Chapter 437

"Eh? What inside response? What outside harmony? I don't understand anything at all!"

"Nüwa strained to widen her eyes, her head shaking like a rattle drum, as if she truly didn't understand anything, unable to comprehend Fuxi's words."

"Tsk… tsk tsk… you're just pretending, stubbornly pretending." Fuxi said calmly, "Among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, there are two who can really endure; they never showed up before—you guess who I think it will be?"

"How would I know?" Nüwa lifted her head, looking innocent, "Although I'm a member of the Ancestral Witches, holding the position of Houtu… well, you know—back then, to avoid being wiped out together, we all held secretive gatherings, heads tucked in, tails hidden; who knew who was on the other side?"

"Not clear!"

"Alright, alright." Fuxi rose calmly, "Since you say that, I can't be bothered to pursue it further."

"But…"

"Young Nüwa, I advise you to look after yourself—after all, your deity isn't very bright, so you need to be careful lest one day, sending a meat bun to beat a dog yields no return, losing both wife and troops."

"Alright…" He raised his head, gazing through the hall's vault, "The messenger Báizé will arrive shortly."

"He wants to meet you and extend an invitation. As for me, I'll no longer be in the way here."

"After all, besides being the Human Race's Kitchen-Dwelling Sovereign, I also serve as the Xihuang of the Heavenly Court, right?"

"After all, I never ended up breaking face with the Heavenly Court."

"When helping you work as a laborer among the Human Race, be more diligent, put in more effort, be more conscientious; when working in the Heavenly Court, I'm constantly stealing a salary, being lazy, slacking off, cutting corners… Considering our sibling relationship, there's an implicit bias, so nobody wants to say anything, and it's just accepted."

"But if one's stance is made clear… tsk, although nobody dares to say anything, my conscience would also feel a hidden reproach—how embarrassing would that be!"

"I am a deity with integrity!"

"Fuxi was carefree and unbothered, saying he'd leave and just left."

"Leaving Nüwa in the hall, she watched his back, "Integrity… didn't you already lose it in the previous eon? Now you still have the cheek to mention it?"

"Fuxi's figure staggered a bit."

"Nüwa kept muttering, "You'll drive the old brother to his death without compensation—squeezing the Heavenly Dao, making him turn white-haired at a young age; bullying the younger sister, confiscating her private funds…"

"In the history of your deity's rise, it's been stained with the blood, tears, and sweat of many primordial divinities… therefore, in this era, you're being treated as a major boss!"

"Although reverence and admiration aren't false, if possible, nobody wants someone like you—formidable in ability, mentality, and courage—to regain control of the cosmos' great authority—otherwise, one day when dealing with shady money, we'd have to look left and right, hearts in our throats, how exhausting!"

"If someone else were Pangu, lacking that ruling ability, everyone could just loaf around… how nice would that be!"

"The new Pangu taking office represents the gods' dreams, withstanding your pressure and holding up a sky—wow, just thinking about it makes the sky seem bluer, the moon rounder, the air fresher…"

"Nüwa murmured, expounding in self-talk the 'trend' of the new era's Pangu, and how a certain ancient leader's influence has waned—once he long dominated others behind the scenes, now it's his turn to be sidelined, becoming a brand‑new rubber stamp."

"Although diligent when used to stamp, appearing frequently in all kinds of occasions, yet it's like 'Lord Ye's love of dragons'."

"Fuxi's steps paused, his back turned to Nüwa; at this moment the corner of his mouth twitched, once, again."

"However, he pondered briefly, then said nothing, flicked his sleeves, and swayed out of the hall like a wind, as if wanting to distance himself from this sorrowful place."

""Hiahia!" Nüwa crossed her arms, self‑satisfied, "Old brother's mentality has collapsed! Mentality collapsed!""

"You dare say to my face that I'm not very smart?"

"This is stabbing my heart!"

"Then don't blame me for stabbing back!"

"Humming happily, she proceeded to handle affairs in the hall, while also awaiting the visit of the Yao Marshal Báizé, going through the procedures, arranging related matters, so that one day she could ascend to the Heavenly Court to preside over Di Jun's wedding."

"Just…"

"What Nüwa doesn't realize is."

"That wind‑like man, after walking far away from the Human Race's highest hall, suddenly halted, his grim expression vanishing instantly, the corner of his mouth no longer twitching."

"Foolish sister."

"You think these words alone could shake my heart and mind?"

