Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Xuan Du's extremely soft sneer was exceptionally clear in the tense, deathly silence.

His gaze was calm as he slowly swept over Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi, whose faces were ashen.

Xuan Du spoke, his voice not loud, but every word struck the hearts of all the powerful beings present.

"I just heard His Majesty mention that our human race has offended the Heavenly Might of the Demon Court, hence the massacre."

He paused slightly, his tone carrying an indescribable hint of sarcasm.

"But before today, what heavenly rule of the Demon Court did my billions of unarmed people violate?"

"How could you allow countless demons to feed on our race year after year, slaughtering them at will and treating them like worthless weeds?"

The millions of humans below, recalling the past tragedies, were filled with grief and indignation, their gazes fixed on the two magnificent figures in the sky.

Di Jun frowned, his ominous premonition growing stronger.

He always felt that Xuan was going to cause trouble.

Donghuang Taiyi, however, laughed in anger. He was domineering and had never taken the human race seriously.

"snort!"

Donghuang Taiyi chuckled, his voice filled with undisguised contempt, echoing between heaven and earth.

"The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is an ironclad rule!"

"You humans are of shallow origin, as weak as ants. It is an honor for you to be able to feed my demon sons!"

"So what if we slaughter? Do we need to ask your permission?"

Their words were harsh, trampling on the dignity of humanity.

Upon hearing this, countless humans turned bloodshot, clenched their fists, and dug their nails deep into their flesh.

The three ancestors, Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi, also had grim expressions and felt extremely stifled.

however.

Faced with Donghuang Taiyi's almost humiliating words.

Xuan Du, standing atop the altar, not only did not become angry, but instead... smiled.

The smile was faint, with a slight curve at the corners of the lips.

He even shook his head slightly, as if he had heard something interesting.

This scene stunned all the powerful figures who were watching this place.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in their eyes.

Has Xuandu gone mad with anger?

The twelve Ancestral Witches exchanged bewildered glances. Dijiang's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he whispered to Houtu beside him:

"What's this kid up to?"

Houtu frowned slightly, her beautiful eyes falling on Xuandu's calm face, feeling that this person was becoming increasingly unfathomable.

She had a vague feeling that Xuandu's actions were by no means unfounded.

Even the three ancestors of the human race behind Xuandu, as well as hundreds of millions of people, stared blankly at Xuandu's back, not understanding why their master was laughing at this moment.

Just as everyone was watching and a cloud of doubt was hanging over the place.

Xuan Du stopped smiling faintly.

He raised his head, his gaze meeting Donghuang Taiyi's once more, his voice carrying clearly across the surrounding fields:

"So, in the eyes of the Demon Emperor, slaughtering my human race is something to be taken for granted."

His tone suddenly changed, and he said coldly:

"Then, I would like to ask you two for your guidance..."

Xuan Du's gaze swept over Di Jun, finally settling on Donghuang Taiyi's face. He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, with earth-shattering force:

"Our human race was created by the sage Nuwa from clay, born from her creation, and we enjoy the merits of her founding our race!"

"The demon race is so unrestrained, slaughtering the race created by the sage himself..."

He leaned forward slightly, his voice carrying a cold, questioning tone:

"Could it be... that they were acting under the orders of the sage Nuwa?!"

"boom!!!"

These words were like a bolt of divine lightning striking from the heavens!

Time seemed to stand still along the entire coast of the East China Sea at that moment!

Di Jun's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and the forcibly maintained dignity on his face instantly collapsed, replaced by unbelievable horror!

The boiling solar fire around Donghuang Taiyi suddenly stopped, and the hand holding the Chaos Bell trembled slightly.

The arrogance and anger on his face froze, turning into a blank!

Nuwa, the Sage!

Xuandu actually pulled out this human saint and demon saint who had been hiding outside the Thirty-Three Heavens and had long ignored the affairs of the prehistoric world!

This...this is absolutely heartless!

If it becomes associated with the instigation of a sage... then the nature of the matter changes completely!

That is a desecration of the saint's majesty! It places the saint in a position of inhumanity and injustice!

Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the human race. She created the human race and became a saint, enjoying the fortune and offerings of the human race.

If she instigated the demon race to slaughter her own children, and this became public, how could the saint Nuwa save face?

Will the foundation of his holy position be shaken?

Moreover, Nuwa was also of demon origin and was once the Demon Queen Nuwa.

Although he transcended worldly affairs after becoming a saint, his connection with the incense offerings of the Demon Court remained.

Xuandu's question is tantamount to putting the saint Nuwa on the fire!

Force her to choose between the human race and the demon race!

Di Jun and Donghuang Tai felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads, and their scalps tingled!

Their slaughter of humans was naturally for the purpose of forging the Witch-Slaying Sword. This was a top secret, and could it have been instigated by Nuwa?

But this matter is simply inexplicable!

Are we to admit, in front of the Witch Clan and the direct disciples of the Intercepting Sect, that they have discovered the secret that human blood can restrain the Witch Clan?

Wouldn't that tell the Witch Clan that their Demon Court is plotting against them?

At that time, would the Witch Clan let it go? The Great Calamity would immediately erupt in full force!

A dilemma!

Di Jun's face was ashen, his chest heaving violently as he stared intently at Xuan Du, wishing he could devour him alive.

This child...what a vicious mind! What sharp words!

Donghuang Taiyi was so frustrated that his face turned red, and the True Fire of the Sun was raging inside him, but he couldn't utter a single word.

deny?

How can the previous massacre of humans be justified?

recognition?

That's suicide!

……

Not only were Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi shocked.

Even the twelve ancestral witches, who had been so imposing, were now dumbfounded.

Dijiang stared wide-eyed at the figure in flowing blue robes on the altar, and murmured:

"This kid... he really dares to say that!"

He never expected that Xuandu would involve the Sage Nuwa.

The situation instantly transformed from a confrontation between liches and demons into a murky mess involving the saint!

Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and other ancestral witches looked at each other in bewilderment, their malevolent aura unconsciously diminishing somewhat.

When it comes to sages, they cannot afford to be careless.

Houtu's eyes flickered, and her gaze toward Xuandu became even more profound.

She finally understood the meaning behind Xuandu's laughter.

This isn't a helpless smile, but rather... a smile of complete control, a smile that lures you into a trap!

This young man first revealed his identity as a direct disciple of the Jie Sect, thus intimidating the Demon Emperor.

Then, the suffering of the human race being slaughtered is used to raise questions.

Finally, the true intentions were revealed, and the sage Nuwa was summoned, delivering a fatal blow to the Demon Emperor!

Every step was meticulously planned and executed, leaving no room for error!

……

And behind the altar.

After a brief moment of shock, the three ancestors of the human race and hundreds of millions of human beings had complex and bewildered expressions.

Suirenshi held a wooden staff for burning firewood, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Goddess Nuwa... why... why would Master Xuandu say such a thing?"

Youchao frowned, his bronze face full of confusion.

"The Holy Mother created us with boundless grace, how could she possibly instruct the demon race to slaughter us?"

Ziyi's beautiful eyes were also filled with confusion and a hint of... indescribable panic.

Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the human race, their creator, and the source of their faith.

If even the Holy Mother has abandoned them... what hope is there for humanity?

Master Xuandu's words are shaking the very foundation of the human race.

Countless clansmen whispered amongst themselves, a sense of bewilderment spreading through them.

They believed in Xuandu and revered Xuandu.

But this statement is far too shocking.

……