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Xuan Du's eyes flickered slightly.

He didn't turn around, but simply nodded slightly.

In this battle, the Wu tribe has staked everything.

If that's the case...

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze returning to Nuwa.

Nuwa staggered, her sacred body broken, her rainbow robes stained with blood, and the seven-colored light around her flickering.

She stared intently at Xuan Du, her eyes still burning with resentment, but beneath that resentment, fear had grown wildly like weeds.

The Creation Stone was stolen.

The cracks in the foundation spread.

Their fighting strength is less than one-tenth of what it used to be.

And the man in front of me...

She had just witnessed how a single strike suppressed four saints, a single punch severely injured her, and a beam of chaotic light snatched away her innate treasure.

He even witnessed firsthand how the Wu Clan used their remaining formation to forcefully confront the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Formation, thus protecting him.

Behind her, Lao Tzu's face was ashen, and the Tai Chi diagram was dim.

The primordial jade light was disordered, and the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi hummed and trembled.

The light of the Buddha Jieyin and Zhunti flickered, and cracks appeared on the golden body.

The four saints were suppressed by the chaotic light, and at this moment they were still trying their best to dispel the Great Dao Origin that was eroding their saintly foundations.

No one could help her.

No one dared to help her.

Nuwa suddenly smiled.

His laughter was hoarse, carrying endless desolation and self-mockery.

"Xuan Du..."

She spoke, but her voice was no longer filled with the venomous madness of before; instead, it carried an unprecedented calmness:

"I have a question for you."

"When humanity was first born, it was weak and feeble. I created humans and they became saints, enjoying the destiny of humanity..."

"Have you ever wronged the human race?"

Xuan Du's gaze remained calm:

"Never."

Nuwa asked again:

"After I became a saint, although I did not protect the human race, I also did not slaughter them."

"The Nuwa Palace has remained detached from worldly affairs for ten thousand years. My relationship with the human race... is merely a matter of karmic debt."

"Yes and no?"

Xuan Du nodded:

"Yes."

A faint light shone in Nuwa's eyes:

"Then why..."

"Why have you stripped me of my status as the Holy Mother?"

"Why have you severed the destiny of my human race?"

"Why did you steal my Creation Stone?"

The three questions were uttered in a hoarse voice, yet each word pierced the heart.

Xuandu remained silent for a moment.

Then, he spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet like a profound maxim:

"The weakness of the human race is not your fault."

"The strength of the human race is not due to your efforts."

"You created humans and made them saints; Heaven rewards you for your merits. This is cause and effect."

"You govern by non-interference, neither protecting nor teaching, thus clearing the cause and effect between you and the human race. This too is cause and effect."

He paused, his gaze turning cold:

"Yet, when the demon race slaughtered the human race, you tacitly approved it..."

"This cause and effect can no longer be settled evenly."

Nuwa's pupils suddenly contracted.

Xuan Du's voice was icy:

"You don't have to protect her."

"But we must not aid and abet evil."

"Since you stand by and watch the demon race slaughter the human race, don't blame the human race for cutting off your position as the Holy Mother."

"Since you are entangled with the demon race, don't blame me for taking your Creation Stone."

"This is cause and effect."

"The seeds you sow, the fruits you reap today."

The last four words exploded like a thunderclap.

Nuwa trembled violently, her face turning ashen.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but no sound came out.

Yes.

She created humans and made them saints, thus clearing her karmic ties with the human race.

She tacitly allowed the demon race to slaughter the human race, thus she was no longer on good terms with the human race.

This is cause and effect.

The seeds she sowed are the fruits she reaps today.

"I see......"

Nuwa murmured softly, the resentment, unwillingness, and madness in her eyes gradually fading away.

Instead, there was an unfathomable weariness.

She slowly closed her eyes.

"Let's get started."

The sound was calm, without any further ripples.

Xuan Du nodded slightly.

He slowly raised his fist.

On the fist, chaotic martial arts runes flowed wildly, evolving into mountains and rivers, sun, moon and stars, earth, fire, water and wind... even the scene of creation.

This punch was even stronger than the one that severely injured Nuwa earlier.

