Chapter 85: Imprisonment

"Why again?"

"Isn't there already a Witch-slaying Sword?"

Nüwa's words were full of doubt and displeasure, lingering in the air for a long time.

She had long heard of the Demon Race forging the Witch-slaying Sword; in fact, most events within the Demon Race were hard to escape her sight. Few things could hide from her eyes.

Seeing the Demon Race resume slaughter, the anger in her heart ignited like dry wood, blazing instantly.

The last time, for this very reason, the Human Race of the Vast Wilderness World developed a rift with her.

And now the order she had painstakingly established will again be shaken by this detestable Witch-slaying Sword incident.

"Sister, I already understand this matter."

"At the time I was impulsive and agreed."

"But once this sword is forged and combined with Di Qu's newly developed formation,"

"we are confident we can completely suppress the Witch Clan."

Mi Xi hesitated for a moment, then said something that surprised Nüwa even more: "Sister, join the Demon Race with me and become a Saint of the Demon Race."

"Now the Demon Race's fortunes are flourishing, not inferior at all to the Human Race."

Hearing her brother's words, Nüwa tried to calm the surging aura within her, momentarily unsure how to respond. She knew the Demon Race's power was immense, an undeniable fact.

However, Di Qu and Taiyi Shen were like two timed bombs that could explode at any moment.

At the founding of the Demon Race, they had vigorously invited her to join, but because of her brother, she chose to observe. As she attained sainthood, they no longer mentioned it.

Lately, their ambitions have gradually become apparent, like an inflating balloon. She realized they had not asked her for assistance.

Instead, they kept contact through her brother, actually hoping to use the Demon Race's fortunes to elevate themselves to the saintly throne.

Under these circumstances, how could they truly accept her and let her absorb the Demon Race's fortunes?

"Brother, I know this wasn't led by you; the two of them went too far."

"It's practically slapping my face; haven't you considered how your sister feels as a Saint?"

The races she repeatedly tried to create have all been hunted by them.

If I don't intervene, they will deem me weak and exploitable; where will my authority remain?

Nüwa's voice echoed in the air, her face flushed with anger.

Mi Xi's expression shifted instantly and unpredictably; seeing his sister's current attitude and condition, he realized this persuasion would not succeed easily, and he couldn't help but lament inwardly.

"Brother, for my sister's sake, please step aside."

"Let me go out and give them a lesson, otherwise they'll never understand how to respect me."

This time, Nüwa's resolve was unusually firm; her aura rose steadily, even pushing her own brother aside.

Mi Xi thought quickly; he knew that if his sister truly went into Demon Race territory to cause trouble, many unknown risks would arise.

A moment later, he hurriedly said, "We can delineate a protection zone around the Newcomer Race; the Newcomer Race is now strong and no longer as fragile as before.

There's no need to wait until they're slaughtered to the brink to forge new weapons. As long as we can protect them, in a hundred years the Newcomer Race will once again thrive."

Breaking through the Saint's imposing pressure, Mi Xi approached his sister.

Nüwa looked at her brother's serious expression, felt a surge of emotion, and sighed with a hint of helplessness and compromise, "Brother, you always make it hard for me to decide."

Recalling past years, on the cultivation path her brother had always cared for and protected her; when faced with difficulties, he was like a mountain standing before her.

Before attaining sainthood, any problem was solved by relying on her brother. Those memories rose, and Nüwa felt compassion, "I can grant your request."

Hearing this, Mi Xi's face showed joy, but the joy did not last long, because Nüwa immediately added, "But brother, a Saint cannot be taken lightly; this time, regardless, I must act."

Mi Xi's expression changed abruptly; just as he was about to speak, Nüwa bound him with her staff, as if trapped in an invisible prison, completely immobile.

"The Demon Race's current boldness is only because I did not act, leading them to mistakenly think they are strong enough to ignore my authority,"

Nüwa's voice was cold and merciless, "Rest assured, I will fulfill my promise. This Witch-slaying Sword will be a gift to the Demon Race, also compensation for the two Demon Emperors being attacked."

Despite her inner fury, Nüwa still made this decision.

Mi Xi, within the barrier, exerted all his magical power, trying to transmit the information outward.

However, all his efforts seemed futile.

Immediately after, Nüwa surged upward, carrying the trapped Mi Xi straight toward the Demon Court's Heavenly Court.

Inside the Heavenly Court, Taiyi Shen and Di Qu were intoxicated by visions of the future, their gazes fixed on mortal changes, faces radiating ecstasy.

At this moment, the Witch-slaying Sword was more than half finished, and the cries of suffering from the Newcomer Race echoed from the mortal world, sounding to them like a beautiful melody, the most enchanting celestial music.

They seemed to foresee that once the Witch-slaying Sword was forged, the Witch Clan would tremble under the Demon Race's pressure, utterly defenseless.

Thinking that the Demon Race would soon dominate the Vast Wilderness, the two became uncontrollably excited.

"Brother, do you think Mi Xi can really succeed?" Taiyi Shen snapped back, his face showing worry as he asked Di Qu beside him, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

After all, they were about to face a Saint's wrath, which filled his heart with unease.

Di Qu, as if splashed with cold water, slowly came back from his reverie, sighing, "No matter what, we must trust him. Last time, Mi Xi helped us obtain this opportunity; this time we can only rely on him as well."

His tone mixed with helplessness, "Given his and her relationship, there should be some certainty."

Before the words finished, a sudden surge of powerful force swept down from the sky, striking the Demon Court directly.

In an instant, the entire Demon Court was engulfed by a superstorm, massive saintly might radiating outward.

The Demon Race's Heavenly Mandate Golden Crow manifested, emitting a sharp cry, attempting to resist the overwhelming pressure.

Taiyi Shen and Di Qu seemed pressed down by a massive stone, barely able to rise; they strained to look up and barely caught sight of Nüwa's figure!

"Little brother, it seems this plan has failed," Di Qu chuckled wryly, looking at Taiyi Shen.

At this moment, the Donghuang Bell atop Taiyi Shen's head materialized; with its power, Taiyi Shen could breathe, his face a mix of fear and relief.

"Moreover, even Mi Xi has been imprisoned by her."

Taiyi Shen's voice trembled slightly.

Both turned quickly, seeing Mi Xi trapped within a transparent, indestructible barrier, repeatedly pounding yet achieving nothing, forced to watch helplessly.

Taiyi Shen and Di Cun's hearts suddenly sank, realizing they might soon face an unprecedented disaster.

This sudden turn of events instantly spread throughout the Vast Wilderness World, drawing everyone's attention.