"Heh… I have never longed for the so‑called 'court filled with upright officials'!"

"Fuxi stood with hands behind his back, taking in the universe and earth beneath his gaze, cold‑laughing incessantly."

"Three thousand Great Luo, three thousand divinities… I know too well the nature of that lot."

"Therefore, I forever uphold this principle—"

"Teammates sacrifice to Heaven, their magic is boundless!"

"Word must be deed, deed must bear fruit!"

"I've always done it this way!"

"They're quite mischievous, treating me as a major boss?"

"No problem."

"As long as I act as their father once more, thoroughly disciplining each of them, then there will be no problem at all."

"Fuxi withdrew his gaze, "Well, you lot of Pangu candidates… hey!"

"Their abilities aren't high, yet they jump about more eagerly than the next, each forming their own gang, hanging themselves up, becoming bosses."

"If you all unite with one heart, I can only say, 'willing to slay the traitor but powerless to turn the tide.'"

"Now then…"

"Junzhong is a boss, seen by many as the biggest stumbling block on the Pangu path; in extreme cases, an alliance is needed to subdue him."

"Little sis, you're also a boss—the stumbling block before Junzhong's stumbling block, and you too need to be overturned."

"Oh, right!"

"And there's the pitiful Dragon Ancestor—no one minds his opinion, they just arbitrarily appoint him as a boss, then start obsessing over his head—well, he actually doesn't deserve pity; who let him also aspire to be Honghuang's second‑generation Pangu, the next Pangu, to rise to ultimate boss?"

"These days…"

"On the road to Pangu, it's truly that the whole world is against us!"

"There's no such thing as friends; even cooperation is only temporary, and the only possible relationships in the end are two kinds——"

"Enemies and subordinates!"

"But what does this have to do with me?"

Fuxi let out a scornful laugh.

Fight! Fight! The fiercer the fight, the better!

If you don't start fighting and muddy the waters…… how can I fish in troubled waters in there?

Only at the end will it be easy to give you a big surprise.

Do you really think I, this big boss, can only be a background board that shows up at the end, whose only role is to congratulate the new Pangu, express agreement that he is the perfect exemplar of the new era, and be the savior of humanity and all beings?

He let out a cold snort, stepped forward with a stride that recognized no kin, and set out again.

I refuse!

I will make you open your eyes, broaden your horizons, know what is a treacherous human heart, what is utter lack of conscience—final boss goes undercover in the novice village, becomes the village's most handsome guy, bears the village's hopes, as one of the heroes goes to save the era, on the eve of victory backstabs all teammates, shocking the Honghuang Great Calamity.

……

I already know the sincerity released by the Heavenly Court.

Nüwa met Báizé.

At this moment she sat properly and solemnly, communicating in a straightforward manner, without beating around the bush, getting straight to the point.

I can accept it; when the time comes, I will personally officiate the wedding for Di Jun.

Even if I need to, as the Sovereign of Creation, bless the Novice…… and also give Di Jun a plug, encouraging the Demon Race to reproduce.

Your Highness Nüwa's noble conduct……" Báizé praised."

Don't get too happy too soon." Nüwa raised her hand to signal, cutting off Báizé's praise, "In this matter, there is a problem that needs to be resolved."

Please speak, Your Highness." Báizé adopted a solemn expression."

In the previous Chaos battle, I had already made my position clear, representing the Wu Clan, and torn my face with the Heavenly Court…… under these circumstances, would it be inappropriate to preside over the wedding again?

Will the people of the Demon Race take my words as a joke?

Ha!" Báizé chuckled, "I thought it was some big deal; turns out it's just this little difficulty."

He had a shameless look, 'Does the Heavenly Court currently have the authority to strip the Empress of her throne?'

Right?

Besides… it was the Chaos battle; apart from those at the Grand Luo level, who saw it?!

As long as the Wu Clan and Demon Race join forces and put up a front, wouldn't that work?

Báizé was quite the rogue, 'As long as we both deny it.'

Even with just a small use of some means, we can jointly influence the memory of all humanity……

Whether it's releasing Bagua information to divert the masses' attention, or outright spending money—three hundred merit crystals—to make the informed collectively forget……

Haven't we already done these things countless times?

Back when the myriad gods rose, looking at today's great powerful beings, how many of them had a clean first fortune?

Being too pure also makes it hard to stand out from others…… but in the end, isn't all the black history just sunk to the bottom of the river of time?