Twice as strong.

Even three times stronger.

Because of this punch...

He wanted to kill the emperor.

The true execution of the saint.

It's not a lost position, not a major blow.

Instead, it is this former saint before us, who has fallen from his saintly position, whose foundation is crumbling, and whose innate treasure has been stolen...

Completely banished from the mortal world.

"Xuandu!"

A low growl from the primordial beginning echoed from afar, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light surged wildly, attempting to break free from the suppression of the Chaos Light:

"You dare?!"

"She is a sage of the Heavenly Dao, her true spirit residing within the Heavenly Dao!"

"If you kill her, the Heavenly Dao will retaliate..."

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Xuan ignored him.

He simply threw a punch.

Simple, direct, and domineering.

Wherever the fist passed, the void did not shatter, but was completely annihilated.

The law is not disorder, but complete dissipation.

All conditioned phenomena are contained within this one punch...

Return to nothingness.

"boom!!!"

Nuwa did not even resist.

She simply closed her eyes, letting the punch land on her damaged holy body.

In an instant.

The colorful glow of the sunset was completely extinguished.

The beautiful clothes turned to ashes.

The Holy Body shattered like glass falling to the ground, breaking apart inch by inch.

The last trace of sacred aura surrounding Nuwa completely dissipated.

Her eyes dimmed, and her figure drifted down from the void like a falling leaf.

During its fall, the sacred body disintegrated inch by inch, turning into countless tiny, multicolored specks of light that scattered like fireflies.

Each point of light contains the imprint of her merit in creating humanity and mending the heavens, and the memories of her path to sainthood and the billions of dollars she has earned.

At this moment, everything returns to heaven and earth.

Return to the human race she created, who she condoned the slaughter of, and who ultimately had their karma severed by her own hand.

She returned to the Heavenly Dao, which she had once perfected, held power over, and ultimately abandoned her completely.

Returning to the primordial chaos.

Return to nothingness.

"Buzz!!!"

Just as Nuwa's sacred body completely collapsed and her Dao fruit was completely annihilated.

The primordial world...

His expression changed drastically!

Above the heavens, the once clear and azure sky instantly turned into a deep crimson!

That wasn't a sunset, nor was it a strange phenomenon.

That is blood.

It was Heaven's response to the fall of a sage, seeping from the depths of its very essence...

Blood and tears!

"Rumble..."

The entire primordial land, from Mount Buzhou to the shores of the East Sea, from the Northern Abyss to the vast South Sea...

Violent tremors shook the entire primordial world simultaneously!

The earth's energy surged and boiled, and the mountains and rivers wailed incessantly!

This moment.

All living beings in the primordial world, whether immortals, mortals, demons, or sorcerers, whether saints or quasi-saints...

Everyone felt a connection!

They all suddenly looked up at the seven-colored figure slowly falling and disintegrating inch by inch above Mount Buzhou!

saint......

They've fallen!

"Nuwa..."

Deep within the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, the Antarctic Immortal, who remained to guard the palace, was deathly pale, and his whisk fell to the ground.

He stood frozen in place, staring at the ever-spreading crimson sky, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

A sage has fallen.

Since the beginning of time...

This has never happened before!

Even during the initial calamity of the Dragon-Han era, when the three races vied for supremacy and the Dao and Demon fought each other, not a single saint perished.

Even during the great calamity of the Lich King, countless ancestral witches such as Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Di Jiang perished in battle, while the sages remained high above, looking down upon all living beings.

Saints are immortal and indestructible.

This is an irrefutable ironclad rule of the Primordial Billion-Yuan Society!

But now...

Nuwa has perished.

He was killed by Xuandu with a single punch.

Right above Buzhou Mountain, right in the Five Saints Killing Formation, right in the center of the battlefield where the Zhou Tian Star Array and the Du Tian Divine Fiend Array are facing off!

In front of Yuanshi, Laozi, Jieyin, and Zhunti...

In front of Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Di Jiang, and the eleven Ancestral Witches...

In front of billions of living beings in the primordial world...

Xuandu...

He truly killed the Heavenly Dao Saint with a single punch!

"He's gone mad...he's gone mad..."