Chapter 608

Nüwa Shengren finally took action.

When the vine—【Human Creation Whip】—entwined with endless creative qi tore through chaos, transforming on the Honghuang land into countless strands of jade-green divine light, shielding all surviving human tribes with an unbreakable green vine barrier, the entire Honghuang fell utterly silent.

Countless hidden powerhouses, whether the ancestral witches in Pangu Hall, the Three Purities on Kunlun Mountain, or the Jieyin Zhunti on Xihu Sumeru Mountain, were plunged into unprecedented shock at this moment.

The Saint has descended!

The Nüwa Shengren, who declared in Zixiao Palace that she would avoid karma and wholeheartedly follow the Heavenly Dao, drawing a clear line with the Yao Clan, actually stepped forward to protect the weak human race!

This is simply more astonishing than Di Jun beheading two corpses, more than Minghe establishing his teaching!

Immediately after, Nüwa bestowed upon Cangjie the title "Human Ancestor of Writing," her words becoming law, helping him ascend in a single step to enter the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm—this act was like a series of heavy hammers, ruthlessly striking the hearts of all powerhouses.

They finally understood.

The plot of the Yao Clan Heavenly Court, from the very beginning, was not for that pitiful faith power.

Their target is Nüwa! Is this Heavenly Dao Saint!

What a Yang Scheme!

What a Donghuang Taiyi!

Under the guise of protecting the human race, they carried out "moral coercion" in reality, forcibly dragging a Saint who wished to remain aloof into the water!

"High! Truly high!"

In Kunlun Mountain, within the Shangqing Palace, Tongtian Jiaozhu could not help but clap and praise, his eyes full of undisguised admiration and excitement.

"Behind that Di Jun scoundrel, there must be a master! Such scheming, playing with human hearts, Heavenly Dao, and Saintly karma in the palm of one's hand, is truly exhilarating! Exhilarating!"

Yuanshi Tianzun standing beside him, however, had an expression so ugly it reached its extreme.

He could despise the Yao Clan, could look down on Di Jun, but he could not ignore the fact that a Saint had personally descended to take the stage.

This means the "Human Teaching" established by the Yao Clan has already received the endorsement of the Heavenly Dao Saint, occupying an unshakeable moral high ground!

On the chief seat, the face of Taishang Laojun, unchanged for ten thousand years, also showed a ripple.

He gazed upon the human race connected to the Yao Clan's fortune, now also receiving the Saint's protection, and murmured: "The Way of Man... great prosperity... my Way... where is it now?"

At this moment, this future senior brother of the Xuanmen, for the first time, felt a tremor in his "Wuwei Dao."

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Compared to the commotion outside, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, within the Wahuang Palace, it was deathly silent.

Nüwa sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, her expression cold and detached, as if what she had just done was merely brushing a speck of dust from her collar.

But only she herself knew that at the moment of her choice, her Saintly heart had stirred up how great a wave.

She did not originally wish to do so.

But she could not bear to watch the children she had created with her own hands become blood food, become pawns.

A Saint can be emotionless, but cannot be without Dao.

Her Dao is creation, is protection.

Just at this time.

Boom——!!!

An awe-inspiring terror, impossible to describe in words, erupted from the chaos depths above the Nine Heavens and descended with a thunderous crash!

This pressure was not like Di Jun's hegemonic way, nor like the ancestral witches' ferocious killing intent; it was formless and substanceless, yet everywhere.

It was icy, indifferent, as if the condensation of the entire Heaven and Earth's will, the eternal supreme rule through the ages!

Under this pressure, time in the entire Honghuang world seemed to pause.

The wind stopped, the clouds scattered, the rushing great rivers solidified, and even the burning true fire of the sun lost its warmth.

Within the Wahuang Palace, the countless strands of protective creative divine light, facing this pressure, were like candle remnants in the wind, violently swaying, possibly extinguished at any moment.

Nüwa's complexion instantly turned pale.

She abruptly raised her head, gazing toward the deepest part of chaos, that ancient, enduring Zixiao Palace.

It is the Teacher!

Hongjun Daozu!

A cold, withered voice, devoid of the slightest emotion, crossed endless time and space, directly resonating in her sea of consciousness.

"Nüwa."

"Saint, do not enter the Quantity Calamity, do not stain karma."

"This is, the heavenly numbers."

Merely twelve characters, yet containing undeniable Heavenly Dao majesty.

That terrifying pressure, layer upon layer, seemed to want to press this newly minted Heavenly Dao Saint down to kneel!

Within Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun Daozu's half-open, half-closed eyes fully opened.

In those pupils, there was no anger, no disappointment, only a sheet of ancient well's still indifference.

As if looking at a disobedient pawn that had taken a wrong step.

He could not tolerate any variable beyond his control.

Nüwa proving the Dao, establishing the Human Teaching, letting humanity become the future protagonist—these were all links in his script.

But a Saint should be a lofty arbiter, a chess player overlooking the games of all beings, not personally descending to stir the board as a pawn!

The Yao Clan protects the human race, the Wu Clan slaughters the human race.

With one's gain the other's loss, their karma entangled, both perishing together in the Quantity Calamity—this is the "balance" he wishes to see.

Nüwa's action undoubtedly broke this balance.

He must, set it right.

The Heavenly Dao pressure grew ever more terrifying.

Wahuang Palace trembled violently, as if it would collapse in the next moment.

Nüwa clenched her teeth; she could feel that even her Saint's Dao Fruit was groaning under the strain of that pressure.

She knew that if her teacher wished it, a single thought would suffice to strip her of her Saint Position, causing her to fall from this undying, indestructible supreme realm back into the Mortal World.

But!

She lifted her head, and a trace of unprecedented resolve flashed through her clear, cold eyes.

"Teacher."

Her voice, transmitted through Saintly Divine Sense, likewise spread across the Entire Wasteland.

"Disciple follows the Heavenly Dao and dares not interfere in the Wuji Quantity Calamity in the slightest."

"However, the Human Race was created by Disciple; it is the foundation of my Sanctification and the continuation of my Dao."

"Protecting their bloodline from extinction is Disciple's bounden duty, and is also permitted by the Heavenly Dao."

"Disciple only protects the Human Race, and does not harm the Wu or Yao. In this, what error is there?"

A speech, neither servile nor overbearing, resounding and forceful!

Indeed, what error is there?

I merely protect my children, not letting them be exterminated.

I did not act to strike the Wu Clan, nor did I act to aid the Yao Clan.

How could this count as interfering in the Quantity Calamity?

Inside Zixiao Palace, Hongjun fell silent.

In those indifferent eyes of his, for the first time, appeared a trace of an extremely subtle fluctuation.

He knew that what Nüwa said was right.

The Human Race is the future Heaven's Chosen Protagonists; this is the Heavenly Mandate and Great Trend.

He could tacitly allow the Wu Yao Liang Eff to inflict heavy casualties on the Human Race during their struggle, as tempering.

But he absolutely could not let the Human Race be exterminated.

Otherwise, even he, this Merging with the Dao practitioner, would suffer Heavenly Dao backlash.

Nüwa's move precisely straddled the edge of the rules.

She only defends and does not attack; no one can find fault with it.

"Hmph."

After a long while, an emotionless cold snort issued from Zixiao Palace.

That terrifying Heavenly Dao pressure enveloping Wahuang Palace receded like a tide.

Heaven and Earth resumed their operation.

But all great powers understood that this Ancestor of the Dao had been moved to true anger.

Nüwa, although she had defended her "Dao," had also completely offended this sole Merging with the Dao practitioner of the Great Wasteland.

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