To investigate these dark histories, unless one is also a Grand Luo, it's impossible.

Moreover, there's also the existence of Fellow Daoist Rahu.

Báizé spread his arms wide, and for a moment his evil aura was overwhelmingly vast.

So……" Nüwa fell into thought."

So, if handled properly, all difficulties are not difficulties." Báizé said with deep meaning."

Fellow Daoist Nüwa, you won't be stripped of your throne…… you hold the authority over life of humanity and all beings, and the Heavenly Court always has a place for you.

As long as you don't face the masses and issue a declaration of breaking away from the Heavenly Court…… we'll help you keep this lid on!

Keeping the lid on, would that even work?" Nüwa laughed, "Once the Wu Clan–Demon Race war erupts, countless Demon Race members will fight to the death, and the Heavenly Court's rulers will personally lead the charge…… in all this, my absence would shake the hearts of the demons—how could they not waver?

Isn't there an omnipotent Dao Ancestor?" Báizé chuckled lightly, "We can simply say——

It is because of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun's decree, which sternly demands that you, a Saint of the Demon Race, must not interfere in the overall situation, must reside beyond the heavens, and open the Nüwa Palace…… even if you wish to protect the Demon Race's people, you cannot intervene!

Watching countless people fight to the death, I can only weep in sorrow within the Nüwa Palace!

Thus, if you do not appear as Nüwa in the later battles, then everything will be fine!

……" Nüwa's eyes widened slightly, she clapped her hands, "Great idea!"

Exactly, Dao Ancestor Hongjun might not be happy about it!

Is that important?" Báizé retorted, "Just like the Demon Ancestor Rahu…… he has declared responsibility for some terror incident involving countless 'Rahu remnants', and has been dissatisfied for a long, long time.

But he's imprisoned; what can he do?

Now the Dao Ancestor has merged with the Heavenly Dao; unless aided by a Pangu figure or he himself proves to be Pangu, his true form can't easily step out of the Zi Xiao Palace…… will our Heavenly Court still be afraid of him?

What's the big deal about sending him a pot?

Báizé felt a surge of fierce determination.

Good! Good! Good!" Nüwa's face full of smiles, "Exactly this is the principle!

However, I see your plans aren't simple either…… despite such promises, even if I fail in my rebellion of humanity against heaven, I still retain the rights of the Demon Emperor.

But as an exchange, in this great calamity I cannot summon the Demon Race as Nüwa, dealing a heavy blow to the Heavenly Court's cohesion.

After reckoning, I seem to be at a loss?

How can this be called a loss?" Báizé rebutted, "We've reduced your risk of total loss, thereby likewise reducing your potential gain—isn't that a fair trade?

Furthermore……

If you don't cause us trouble on this matter…… then we won't make things difficult for you in your arrangements between humanity and the Wu Clan.

Are you threatening me?" Nüwa raised her eyebrows."

No no……" Báizé shook his head repeatedly, "Just stating a fact.

Now everyone stands at a crossroads.

Regarding the future development of the Human Dao, is the competition between the Wu Clan and Demon Race about being better or being worse?

If you want to compare who's worse.

Then the Heavenly Court won't bother with any reforms anymore, nor care about losses; we'll just specialize in causing trouble for you.

Conversely.

You play with your bloodline fusion and institutional reform; we play with our civilizational transformation and consciousness shift.

Furthermore, we can even tacitly eliminate each other's internal troublemakers, purifying our forces.

Báizé said this, a flash of cold light flickered in his eyes, and the whole deity acquired an iron-blooded aura of boundless carnage.

Please elaborate. Nüwa sat upright.

We all have a painful period of reform; in this process, some people's interests will inevitably be harmed... Báizé said softly, "If they're unhappy, what do we do about them turning traitor?"

So, why not do this—let the two sides sign an agreement, with mutual understanding.

Let all these traitors go die; only the obedient can survive.

From time to time we launch a small-scale campaign, which serves to train troops, hone coordination, and also tacitly cleanse those harboring different ambitions.

Those who aren't of one mind with us have no need to live—otherwise, who knows when they'll cause trouble?

Listening to Báizé's words, Nüwa's eyes flickered.

This is a very good idea.

Of course. Báizé smiled in response, "After all, back in the Dragon and Phoenix era, we played it this way, purging many who refused to follow orders, letting them meet their demise under the pretense of being spies planted by the Rahu Demon Ancestor."

(End of chapter)