Chapter 95: Nuwa Surrenders

"Brother Daoist Tian Yuan, what are you doing?"

Tian Yuan, who was busily capturing members of the Witch and Demon Clans, suddenly heard a slightly puzzled female voice beside his ear.

Tian Yuan felt a start in his heart; through the dazzling divine abilities and techniques, he spotted a dignified figure waiting in the distance, staring over with a pair of beautiful eyes.

The Demon Emperor and the Ancestral Witches had not discovered him, yet Nuwa had been the first to spot him.

The Witch-Demon War had been going on for some time, and only now did Tian Yuan realize he hadn't seen her from the very beginning.

Tian Yuan's mind raced, but he replied calmly, "I cannot bear to see them perish in the Great Calamity, so I have come to save them."

As he spoke, Tian Yuan casually swept away two peak Taiyi Golden Immortal fellows who were fighting.

Nuwa had no heart for the Witch-Demon War; her appearance here must be out of concern for Fuxi's safety.

As for why she discovered him, it was likely due to the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil.

This Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure was linked to Nuwa's path to enlightenment, so it was only reasonable that she felt a connection.

Judging by her expression, she did not seem to intend to report him.

Nuwa was clearly stunned, and her gaze toward Tian Yuan became increasingly strange.

The Witch and Demon Clans were not like the Spiritual Roots on Mount Buzhou; they could not be protected simply by shielding them a little.

The Wu Clan and the Demon Court had already become major powers, both gathering Heaven and Earth Luck, and there was absolutely no possibility of them coexisting peacefully.

Even if they were separated temporarily, what of it? A battle was ultimately unavoidable, and besides, the number of the myriad races was vast.

Relying solely on Tian Yuan's individual strength was like trying to put out a cartload of burning firewood with a single cup of water.

This was also the reason she had repeatedly urged her brother to stay away from Di Jun and Taiyi, but unfortunately, her brother would not listen, and now he was sinking deeper and deeper.

"The myriad living beings are so numerous, and besides, this is a struggle for Luck..." Nuwa frowned, leaving the rest of her words unsaid.

Heaven and Earth Luck concerned the future of both clans; it was absolutely impossible for the Wu Clan and the Demon Race to coexist in the Primordial World.

Tian Yuan grinned. "Human effort can achieve anything; I will save as many as I can!"

While he spoke, the movements of Tian Yuan's hands did not slow down.

Nuwa felt somewhat indifferent; now that the Tribulation Qi of heaven and earth had arisen, it was incredibly difficult to extricate oneself, and her gaze drifted unconsciously toward Fuxi in the distance.

She did not wish to be involved in the battle between the two clans, yet Fuxi was so devoted to the Demon Court that a rift had formed in their relationship as siblings.

Nuwa did not know why; her brother, who had always doted on her so much, was acting willfully on this one matter, and she now had no way to stop him.

Withdrawing her gaze, Nuwa looked at the drifting yellow clouds in the sky and thought of Tian Yuan's uniqueness.

He had always kept a low profile on Mount Buzhou, had never even gone to Purple Heaven Palace, and seemed to know his own future path.

After a moment of hesitation, Nuwa's ethereal voice came through: "Brother Daoist, could you point me toward a clear path?"

With the Heavenly Tribulation rising, Nuwa was very worried about Fuxi's safety, but she could not stay by his side at all times.

As the Tribulation Qi spread, the resonance between them had been weakened, and as the war intensified, this situation would only become more severe.

Tian Yuan, who was nimbly sweeping away a crowd of figures, paused and looked toward Nuwa in the distance.

Tian Yuan naturally understood the meaning behind her words.

"Help me capture some members of the Witch and Demon Clans, and you can save that Fuxi's life!" Tian Yuan's leisurely voice drifted over.

Long ago, Tian Yuan had wanted to knock out the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace one by one and throw them into the Consciousness Space, letting them sort and purify the Earth Veins while incidentally manifesting more laws.

But now, seeing the horror of the Great Calamity and so many beings perishing, he thought that the Primordial World also needed people to manage it.

