Chapter 54: Seeking One

Yu Hao felt a massive pressure suddenly surge, as if the whole world were pressing down on him.

He moved swiftly, trying to evade the force, but the black mist around him was also thinned considerably by the impact.

"So that's all your skill is; I thought you were more impressive," Nüwa thought sarcastically.

In front of him, she was like a deity; a tiny quasi‑saint could not pose any threat to her.

"I know that with my strength I pose no threat to you," Yu Hao said calmly. "But in Honghuang, does even a hint of justice not exist?" His voice, though even, echoed through heaven and earth.

Nüwa felt a surge of irritation at Yu Hao's calm gaze. She is a supreme Saint, yet in the eyes of the Human Race there is not the slightest awe. Remembering that someone had openly defied her before, her anger became hard to restrain.

"I am the Heavenly Dao Saint, representing the Heavenly Dao; how dare you call me selfish and unjust?" she demanded.

As her words rang out, thunder and lightning clashed in the sky, clearly showing that the Heavenly Dao was extremely displeased with such public accusation.

"You did indeed bestow a great favor by creating the Human Race, but it was merely a pawn for your path to sainthood," Yu Hao continued. "In a sense, we are nothing more than tools for you to achieve your goals."

Nüwa's complexion shifted slightly. "Do you think I favor the Demon Race and disregard the Human Race?"

"Exactly so," Yu Hao's voice grew more fervent. "In your eyes, our lives and deaths are of no consequence, aren't they?" The Human Race, a thousand li away, had long sensed this, but hearing it stated outright still left them deeply shocked.

"The Human Race's words are truly sharp," a bystander muttered, feeling profound respect for Yu Hao and the others.

To sway a Saint's resolve merely with words is indeed difficult.

Of course, this also relates to Nüwa's own words and deeds. "Nüwa, what are you doing? Finish this quickly; why are you being swayed again by those few sentences?"

Taishang Laojun furrowed his brows, his face showing an ugly expression.

The scene before him felt oddly familiar; if it continued, history might repeat itself.

At this moment, Fang Yun, after barely gathering some strength, slowly rose to his feet; though his complexion remained pale, his gaze was resolute.

"Nüwa, after you attained sainthood, have you ever cared about us the Human Race again?"

"Your Human Race relies on self‑reliance; if not for your strong reproductive ability, you would have vanished long ago."

"But precisely because of that, we became prey for other races. Where were you then?"

Fang Yun's voice trembled slightly, yet was incredibly loud.

"Sui Huang led us out of the darkest era, teaching us how to survive, clothe ourselves, and build houses. Where were you then?" Fang Yun's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Nüwa's heart.

"You did create us and bestowed great favor, but during the Demon Race's slaughter, that kindness was repaid with countless lives," Fang Yun shouted.

At that moment, a surge of righteous qi gathered again in the heavens, and together with his words spread across the Honghuang lands.

The Vast Wilderness World stretched boundlessly; although the Wu Clan's and Demon Race's conflicts were the fiercest, the power of other races could not be ignored.

Until now, few knew much about the Human Race's affairs, let alone linked them to a Saint. Fang Yun's action aimed to expose the truth, letting everyone see the Saint's true face.

"How dare you," Nüwa fumed, her figure flashing as she charged at Fang Yun.

She had not been so enraged when confronting Ye Yi and Hen Ren, yet now Fang Yun's and Yu Hao's few words had provoked her to the utmost.

"Ha ha, to remain unknown you must have never done it. So‑called Saints are no different."

With a booming roar, the violet sky divine thunder descended; Nüwa's speed increased, as if she transcended time and space, lunging straight at Yu Hao.

The overwhelming aura warped the surrounding space. The black mist around Yu Hao vanished instantly, and a massive force struck, spouting a mouthful of fresh blood.

Immediately, Nüwa clutched Fang Yun's throat; the immense power turned his face deathly pale, leaving only a croaking sound from his throat, unable to utter a word.

"I should not have hesitated; I ought to have killed you outright," Nüwa's cold voice rang.

At the same time, Tongtian Jiaozhu in the Biyou Palace suddenly opened his eyes, and the words just spoken by Fang Yun and Yu Hao clearly materialized above the palace.

The Jie Sect's disciples heard some news, gaining a new understanding of Nüwa's actions. Influenced by Tongtian Jiaozhu, his disciples were very straightforward and brave. They dared to speak plainly and to act.

Soon, heated arguments echoed through the palace as everyone debated Nüwa's conduct.

Previously, they only knew that the Demon Race slaughtered the Human Race, never suspecting Nüwa's tacit approval behind it.

"Even the Asura Race created by the Underworld River was nurtured like a treasure, unlike Nüwa," Tongtian Jiaozhu sighed lightly. "This matter has escalated; Taishang's temperament suggests their involvement behind the scenes."

"No, I must go see for myself."

Having spoken, Tongtian Jiaozhu merged his entire being into the Qingping Sword, vanishing instantly, leaving only a faint spatial ripple.

At that moment, Nüwa's oppressive aura descended, as if heaven and earth were cracking; her power was unfathomable.

The surrounding valleys emitted a deep rumble; the soil and rocks in the mountains seemed to be toyed with by invisible hands, gradually dissipating in a bizarre manner, as if erasing Huang Guo and Huang Cheng from the world.

On Huang Cheng's walls, golden light flickered, a sturdy barrier stubbornly resisting the impending destruction.

"The merit treasure is indeed fine, but it's far from stopping me," Nüwa lightly parted her vermilion lips, her voice full of contempt.

She gently raised her hand and pushed; the wall that had once proudly stood between the two mountains instantly lost its support, slowly rising.

Although the golden light on the wall still shimmered, faced with Nüwa, the treasure that once blocked Taiyi Shen's attack appeared so powerless, easily tossed aside.

As the wall collapsed, the mountains began to crumble, and the houses below were instantly destroyed.

The hunting squad that had sworn at the city gate to hold the line was also blasted away by Nüwa's attack.

"Your words are indeed loud; if you were to spread these matters, it would truly cause me trouble," Nüwa said.

"However, when you die and the Human Race loses its pillars, I wonder if they would still dare to continue resisting me?" Nüwa said angrily.

Angered by Fang Yun's and Yu Hao's words, Nüwa again wielded her magic, drawing the Human Race's qi essence from Zhou Yi.

At this moment, Di Hong could no longer restrain the fury within; his towering figure moved like a rolling hill, charging fiercely at Nüwa with a force that could overturn mountains.

"Wu Clan, you are courting death," Nüwa snarled, her anger blazing as she saw the Wu Clan intervene.

In her view, the Wu Clan has always been a people that disrespects Saints. Had she not considered the aftermath of the Wu‑Yao War, she would have annihilated the Wu Clan today.

"Nüwa, you actually intend to solve the problem of being publicly accused with violence," Di Hong shouted angrily, while vigilantly scanning the surroundings.