Chapter 390: Nüwa Seeks Aid, the Great Formation Rises Again!

Not bad!

The Buddhist disciples have already started to act.

Those proficient in the Buddhist wondrous dharma, such as Guanyin and Kasyapa, are now chanting an unfathomable dharma.

In an instant, amidst the void, various profound and mysterious, ineffable immortal sounds resounded.

Under the cleansing of such immortal sounds, the terrifying calamity qi that once permeated heaven and earth, threatening to rend mind and spirit, gradually weakened.

Vast expanses of resentment were likewise purified thereby.

Meanwhile, those like the Golden-winged Great Peng who cultivate the Nine-turn Mystic Technique were full of vigilance, guarding against any impending crisis.

Beings could not help but believe that this time the Buddhist disciples' appearance was not to seize the opportunity to intervene in the Witch-Demon War.

But rather to come and deliver the endless dead spirits.

In other words, it is to save all beings.

"I never expected... the Buddhist Sect actually has such great righteousness!"

"Um... among all the holy Dao traditions, only the Buddhist Sect undertakes such salvation."

"It seems the Buddhist Sect now is no longer the entity we once knew."

Beings thus discussed heatedly, unable to calm.

Without doubt, beings all clearly understand that this Buddhist deed can accumulate fortune, merit, and so on.

Yet it cannot be denied that, amidst such earth-shaking wars, only the Buddhist disciples appear, risking themselves to save beings.

In the eyes of beings, this indeed counts as a righteous act.

Even in the minds of some cultivators, the impression of Jieyin and Zhunti, as well as Chen Ku and others, remains stuck at that shameless, vile level from the beginning.

Yet witnessing the Buddhist Sect like this today also greatly changed their views, shaking their hearts profoundly.

……

At the summit of Kunlun Mountain, inside the Hall of Three Purities.

The eternal clear qi was like solidified glazed tile, unchanging for millions of years.

The immortal cranes and milu deer in the mountains still bathe in the primordial spiritual mechanism, leisurely and content, unaware of the passage of ages.

But this timeless pure land now is permeated by an intangible oppression.

That heaviness stems from the three figures at the highest point of the hall.

They are sages of the Heavenly Dao, indestructible beings, the supreme symbol of the Mystic Sect Dao.

Yet now, on the faces of the Three Pure Ones, not a trace of the sages' serenity and transcendence can be seen.

Silence, a deathlike silence.

This silence itself is a kind of storm.

Finally, a faint ripple, barely perceptible, stirred in the aura of Taiqing Laozi.

His form, which seemed to merge with the void, for the first time revealed a clear outline.

Those eyes, ancient and unrippled, slowly opened.

There was no vast divine light, no turning of sun and moon, only a deep, unfathomable darkness.

"Hmph."

A cold snort, not like thunder, yet made the very laws of the Yuxu Palace tremble.

"That Buddhist Sect..."

Laozi paused, his voice low and heavy, each word seeming to be ground from the mill of the Great Dao, bearing the texture of metal on stone.

"Truly a fine scheme."

As a sage, his will had long since transcended the bounds of time and space.

In a single thought, the causal lines of the entire Wilderness battlefield clearly appeared before his eyes.

He 'saw'.

The sweeping Witch-Demon killing qi and endless resentment, amid the wails of countless beings, surged to the ninth heaven, enough to taint the Dao fruition of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Yet, one after another, gentle yet irresistible Buddhist light rose from the West.

Guanyin, Golden-winged Great Peng...

Those newly risen Buddhist strong ones chant the unheard-of salvation mantra; their magic transforms into golden lotuses and sweet rain, purifying one by one the resentful force capable of unbalancing heaven and earth.

With each purified resentful soul, each dispelled bit of killing qi,

there emerges an immense, invisible-to-the-naked-eye entity, which separates from the primordial chaos of heaven and earth and converges into a flow.

That is fortune!

It is the vast fortune capable of sustaining the prosperity of a supreme Dao orthodoxy for myriad ages!

One, ten, a hundred...

Finally, myriad fortunes converge into a boundless golden river, crossing endless void, mighty and unceasing, pouring into the barren western lands.

Mount Sumeru, shining!