And the Nuwa before him, one of the future Six Saints of Heaven and Earth, was undoubtedly the best candidate.

If Nuwa could listen to advice, he wouldn't mind giving her some pointers; it wouldn't matter if she created humans or something else, and he could incidentally coordinate with her to capture Fuxi.

As Tian Yuan pondered this, Nuwa's expression changed drastically.

Save Fuxi's life? Tian Yuan was certain that her brother would perish in the Great Calamity.

These words from Tian Yuan, which sounded like a curse, did not make Nuwa angry; instead, she felt a vague intuition that what he said was not false.

"Fine!" After only a slight hesitation, Nuwa agreed to Tian Yuan's request.

Tian Yuan was unwilling to harm even the Spiritual Roots, so Nuwa still somewhat believed his claim about saving the Witch and Demon Clans.

It was just that this Stone Man of Buzhou Mountain was too mysterious; she knew far too little about Tian Yuan.

Hm? Nuwa's readiness caught Tian Yuan slightly off guard.

Surprised, he looked up and down at the delicate figure in the distance.

Fuxi and his sister were born at the foot of Mount Buzhou and were Innate Sacreds; rumor had it they were transformed from the eggs of the Pangu Great God, though he did not know if it was true.

But regardless, Nuwa was indeed worthy of being one of the future Six Saints of Heaven and Earth, and the first to become a Saint at that—she had great resolve.

Tian Yuan unconsciously thought of Fuxi; logically, with Nuwa being so extraordinary, Fuxi should not be any worse.

His Divination Art was unrivaled in the Primordial World, yet in the end, he had perished in the Great Calamity.

Without waiting for Tian Yuan to speak again, Nuwa's figure flashed and faded into the air.

The slightly falling Demon Qi began to spread across the firmament, and from time to time, individual figures disappeared into thin air.

"An unexpected gain, indeed!" Tian Yuan stroked his chin, too lazy to overthink it; capturing living beings was more important.

As time passed, it was only a matter of time before Dijiang and Taiyi found out.

Having one more person helping now would undoubtedly allow him to capture more members of the Witch and Demon Clans.

More importantly, if he wanted to ambush the Demon Emperor or any of the Ancestral Witches in the future, he could completely ask for Nuwa's help.

As for saving Fuxi's life, that was simple: once caught, just toss him into the Buzhou Mountain Consciousness Space, and it would be done.

Nuwa was happy, and he was happy too—killing two birds with one stone. Excited, Tian Yuan immediately felt even more motivated!

To avoid leaving large blank areas, Tian Yuan moved slightly toward the distance.

The Witch-Demon battle did not involve only the Demon Race of the Demon Court; on the Eastern Land, figures also leaped up from time to time.

They were the remaining Demon Race, and because they were affected by the Tribulation Qi, they also poured into the great battle.

Tian Yuan had no idea how many beings were participating in the war; in any case, looking out now, the sky and the ground within his sight were filled with figures in chaotic combat.

Tian Yuan was capturing them excitedly when a figure fled over from afar, accompanied by Huluwa's slightly surprised voice.

"Father Mountain! That Nuwa is competing with us for people!"

Huluwa had long since sensed the aura of the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, but for the sake of Father Mountain's instructions, he just exerted himself to capture the living beings.

Who would have thought he would run into a peer, and it was Nuwa, whom he had seen on Mount Buzhou in the past.

"It is fine, she is helping me capture them."

Tian Yuan responded softly, then asked casually: "Huluwa, how many have you captured now?"

Watching the yellow clouds of Tian Yuan sweep past and figures disappear one by one in an instant, Huluwa felt somewhat depressed.

"In order to hide my methods, my efficiency cannot compare to Father Mountain!"

His Treasure Gourd could not be deployed like the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, and more importantly, he had to hide his tracks, so he was much slower.

Scanning the surroundings, Tian Yuan suggested: "Then you should focus your targets on the Taiyi Golden Immortals and Great Luo Golden Immortals."

