Chapter 607

This move cannot be called anything but poisonous.

This decree, seemingly sent to all clans of the Great Wasteland, is actually sent to her, Nüwa, and the Witch Clan.

As a Saint, as the Holy Mother who created humans, when her children are being slaughtered, should she support this "Demon-Suppressing Alliance," or should she continue to maintain the "dignity of a Saint," standing by with folded arms?

To support would mean once again standing with the Yao Clan, violating her transcendent Saint's heart.

Not to support? Would she have to watch helplessly as humanity is slaughtered to extinction, her merit of creating humans thus tainted?

Nüwa closed her eyes.

Her divine sense instantly spanned endless time and space, merging with the vast and merciful Heavenly Dao.

She sought within the Heavenly Dao for a thread of guidance.

Yet the Heavenly Dao was a blur.

It seemed a stronger will was interfering with the operation of heavenly secrets.

Nüwa's heart sank sharply.

She knew this was the Ancestor of the Dao, Hongjun, making his move.

The Ancestor also did not want her to intervene in this matter.

Or perhaps, what the Ancestor hoped to see was the Witch and Yao Clans both suffering defeat, while humanity struggles to rise in the cracks.

This, is the script that conforms to the "Heavenly Dao."

But...

In Nüwa's mind, the image of the child being devoured surfaced once again.

She closed her eyes, deduced the heavenly secrets, and after a long while slowly opened them, a flash of resolve passing through her gaze.

She cannot personally take the field.

Just as Nüwa hesitated.

A figure appeared outside the Wahuang Palace.

The visitor was none other than her elder brother, the Yao Clan's Sheep Emperor, Fuxi.

"Elder brother?" Nüwa was somewhat surprised.

"Little sister."

Fuxi bowed respectfully before Nüwa, his face full of solemnity and earnestness.

"Elder brother, what brings you here?"

"For my Yao Clan, and for that innocent humanity, I come to ask little sister for one thing."

Inside the Wahuang Palace, the atmosphere grew somewhat delicate.

Fuxi gazed at his sister, this one who had just proven the Dao and become a Saint, now exalted as a Heavenly Dao Saint, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Not long ago, the two siblings had cultivated together at the foot of Mount Buzhou, joined the Yao Clan's Heavenly Court together, and fought side by side for the rise of the Yao Clan.

But now, a strand of Primordial Beginning Purple Qi, a Saint's position, seemed like a heavenly chasm, separating the two.

"What does elder brother seek?" Nüwa's voice was cold and calm, revealing no joy or anger.

Fuxi drew a deep breath and spoke solemnly: "Little sister, the 【Human Creation Whip】 in your hand."

Nüwa's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

She knew, elder brother's visit must be for this very thing.

"Elder brother, do you know this whip is the foundation of my Sanctification, deeply entwined with my cause and effect? To lend it to you would be equivalent to me, Nüwa, also falling into the turbid waters of the Witch-Yao Quantity Calamity." Nüwa said calmly.

"Little sister, I know this will put you in a difficult position."

A hint of bitterness appeared on Fuxi's face: "But now, the Blood Sea Nether River flows backward, wildly slaughtering humanity, already arousing shared indignation between Witch and Yao. Though my Yao Clan established the Demon-Suppressing Alliance, the Witch Clan harbors hidden agendas, contributes without effort. And the myriad clans of the Great Wasteland, each with their own thoughts, none wish to be the first to stand out."

"Without a supreme treasure capable of suppressing the Blood Sea's karmic power and stabilizing fortune, this war, even if my Yao Clan could win, would inevitably suffer great loss of essence qi, and let the Witch Clan laugh at us for nothing."

Fuxi's words were spoken with great sincerity.

Nüwa fell silent.

How could she not know this principle?

This is precisely the Yang Scheme of Donghuang Taiyi.

He has pushed everyone onto the chessboard, while he himself sits calmly behind the scenes, watching the slaughter.

"Elder brother, this whip, I can lend it to you."

