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Hongjun gazed at the illusory figure and slowly spoke:

"Nuwa".

The two words fell as if by divine decree.

The phantom trembled slightly, as if it had sensed something.

But she didn't open her eyes.

no respond.

She simply floated quietly within the origin of the Heavenly Dao, allowing that boundless power to reshape her true spirit, her sacred body, and her Dao fruit.

Hongjun withdrew his palm.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the void, gazing at the dormant primordial energy, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

It normally takes several eons for a Heavenly Saint to be resurrected.

Nuwa's sacred foundation was completely destroyed, her true spirit dissipated, and her sacred body shattered. She was more severely injured than any other saint.

Without external assistance, even after ten cycles of time, he might not be able to wake up.

But he couldn't wait ten cycles.

He needs to plan ahead for the next major tribulation.

The three religions signed their vows, and the Investiture of the Gods was issued.

The Jie Sect was at the height of its fortune, with ten thousand immortals coming to pay homage, and the Chaos Bell was there to suppress its fortune.

The Chan sect was weakened, the foundation of the Primordial Saint was damaged, and the Pangu Banner was seized.

Humanistic teachings have been abandoned, Lao Tzu's realm has plummeted, and although the Tai Chi diagram still exists, there is no fortune to suppress it.

The Western religion is in decline, the twelve-grade golden lotus of merit has been taken away, and even the Bodhisattvas Jieyin and Zhunti are in danger of being able to protect themselves.

With the four religions out of balance, how can the ordained order of Heaven be maintained?

How will the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods proceed?

Only with Nuwa's return can the Jie Sect be kept in check during the next great calamity.

Only with the return of Nuwa can the celestial order be restored to its proper course.

Hongjun's gaze sharpened.

He raised his hand, and a dazzling golden beam of light burst forth from his palm!

The beam of light fell straight into the depths of the Heavenly Dao, into that dormant source!

The origin of the Way of Heaven!

He is using the fundamental principles of Heaven to accelerate Nuwa's resurrection!

"boom!"

Nuwa's very essence trembled violently!

The tremor was so strong that the entire Zixiao Palace shook slightly!

That illusory figure became increasingly solid!

The blurry face became clearer and clearer!

That elusive figure became more and more stable!

Take a breath.

Ten breaths.

One hundred breaths.

The origin of Nuwa is becoming increasingly solidified.

The phantom image became clearer and clearer.

at last.

"Buzz!"

A deep humming sound resounded from the depths of the Heavenly Dao.

The buzzing sound was very soft, yet it was like a morning bell and evening drum, reverberating throughout the Purple Cloud Palace.

Nuwa's original essence was suddenly withdrawn.

The chaotic halo of light slowly faded away.

A figure slowly descended from the Heavenly Dao.

With a beautiful face and a slender figure, her aura, though faint, already possessed the foundation of a sage.

Nuwa.

She slowly opened her eyes.

At first, there was a blank look in those eyes.

Immediately following was astonishment.

It's unbelievable.

It is a blessing to have survived a disaster.

She looked down at her hands.

Looking at the reconstructed sacred body, looking at the reunited true spirit, looking at the returned origin.

She looked up at the gray figure standing with his hands behind his back in the void.

"teacher......"

Nuwa spoke, her voice hoarse and trembling slightly.

Hongjun gazed at her, his eyes calm as still water.

"woke up?"

The two words fell without sorrow or joy, without anger or power.

Nuwa stared blankly at him, at his ancient face, at his indifferent eyes.

An indescribable emotion surged within me.

She remembers.

I remember that figure in green robes above Mount Buzhou.

I remember that punch that shattered her sacred body.

I remember that shattered Creation Stone.

I remember that desperate scream.

She perished.

"teacher......"

Nuwa spoke, her voice trembling:

"After I... after I perished, was it Master who saved me?"

Hongjun nodded slightly:

"You are a sage of the Heavenly Way, your true spirit resides in the Heavenly Way."

"Even after death, the true spirit remains, and the origin endures."

"With the power of the origin of the Heavenly Dao, I will reshape your sacred body, reunite your true spirit, and reforge your Dao fruit."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"From this day forward, you shall remain in Zixiao Palace and rest well."