The entire West is being utterly transformed by this fortune!

Laozi's eye corner twitched involuntarily.

His non-action Dao heart, cultivated through countless yuanhui, now gave rise to a flicker of scorching jealousy.

Circumstances forge heroes.

In this Wilderness, circumstances can likewise forge a supreme Dao orthodoxy!

How could he not want the Mystic Sect to gain a share in this heavenly earth great calamity?

The Ren Sect, the Chan Sect, the Jie Sect... the Three Purities Dao, renowned far and wide, possessing vast supernatural powers.

Yet, alas, there is no doctrine designed for purifying resentment and delivering true spirits.

Their Dao is lofty and exalted, it guides, it expounds, it seizes a thread of life.

But it has never been… cleaning up the remnants.

So, they could only watch helplessly.

Watching the Buddhist Sect, stepping on the bones of the two witch-goblin clans, they ascended to heaven in a single step.

"Damn it!"

A furious shout broke Laozi's train of thought, the voice containing an unstoppable, icy killing intent.

It was Yuanshi.

His visage was shrouded in auspicious clouds, indistinct, yet that bone-deep chill and arrogance now turned into tangible fury.

"Not just the Buddhist Sect!"

Yuanshi's gaze pierced the Nine Netherworlds, firmly fixed deep in the Underworld.

"Look at that Underworld!"

"Merit! Boundless merit!"

In his vision, the Netherworld Underworld was no longer that lifeless expanse of old.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation turned ceaselessly from ancient times, upon which the golden light of merit had almost become liquid, viscous as molten gold.

Every moment, countless witch-goblin true spirits, dragged by the might of heaven and earth, were involuntarily cast into the cycle of rebirth.

One living being's reincarnation equals one unit of merit.

The reincarnation of countless living beings—what a horrifying number that is!

The rolling tide of merit and fortune poured down like a golden rainstorm, flooding every corner of the Underworld.

Not an exaggeration.

The Underworld's gains in this battle already surpassed the total painstakingly cultivated over countless aeons by the Three Pure Ones' Dao tradition!

What almost made Yuanshi crush the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his hand was the Underworld's right of control!

The Great Emperor of Fengdu is Chen Ku's incarnation!

Dizang, having just attained the Dao, belongs to the Buddhist Sect!

The Asura clan, moreover, has countless ties with the Buddhist Sect!

This means that this tremendous boon, the Profound Gate cannot even touch its edge.

In the end, a large portion will still be divided up by the Buddhist Sect in various ways!

The Western Buddhist Sect, throughout this great calamity, has earned an unimaginable number.

They've made a killing!

This realization made Laozi's and Yuanshi's faces darken to the point of almost congealing into ice.

They are Heavenly Dao sages, players in the Primordial Wilderness chessboard.

But this time, they have become mere spectators.

"Ah..."

A long sigh, carrying endless complex emotions.

It was Tongtian.

He lacked Laozi's depth, nor Yuanshi's fury; his eyes instead revealed an indescribable fatigue and… shock.

"In the past, when we spoke of the West, we regarded it as barren and desolate."

His voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

"Now..."

Tongtian raised his head, his gaze seeming to pierce Kunlun, seeing the land shrouded in golden light, seeing those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of solemn, treasured countenance.

"Now, however, have we become existences whose backs we can scarcely chase?"

These words struck like a heavy hammer, smashing hard into the hearts of Laozi and Yuanshi.

Yes.

Chase?

How to chase?

Others eat meat, while they can't even get soup.

With one's gain the other's loss, the future gap between the Profound Gate and the Buddhist Sect will only grow wider.

"Chen Ku..."

Tongtian uttered that name, his voice soft, yet it made the temperature in the Hall of the Three Pure Ones drop another few degrees.

"That brat… what a terrifying scheme."

One sentence laid bare the heavenly secrets.

Everyone knows that the Buddhist Sect's present state is due to the two Western sages, Jieyin and Zhunti, being merely nominal leaders.

The one who truly turned all this into reality is the person who never actually appeared on the battlefield from start to finish.

Chen Ku.

Upon this thought, even the arrogant Tongtian was left with only astonishment and regret.

Laozi closed his eyes, shielding away the trace of emotion named "heaviness".