After a long time, Nüwa finally spoke.

Fuxi's face instantly lit up with ecstatic joy.

"But, I have one condition." Nüwa shifted her tone.

"Little sister, please speak! As long as I can do it, I will not refuse even ten thousand deaths!" Fuxi said without hesitation.

Nüwa looked at him, word by word: "This whip, you must not personally wield it, nor may you give it to Di Jun."

Fuxi was stunned: "Why... why is this?"

"You two, as the Yao Clan's sovereigns, bear too heavy a cause and effect. If this whip passes through your hands, it will be stained with Yao Clan imperial aura, and thereafter can never be cleansed." Nüwa explained, "Elder brother, you must entrust this whip to someone... who has great karmic ties with humanity, yet is not at the core of the Yao Clan."

Not the core of the Yao Clan, yet with great karmic ties to humanity?

In Fuxi's mind, countless figures flashed by, only to be rejected one by one.

In this Great Wasteland, where could such a person be found?

"Little sister, you..." Fuxi's face showed difficulty.

"Elder brother, do not ask further, return for now. I will later bring this whip back to the Heavenly Court and give it to Di Jun; then he will naturally know how to handle it."

Fuxi nodded slightly, clasped his hands before Nüwa in farewell.

Watching Fuxi's figure disappear, Nüwa let out a long sigh.

That sigh was full of helplessness.

"The Heavenly Dao is ruthless, yet a Saint cannot be without compassion."

"My Dao is one of creation, of protection, not indifference."

She slowly opened her eyes, and in those pupils there was no longer a trace of hesitation, only the resolve that belonged to a Saint.

"Master, this disciple is going to go against your wishes."

She spoke softly toward the direction of Zixiao Palace.

Then, she extended her slender jade hand, pointing lightly at the vast Honghuang Dadi below.

Her voice spread across the Six Directions and Eight Wastelands.

"Human Race, listen to the command."

"I am Nüwa, your Holy Mother."

"Now sensing you are in peril, I specially bestow a Supreme Treasure to protect you completely."

The words fell.

A vine, entirely emerald green and wreathed in endless Qi of creation, flew out from Wahuang Palace, tore through Chaos, and fell into the Great Wasteland.

It was precisely the Merit Supreme Treasure she attained upon Sanctification — the Human Creation Whip!

The Human Creation Whip in midair transformed into tens of millions of streams of green light, precisely descending toward every Human Tribe on the Honghuang Dadi.

The green light landed, taking root and sprouting.

In an instant, sturdy fortresses woven from countless vines, emitting a holy aura, rose from the ground, firmly guarding every tribe within them.

This Green Vine Barrier contained Nüwa's Saint's Power; Water and Fire Do Not Invade, Ten Thousand Laws Cannot Break.

Below Quasi-Sage, don't even think of harming a single hair!

Having done all this, Nüwa did not stop.

Her gaze once more fell upon Buzhou, upon that Human youth who had fled in panic and ultimately in a Mountain Cave wrote characters with blood, named Cangjie.

"You have established Great Achievement for the Human Race; you shall be the Human Sovereign."

Nüwa's voice rang directly in Cangjie's mind.

"Today, I hereby enfeoff you as..."

"Human Race, Wen Zu!"

Boom!

Saint's Words Become Law.

As Nüwa's words fell, a surge of Ren Dao Yun even more vast than the previous Blood Sea Demonic Virtue gathered and descended, blessing Cangjie's body!

His cultivation surged violently once more!

Mid-Stage Golden Immortal!

Late-Stage Golden Immortal!

Peak Golden Immortal!

Finally, it stabilized at Early Stage Taiyi Golden Immortal!

In a single day, from a mere mortal, crossing multiple major realms, he became a Taiyi Golden Immortal!

Such a fortuitous encounter, looking across the Entire Wasteland, is Unparalleled Encounter!

Nüwa's series of actions thoroughly caused an uproar across the Entire Wasteland.

The Saints, in the end, have still descended to the field!