Chapter 53: Self‑Realization

At this moment, she believes victory is in her grasp; once Zhou Yi's Human Race destiny is fully stripped, the Human Race will fall into her palm again.

She doesn't even mind "playing" with these few members of the Human Race during this time, because to her it's merely the struggle of ants.

Zhang Yun's pen flew, composing a bold verse: "Little battle follows the golden valley, Xiao Mian embraces the jade saddle. May the sword at my waist cut straight through Loulan." In an instant, something miraculous occurred. Hen Ren and Ye Yi felt a mighty and mysterious force surge into their bodies, igniting their blood and courage, and a fearless heroic spirit rose within them.

The power of their attacks suddenly increased greatly.

Their aura grew fiercer, and their magical flow became smoother, as if breaking free of some constraints.

"Another one."

Nüwa turned her head, her gaze landing on Fang Yun below.

That glance startled her.

Unlike Hen Ren and Ye Yi, Fang Yun exuded a unique Great Dao aura.

Although he has not yet reached Quasi‑Saint level, his power makes Nüwa reluctant to underestimate him.

Fang Yun's eyes were as calm as water, silently watching Nüwa in the sky.

Gradually, a faint golden light began to surround him.

The vast righteous Qi seemed to take shape, echoing around him with a low howl, like a battle horn.

Driven by this mighty aura, the barrier Nüwa had casually erected began to crack under the combined assault of Hen Ren and Ye Yi.

The two gave their all, their magical power surging like raging waves, battering the barrier wave after wave.

Finally, with a deafening roar, the barrier shattered, turning into countless fragments that flew everywhere.

The power within those fragments tore the surrounding space, leaving spider‑web‑like traces.

"They actually succeeded; this was the Saint's defense."

"The Saint's protection has been broken."

Witnessing all this, the onlookers around gasped.

Below the Saint, all are ants; a Quasi‑Saint confronting a Saint is often powerless to change fate.

Yet now these two members of the Human Race have breached the Saint's defense and continue to fight.

Could they truly wound the Saint with Quasi‑Saint strength?

Before this, only Zhou Yi had used the Human Race's fortune to achieve a similar feat.

Now is the Human Race about to create a second miracle? And this time solely by its own strength.

Everyone thought so, their gazes growing ever more eager as they stared at the battlefield, awaiting the next miracle.

However, reality dealt them a blow.

Just as Hen Ren and Ye Yi's weapons were about to touch Nüwa, a red embroidered sphere suddenly appeared, followed by a blinding flash.

The two had no time to react and were violently knocked back.

"You have underestimated the Saint's power."

Nüwa's cold voice rang out, the red sphere, under her control, surged straight toward Ye Yi.

Ye Yi only saw darkness before him, unable to dodge, and collided directly with the red sphere.

His body slammed at high speed into the nearby hill.

In an instant, the hill collapsed under the massive impact, turning into countless stones that raised clouds of dust.

Although Hen Ren used celestial light to partially fend off Nüwa's attack, against absolute power this resistance quickly collapsed.

His entire aura suddenly solidified, a spray of blood erupted, and he fell helplessly to the ground.

Ye Yi gritted his teeth against the searing pain in his chest, clutching his chest, and struggled to crawl out of the hill's rubble.

Nüwa lifted her hand lightly, and Zhou Yi let out an even more mournful wail.

At this moment, his complexion was as pale as ash, most of his Human Race destiny stripped away, his life flame flickering toward extinction, seemingly not long for this world.

Fang Yun inhaled deeply, a resolute gleam flashing in his eyes.

He slowly set down the jade brush, righteous Qi surging like a tide within, his whole body enveloped by golden light.

Nüwa looked up at Fang Yun, her heart full of doubt and contempt.

What does this Human Race youngster intend? Does he still hope to alter the destined outcome?

Yet Fang Yun's next words shocked Nüwa greatly.

"The heavens and earth are heartless, treating all things as straw dogs."

Fang Yun said the line in a low, steady tone, the final words almost forced out between clenched teeth.

As soon as the words fell, the righteous Qi around him vanished instantly, and Fang Yun's complexion turned as white as snow, his aura nearly disappearing entirely.

His action was undoubtedly leaking heavenly secrets, exposing them to the entire Vast Wilderness World.

Such conduct brings extremely severe consequences.

Yet the effect manifested immediately.

That righteous Qi, at the crucial moment, unexpectedly mobilized the Heavenly Dao's power, like an invisible chain temporarily restraining Nüwa.

The Kongtong Seal, which had once shone and ravenously absorbed Human Race destiny, now dimmed slightly.

"Do you think this can stop me?"

Nüwa's heart was angry, not understanding why these people were making such futile attempts.

People surged forward one after another, but is this really effective? In her view, it's merely a hopeless resistance.

At this moment, three individuals each displayed a different state: one with a snow‑white pallor, one struggling hard amid the rubble, and one tightly suppressed, unable to move.

Nüwa thought the Human Race no longer had the strength to threaten her.

The people, once full of hope, after witnessing all this, couldn't help but feel dimmed.

The Saint's power far exceeds their imagination; today they are likely doomed.

Di Hong and his companions had long been poised, ready to act swiftly in the crisis, to lead Zhou Yi to escape.

Just as Di Hong was about to act, Yu Qiang suddenly stretched out his hand to signal him to stop, "What is that?"

Yu Qiang's voice revealed a hint of surprise.

The crowd looked up at the words, and saw a speck of light in the sky gradually enlarging, like a fireball descending from heaven.

This scene was not unfamiliar to Nüwa; clearly the newcomer meant ill, and the target was most likely Zhou Yi.

The fireball hovered in midair; the flames dispersed, replaced by a thick black mist spreading outward.

"Nüwa, do you think that once the Human Race escapes your control, you want to forcibly pull them back?" The voice from within the black mist made everyone's ears ring. "When you let the Demon Race slaughter the Human Race, where were you?"

"Why only now step forward to deal with the hero protecting Human Race interests?"

Nüwa's expression was ever‑changing. "Why have you fallen silent? Are you the Human Race's guardian or the Demon Race's leader?" The voice in the black mist sounded again, laced with mockery and contempt.

"Who are you?"

"Kid, I'm called Yu Hao." As the ink‑black mist gradually dissipated, Yu Hao's face emerged, showing no fear before the mighty Nüwa.

"Another Quasi Saint appears; do you think you can change anything?" Nüwa's words carried obvious impatience.

The prolonged battle left her weary, especially those sudden rebels, who kept testing her limits.

"Even a tiny insect should know its place." Nüwa lightly raised her hand; a force of law bearing endless authority swept toward Yu Hao. In an instant the heavens changed color, space trembled, and wherever it reached the void rippled with layers of waves.