Yuanshi's killing intent all over his body also gradually withdrew, turning into a dead-cold stillness.

They all knew that what Tongtian said was precisely the fact they most refused to acknowledge yet could not avoid.

A junior, using heaven and earth as the chessboard and all beings as the pieces, laid out a stupendous scheme that they only now fully comprehended.

And these three sages of the Profound Gate, from beginning to end, were excluded from the chessboard.

……

Tai Su Heaven, within the Nüwa Imperial Palace!

Translation: "Tai Su Heaven, in the palace of Nüwa!" Actually Tai Su Heaven is a place name: Tai Su Heaven (or Tai Su Tian). Nüwa Imperial Palace is Nüwa Imperial Palace. So: "Tai Su Heaven, within the Nüwa Imperial Palace!" Keep punctuation.

Unlike the aloof indifference of the Three Pure Ones Saints watching the fire from across the shore, the atmosphere here has already plunged to freezing point.

Unlike the aloof indifference of the Three Pure Ones Saints watching the fire from across the shore, the atmosphere here has already plunged to freezing point.

That eternal harmony and tranquility were utterly torn apart at this moment.

Translation: "That eternal harmony and tranquility, at this moment, was utterly torn apart."

The supreme aura belonging to the saints is no longer gentle and jade-like, creating all things; instead, it has transformed into countless unmatched sharp divine swords, raging wildly and surging within this saint's dojo.

Translation: "The supreme aura belonging to the saints was no longer warm and jade-like, nurturing all things, but transformed into countless unmatched sharp divine swords, raging wildly and surging within this saint's dojo."

The saint's dojo rages wildly and surges.

The palace hummed, and the void trembled.

Translation: "The palace hummed, the void trembled."

Nüwa sat solemnly upon the cloud bed; her visage, which originally gathered the heavenly and earthly spiritual elegance into one, beautiful enough to dim the sun and moon, now bore a layer of frost, and the saint's dharma form faintly twisted.

Translation: "Nüwa sat cross-legged upon the cloud bed; her visage, which originally gathered the heavenly and earthly spirit's beauty, enough to make the sun and moon lose their luster, now bore a layer of frost, and even her saintly semblance was faintly distorted."

saint's dharma form

In her phoenix eyes, there was no trace of pity or gentleness left; only overwhelming anger and a kind of... icy despair remained.

Translation: "In her phoenix eyes, there was no trace of pity or gentleness left, only surging wrath and a kind of... icy despair."

"The Way of Heaven..."

Translation: "«Heavenly Dao…»"

A low whisper issued from her lips, not ordinary speech, but more like the collision of the Great Dao's moral tones; each syllable contained terrifying power capable of crushing the ages.

Translation: "A low murmur issued from her lips, not ordinary speech, but more like the collision of the Great Dao's resonant tones; each syllable contained terrifying power enough to collapse the ages."

"How can you be so heartless?!"

Translation: "«How can you be so heartless?! »"

Boom!

Translation: "Boom!"

The moment her words fell, she suddenly lifted her head; a pair of eyes, cold and severe to the extreme, pierced deeply into the void.

Translation: "The moment her words fell, she suddenly lifted her head; a pair of eyes, cold and severe to the extreme, pierced fiercely into the depths of the void."

Her gaze pierced through layers of space, disregarding temporal barriers, as if to engage in the most direct confrontation with the lofty, unseen will that governs all fates.

Translation: "Her gaze pierced layer after layer of space, disregarding temporal barriers, as if to confront directly the lofty, unseen will that governs the fate of all beings."

An intangible clash erupted explosively between the saint's will and the laws of Heaven.

Translation: "An intangible clash erupted explosively between the saint's will and the Heavenly Dao's laws."

The reason is simple.

Translation: "The reason is simple."

At that very moment, upon the Primordial Earth, the bloody prologue of the Wu and Yao tribes' final war was drawn open.

Translation: "Precisely, at the moment the blood‑stained prelude to the ultimate war of the Wu and Yao tribes on the Primordial Earth was drawn open."

The Wu and Yao tribes stride across the Primordial Earth.

A terrifying force that Nüwa could neither resist nor comprehend suddenly descended!

