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"cough......"

Nuwa staggered, and cracks appeared in her colorful robes due to the violent tremors.

She slowly lowered her head and looked at her palm.

The purplish-gold holy blood that overflowed from her lips did not drip down, but instead condensed into a turbid blood bead, which hovered in the void and slowly rotated, every inch of its luster reflecting her crumbling holy foundation at this moment.

Within the sacred blood, the illusory image of human incense was annihilated inch by inch, and the traces of the Holy Mother's Dao Fruit shattering spread like a spider web.

She could clearly sense it.

The backlash from the stripping of her fortune was like billions of invisible poison needles, piercing deep into the foundation of her holy path!

"Buzz..."

The warm and peaceful aura of creation surrounding Nuwa gradually dimmed, replaced by a rippling of Daoist energy on the verge of collapse.

Her aura plummeted, eventually stabilizing at the early stage of the first level of the Heavenly Dao Saint realm.

Moreover, it is fragile and unreliable, like a candle flickering in the wind, which may be completely extinguished at any moment.

What shattered her heart even more was...

She could feel that her once perfect and flawless path of creation was now showing clear cracks.

That is a sign that the foundation of the path has been damaged.

Without a miraculous stroke of luck to compensate, her progress in the Holy Realm will forever remain stagnant, with no further advancement possible.

"Xuan...du..."

Nuwa slowly raised her eyes, her gaze devoid of any trace of cold compassion, replaced only by an almost manic resentment and despair.

His voice was hoarse, and every word was uttered with the pain of blood:

"You have ruined my path... severed my holy foundation..."

"This hatred... is irreconcilable!"

Xuandu stood silently in the void, his green robes fluttering slightly. The primordial Daoist aura acted as an invisible barrier, quietly isolating Nuwa's overwhelming hatred.

His face was calm, his eyes deep and unfathomable, reflecting Nuwa's pale, paper-white, and radiant face.

"You cut off your own path."

Xuan Du spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching the ears of every living being present:

"If you are truly a saintly mother to humanity, you should stand up for humanity in times of crisis, instead of standing by indifferently, and certainly not condoning the slaughter by the demon race."

"If you truly care about your sibling bond, you should help Fellow Daoist Fuxi escape the impending doom of the Great Calamity, instead of using him as a pawn, trapping him in the Demon Court, and gambling on that one in ten thousand chance of survival."

"Your present situation is the result of your past actions."

"The position of the Holy Mother is not an authority bestowed upon you by the Heavenly Way, but an honor granted to you by the human race."

"If the human race does not recognize you, then you are no longer the Holy Mother."

"You should have understood this principle long ago."

Every word was like a knife, piercing the deepest part of Nuwa's Daoist heart.

Nuwa's delicate body trembled again, and holy blood spilled from the corner of her mouth once more.

She gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms, and dark golden blood dripped down her wrists, burning into wisps of blue smoke in the air.

hatred!

An overwhelming hatred!

But more than that... is a deep-seated sense of powerlessness and regret.

How could she not know that what Xuandu said was true?

For millions of years, she has been accustomed to looking down on all living beings from the perspective of a sage and controlling destiny with the way of creation.

To her, the human race was nothing more than a tool for proving her path, a source of fortune, and the foundation for consolidating her holy position.

She never cared about the life or death of humans, let alone their will.

She believed that as long as she remained the Holy Mother, enjoying the incense offerings and worship from the human race, the human race would forever be a pawn in her hands and the source of her fortune.

But now...

Xuan Du alone awakened the indomitable will of billions of humans, using martial arts resonance and blood and qi as a sword to sever her karmic ties with the human race!

This is simply... mind-blowing!

"So this is what humanity is all about..."

Nuwa murmured softly, a clear look of bewilderment appearing in her eyes for the first time.

She could sense that the torrent of crimson-gold will rising from the shores of the East China Sea was resonating with the martial arts laws surrounding Xuan Du and merging with the chaotic rune suspended in the void in a way she couldn't comprehend.

That is the manifestation of humanity.

