly Dao, was no longer qualified to interfere in this matter.

Nuwa's delicate body trembled slightly, and her hands slowly clenched in her sleeves, her nails almost digging into her palms.

She could clearly sense the undisguised contempt in Xuan Du's words.

That was a complete disregard for her saintly dignity!

What made her heart bleed even more was...

Fuxi, her elder brother, actually stood behind Xuandu at this moment, his expression calm, his eyes clear, without the slightest wavering.

He really did choose Xuandu.

He chose to abandon his younger sister.

"Brother..."

Nuwa's voice was hoarse, with a tremor she herself was unaware of:

"Are you really going to do this?"

Fuxi slowly raised his eyes and looked at Nuwa, his gaze calm:

"Your Majesty, the workings of Heaven are predetermined."

"Fuxi's presence in the Demon Court is of no benefit to the demon race, and it will only lead to his own demise."

"The Jie Sect is the destiny of Fuxi."

"Please, Your Majesty, do not stop us."

Every sentence is clear, every word is resolute.

Nuwa's face paled even more, and the seven-colored light around her suddenly went out of control!

"What a...perfect destiny!"

She gritted her teeth and hissed, her voice filled with grief, indignation, and resentment:

"I have planned for you for countless years, deduced your chances of survival, and even risked breaking ties with Xuandu... and yet you say that the Jie Sect is your destiny?"

"Fuxi! How could you face me?!"

Each question was veiled, as if weeping and pleading.

Fuxi remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head:

"Fuxi is aware of the Empress's plan."

"But that was not what Fuxi wanted."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"What Fuxi sought was to deduce the Great Dao, educate all living beings, and restore the order of heaven and earth."

"Instead of becoming someone's pawn, and even less so, merely eking out a living in the vortex of a great calamity."

"The Jie Sect teaches without discrimination, and all immortals come to pay homage, which is exactly in line with my Dao."

"This is Fuxi's true nature, and also... the Mandate of Heaven."

"True intentions? Destiny?"

Nuwa laughed loudly, but her laughter was icy and chilling, carrying an almost manic mockery:

"What a fine example of true nature! What a fine destiny!"

"Since you've made this choice... then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her hand, and the crimson-gold Creation Stone reappeared in her palm!

The divine stone's radiance surged, illuminating the entire celestial realm in a crimson gold hue!

What shocked everyone even more was...

Countless intricate human figures faintly emerged on the divine stone!

That is the manifestation of cause and effect in the human race!

It is the most fundamental connection between Nuwa, the Holy Mother of Humanity, and the human race!

"Xuandu!"

Nuwa stared intently at Xuandu, her eyes blazing with murderous intent:

"You think that just because you've deposed me as the leader of the Human Cult, you can also depose me as the Holy Mother?!"

"The human race was created by me, and I enjoy thirty percent of their fortune and receive their offerings!"

"This is recognized by Heaven and witnessed by the Great Dao!"

"What...why are you so useless?!"

The roar was like thunder, shaking the heavens!

Furthermore, an invisible force of human fortune gathered from the darkness and blessed Nuwa, causing her saintly aura, which had been disordered by anger, to stabilize and surge once again!

She is borrowing the fortune of the human race to solidify her holy position and exert her power over Xuandu!

"Oh?"

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

He slowly raised his eyes, gazing at the Creation Stone in Nuwa's palm, which manifested the cause and effect of the human race, his eyes deep and profound:

"It seems... my martial uncle has forgotten what I just said."

He paused, then spoke each word clearly and distinctly:

"If I can cripple me, then naturally... I can cripple you too."

"As for why..."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Xuan Du's lips:

"Just because I, Xuandu, am the teacher of the human race!"

"By establishing the martial path, passing it on to humanity, awakening the race's soul, and uniting their will!"

"Because I have the approval of billions upon billions of people!"

"You, Nuwa, though a saintly mother of humanity, what have you ever done for humanity?!"

The questions, like thunderclaps, echoed once again in every corner of the primordial wilderness!

Furthermore, a mighty and boundless humanistic will rose from the shores of the East China Sea, soaring into the sky, traversing the void, and resonating with the words of Xuandu!

That is the will of billions of people!

It is the grief and resentment that they have accumulated since their birth, and it is the indomitable spirit and self-reliance that have been awakened in them!

"Nuwa! You are unworthy to be called the Holy Mother!"

The roar of Suirenshi echoed from the shores of the East Sea, ancient yet resolute.

Where were you when humanity was in peril?!

Youchao's question resounded through the heavens.

"My human race...does not recognize you, you saintly saint!"

Ziyi's voice was as resolute as iron.

Billions of humans roared in unison, their blood and qi resonating, their will surging like a tide, transforming into an incomparably thick crimson-gold torrent that crashed fiercely into the Creation Stone in Nuwa's palm!

"boom!!!"

The divine stone trembled violently!

The human figures that appeared on it crumbled inch by inch, and the threads of cause and effect broke inch by inch!

Nuwa's delicate body trembled again, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of dazzling holy blood!

She could clearly feel that the connection between her and the human race was rapidly weakening at an unprecedented rate!

It wasn't stripped away.

Instead, it was deliberately severed by the will of humanity!

If billions of people do not recognize her as the Holy Mother, then her position as the Holy Mother will exist in name only!

"No...impossible!"

For the first time, a clear look of panic appeared in Nuwa's eyes!

She could feel that her holy position, which had been stable for billions of years, was beginning to truly shake due to the drastic decline in the fortune of the human race!

The Holy Mother's Dao Fruit crumbled inch by inch, and her Saint Realm cultivation plummeted!

Peak of the fourth level of Heavenly Dao Saint...

Early stage of the Third Heaven...

Early stage of the Second Heaven...

Early stage of the first heaven...

In the blink of an eye, her cultivation level plummeted from the peak of the fourth level of Heavenly Saint to the early stage of the first level!

Moreover, his aura was weak and his realm unstable, as if he might... completely fall from the Saint Realm at any moment!

"Xuan Du! You...you dare?"

Nuwa's voice was hoarse, her eyes filled with horror and resentment:

"You dare to depose me, the Holy Mother? Aren't you afraid of... the backlash from Heaven? Aren't you afraid of the Dao Ancestor's wrath?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du slowly shook his head:

"Heaven's backlash? The Dao Ancestor's punishment?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the sky, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable air of dominance:

"When I established the martial path, the Heavenly Dao sent down a calamity, which I overcame with the martial path."

"When I attained the Primordial Chaos, the Great Dao judged me, and I faced it with martial arts."

"Now I will depose you from your position as Holy Mother... If Heaven dares to obstruct me, I will slay Heaven!"

"If the Dao Ancestor dares to punish me... then I will seek the Dao!"

"In this primordial world... there is nothing that I, Xuandu, dare not do!"

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

The shock made Nuwa tremble, made Dijun and Donghuang Taiji turn pale, and made all the saints who were secretly watching fall silent!

Slaying the Heavens?

Ask the question?

This Xuandu is truly arrogant to the extreme!

But ironically, he has the right to be arrogant!

The Great Luo of Hunyuan has been established for a century, and its martial arts have become a dominant force, gaining the approval of the Great Dao and the support of the will of countless human beings!

He truly has the confidence to be arrogant!