"The day your cultivation is restored will be the day you return to the primordial world."

Nuwa was startled upon hearing this.

Returning to the primordial wilderness?

Can she return to the primordial world?

Can she return to that world?

Could she... seek revenge against Xuan Du?

Nuwa's eyes gleamed.

Within that light, there was hatred, murderous intent, and an uncontrollable rage.

"teacher!"

She spoke, her voice hoarse:

"Xuan Du... Xuan Du, him!"

Hongjun raised his hand to interrupt her.

"No need to say more."

His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority:

"Throughout the ages, each will rely on their own abilities."

"You fell to Xuandu because you were no match for him."

"You can't blame anyone else."

Nuwa paused in her speech.

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

My skills are inferior to others.

Those four words weighed heavily on her heart, like an immense burden.

Yes.

My skills are inferior to others.

She, a dignified Heavenly Saint and the Supreme Nuwa, was killed by a punch from a junior who had cultivated for less than a hundred years.

If this isn't a matter of inferior skills, then what is it?

Nuwa slowly closed her eyes.

Her beautiful face was filled with resentment.

But amidst that resentment, there was even more helplessness.

It is the helplessness of having no choice but to accept one's fate.

Hongjun looked at her, his gaze calm.

He naturally knew what Nuwa was thinking.

He was thinking about revenge.

Thinking of Xuandu.

Thinking about that punch that shattered her sacred body.

But so what?

The Xuandu sect has achieved its great power, and the Jie sect is at its zenith.

Even at the height of Nuwa's power, she might not be a match for her.

Moreover, she has just been resurrected, her foundation is not yet solid, and her cultivation has not yet recovered.

revenge?

That's just wishful thinking.

"Nuwa".

Hongjun spoke slowly, his voice calm:

"You should rest and recuperate in Zixiao Palace."

"The next great calamity will begin with the conferment of gods."

"At that time, you will return to the primordial world."

Nuwa was startled upon hearing this.

Conferred God?

The next great eon?

She looked up at Hongjun, her eyes filled with confusion.

Hongjun looked at her and slowly spoke:

"The will of Heaven is predetermined, and the great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods is inevitable."

"The three religions signed their seals, and the Investiture of the Gods was issued."

"Those who make the list will be deified and serve the Heavenly Court."

"This is predetermined and cannot be changed."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"The Jie Sect is at the height of its fortune, with ten thousand immortals coming to pay homage, and the Chaos Bell suppressing its fortune."

"How can such a grand occasion last?"

"The Great Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods is the tribulation of the Jie Sect."

"This is the calamity of Xuandu."

Upon hearing this, Nuwa's eyes suddenly lit up.

The Great Calamity of the Investiture of the Gods.

The calamity of the Jie Sect.

The calamity of Xuandu.

She got it.

She finally understood.

The teacher resurrected her, not so that she could seek revenge.

It was so that she could become a pawn of the Heavenly Dao in the next great calamity.

A pawn to check and balance the Jie Sect.

A chess piece to restrain Xuandu.

A chess piece that is bound by the predetermined course of fate.

But she doesn't care.

What does it matter if I'm a pawn as long as I can get revenge?

What does it matter if I'm just a pawn, as long as I can kill Xuandu?

As long as I can avenge my defeat, what does it matter if I'm a pawn?

"teacher!"

Nuwa knelt in the void, kowtowing repeatedly:

"This disciple vows to slay Xuandu in the next great eon!"

Hongjun gazed at her, his eyes calm as still water.

Beneath that calm surface lies a profound understanding that sees through everything.

Kill Xuandu?

It's easier said than done.

But he didn't say it out loud.

He simply nodded slightly.

"good."

With that one word spoken, no further words were uttered.

He turned around and took a step forward.

The gray figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Nuwa stood alone in the void, gazing at the vanished figure and the empty Zixiao Palace.

Slowly clench your fists.

Hatred surged like a tide in those eyes.

"Xuan Du..."

She murmured softly:

"You wait."

"The next great eon will be your death day."

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