As long as there is enough magic power, the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil can expand boundlessly.

If it were not to avoid being too eye-catching, the number of living beings Tian Yuan captured would only be greater.

The two exchanged a few more words, then separated and fled in their respective directions.

The blood mist and Demon aura shrouded a vast expanse of heaven and earth, becoming the best barrier for Tian Yuan and the others.

Even if the Demon Race or the Wu Clan occasionally felt something strange, they were already locked in the battle circle and were equally helpless.

As for the several Demon Emperors and Ancestral Witches, unless a Demon Saint or Great Witch fell, nothing could attract their attention.

Unfortunately, what Tian Yuan and the others were doing was merely taking away the Witch and Demon Clans; how would they pay special attention to this?

At this moment, Fuxi, who was evenly matched in battle with Zhurong, kept casting his gaze toward the distant battle circle.

Nuwa was also a Demon Emperor of the Demon Court, yet she had failed to appear in such a great battle, and Fuxi originally had a little temper in his heart.

But just now, he had actually sensed Nuwa's aura in the battle circle; how could this not make Fuxi happy?

His little sister had always been unable to understand his actions, but now, had she finally approved of him?

Finally, in his constant searching, Fuxi sensed Nuwa's fluctuations.

Following the surging of Nuwa's aura, Fuxi clearly saw several figures of the Wu Clan disappear.

"Hah! This can be considered a good start!" Regarding Nuwa not appearing in the Ancestral Witches' battle circle, Fuxi just assumed she still had a little temper.

Choosing to take action against the Wu Clan at least indicated that his little sister had already approved of his decision and approved of the Demon Court.

Fuxi, who was happy in his heart, suddenly frowned slightly; he seemed to have seen several members of the Demon Race. Just as Fuxi was about to look closely, a roar exploded in his ears.

"Roar! How dare you let your mind wander while fighting me!"

Under the feet of Zhurong, who was shrouded in flames, two fire dragons roared, surging over with wild momentum.

Fuxi glanced at his opponent, his hands dancing repeatedly, and an inexplicable energy emerged. His figure moved nimbly through the void, his peripheral vision still looking toward the distance.

Zhurong was very annoyed because, due to his slow speed, he had not picked Di Jun or Taiyi, so he had chosen Fuxi, who was also a Demon Emperor.

He did not expect this person to be shrouded in strange energy, always able to easily avoid his attacks.

Having fought for so long, Zhurong felt like he had been fighting with air.

Although the opponent also could not break his defense, it undoubtedly made Zhurong very annoyed, and he could not help but think of that fellow Gonggong.

Having chased after Kunpeng earlier and leaving, there had been no movement for so long, and he did not know how things were.

As Zhurong thought this, his line of sight swept across the dense Great Sun Golden Flame in the Starry Sky.

Glancing at the still distracted Fuxi, Zhurong pulled back and shot directly toward the top.

The Great Sun Golden Flame was one of the Four Great Chaos Primordial Spirits, and he, the Ancestral Witch of Fire, really wanted to try it.

"What exactly is little sister doing?" At this moment, Fuxi finally discovered Nuwa's strangeness.

She not only captured the Wu Clan, but she actually did not even spare the Demon Race of the Demon Court.

As her figure flew through the battle circle, figures there would constantly disappear.

Fuxi's face darkened, and he leaped to chase after Zhurong quickly.

He did not know what his little sister was doing, but it was now very obvious that he could not pull himself away.

Zither music rippled out from between his five fingers, and ripples appeared in the space above Zhurong's head.

Zhurong, who was originally fleeing quickly toward the top, began to gradually slow down and was caught up by Fuxi in an instant.

Fuxi noticed Nuwa's appearance, and Nuwa in the battle circle also sensed Fuxi's attention.

"I hope I do not ruin the important matters of Brother Tian Yuan!" She was clearly already very far away, but unfortunately, their relationship was very close.

With a worried look on her face, Nuwa then accelerated the speed of capturing the Witch and Demon Clans.

(End of this chapter)