It is the convergence of the will of all living beings.

It is the great trend of heaven and earth that even sages cannot easily control, much less completely erase!

She herself pushed herself to the opposite side of this trend.

"puff!"

Another mouthful of holy blood was spat out.

Nuwa swayed, barely able to maintain her suspended position in mid-air.

She slowly closed her eyes and looked inward at herself.

The foundation of the Holy Path was riddled with cracks, the Holy Mother's Dao Fruit was completely shattered, and her cultivation level plummeted to the early stage of the First Heaven, and was still slowly declining.

What made her even more desperate was that she could not sense any hope of recovery.

The human race's fortune has been completely severed, and the path of creation has been damaged. Without a heaven-defying opportunity, her path to immortality... is completely cut off.

"Xuan Du..."

Nuwa slowly opened her eyes, her resentment still lingering, but now tinged with a hint of fear that even she herself didn't realize.

She stared intently at Xuan Du, her voice hoarse as if sandpaper were being rubbed together:

"What you have done today... the Dao Ancestor will not stand idly by... Heaven will not tolerate you!"

"When the Dao Ancestor descends... you will surely suffer divine retribution!"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du's lips slowly curled into a mocking smile.

"The Dao Ancestor?"

He raised his eyes and gazed beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, his gaze piercing through layers of celestial realms, landing on that unknowable place:

"If he really wanted to stop me, he should have made his move a hundred years ago when I established the martial arts path."

"When I attained the Primordial Chaos, the Great Dao made its judgment, but he did not appear."

"Now... do you really think he'd still oppose me for your sake, you crippled saint?"

After a pause, Xuan Du's voice turned cold:

"Moreover... do you think the Dao Ancestor is unaware of your actions?"

"Do you really think the Dao Ancestor...would care about a saint who has lost the destiny of humanity and severed his path to enlightenment?"

Every word is piercing to the heart.

Nuwa's face turned completely pale.

She suddenly recalled the indifferent and ruthless gaze of Dao Ancestor Hongjun in Zixiao Palace a hundred years ago.

That gaze seemed to have seen through everything, yet it also seemed to disregard everything.

Yes.

The Dao Ancestor merged with the Heavenly Dao, took charge of the primordial order, and had only the general trend and balance in his eyes.

Nuwa was merely one of the Heavenly Saints, a pawn in maintaining the balance of the Xuanmen (mystical sect).

If she still has value, the Dao Ancestor might step in to protect her.

But now... her sacred foundation is damaged, her fortune is lost, she no longer has any control over the human race, and she is no longer of much value to the Xuanmen.

Will the Dao Ancestor stand up for her again?

For the first time, a clear sense of...despair arose in Nuwa's heart.

She slowly turned her head and looked at Fuxi, who was standing silently to the side.

Her brother, who was her blood relative and had accompanied her through countless eons, stood quietly behind Xuandu, his moon-white robe swaying gently in the wind, his face calm, his eyes clear and without the slightest ripple.

It was as if her tragic state had nothing to do with him.

"Brother..."

Nuwa's voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of pleading that she herself was unaware of:

"Are you really... going to just stand by and watch your sister's path end?"

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

"Your Majesty, you chose this path yourself."

"Fuxi once advised you not to interfere too much with the cause and effect of the human race, and not to treat the human race as a pawn."

"But you... never listened."

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"The results of today are all the result of past causes."

"Fuxi...is powerless."

Nuwa's delicate body trembled violently, and the last glimmer of hope in her eyes was completely extinguished.

She slowly closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, mingling with the purple-gold holy blood, burning out a poignant and beautiful light in the void.

she knows.

I... have completely lost.

He lost to Xuandu, he lost to the human race, he lost to... his own arrogant and indifferent saintly mentality.

"Never mind..."

Nuwa murmured softly, her voice filled with weariness and desolation:

"I will remember this humiliation I have suffered today."

She slowly turned around, and the seven-colored glow reappeared, but it had dimmed like a candle flickering in the wind.

With a flicker, he transformed into a streak of light and staggered toward the Nuwa Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.