Translation: "A terrifying power that Nüwa could neither resist nor comprehend descended suddenly!"

It is neither energy nor law, but the 'Order' that transcends everything.

Translation: "It was neither energy nor law, but an 'order' that transcended everything."

A domineering force of Heaven, so unreasonable it could erase all resistance, solid enough to obliterate any will to oppose, completely sealed off the entire Tai Su Heaven, together with this Heavenly Dao Saint.

Translation: "A Heavenly Dao binding force, so domineering as to brook no reason, so steadfast it could erase all will to resist, completely sealed off the entire Tai Su Heaven, together with this Heavenly Dao saint."

The Nüwa Imperial Palace became a prison.

Translation: "The Nüwa Imperial Palace became a prison."

A forbidden land specially crafted for saints, with Heaven as the lock and fate as the walls...

Translation: "A prison specially forged for saints, with the Heavenly Dao as the lock and fate as the walls… an absolute dead zone!"

That power, like countless invisible divine chains of Order, entwined her saintly body and permeated deep into her primordial spirit.

Translation: "That power, like countless invisible divine chains of order, wound around her saintly body and seeped deep into her primordial spirit."

It proclaimed a cold fact.

Translation: "It proclaimed a cold fact."

From this realm, one cannot exit.

Translation: "This realm, cannot be exited."

This means she cannot even take half a step out of Tai Su Heaven right now.

Translation: "This means she cannot even step half a pace out of Tai Su Heaven right now."

This means that even if she wished to forcibly intervene, relying on her saintly status to protect her brother Fuxi, it would be absolutely impossible!

Translation: "This means that even if she wished to forcibly intervene, using her saintly dignity to shield her brother Fuxi, it would be utterly impossible!"

Heaven is heartless, treating all things as straw dogs!

Translation: "Heavenly Dao is heartless, regarding all things as straw dogs!"

Previously, Nüwa's understanding of this saying remained at a grand, indifferent philosophical level.

Translation: "Previously, Nüwa's understanding of this saying remained at a grand, indifferent philosophical level."

But today, she truly felt how bone-chillingly cold and cruel it contained.

Translation: "But today, she truly felt how bone‑chillingly cold and cruel its meaning is."

This is no longer mere 'heartlessness'.

Translation: "This is no longer mere 'heartlessness'."

Heaven deliberately sealed the actions of all saints at this moment; considering it from another angle, the meaning it represents makes Nüwa's saintly heart tremble.

Translation: "Heavenly Dao deliberately sealed all saints' actions at this moment; viewed from another angle, the significance it represents makes Nüwa's saintly heart tremble."

Is this not clearly indicating that the Yao tribe... Fuxi... must fail, must die?!

Translation: "Is this not clearly proclaiming that the Yao tribe… Fuxi… are doomed to defeat and death?!"

This is a fixed fate.

Translation: "This is a fixed number."

An ending already scripted by Heaven, allowing no variables!

Translation: "An ending already scripted by the Heavenly Dao, allowing no variables!"

This realization utterly extinguished the last glimmer of hope in Nüwa's heart.

Translation: "This realization erased even the last sliver of hope in Nüwa's heart."

Anxiety, like a tide, instantly overwhelmed her reason.

Translation: "Anxiety, like a tide, instantly flooded her reason."

She knew resistance was futile.

Translation: "She knew resistance was futile."

When Heaven itself descends with such a 'prison,' it signifies that its will tolerates no challenge.

Translation: "When the Heavenly Dao itself descends with such a 'prison,' it signifies that its will brooks no challenge."

Even if she is a saint, a Mixed Yuan Great Luo Golden Immortal, before this force representing the will of the Primordial World's operation, she remains insignificant.

Translation: "Even though she is a saint, a Mixed Yuan Great Luo Golden Immortal, before this power that embodies the will of the Primordial World's operation, she remains insignificant."

Perhaps only after the Wu-Yao calamity is completely ended, and blood and fire cleanse the Primordial Earth once and for all, will this suffocating bondage dissipate.

Translation: "Perhaps only after the Wu-Yao Great Calamity completely ends, and blood and fire cleanse the Primordial Earth once over, will this suffocating shackle then dissipate."

But by then, everything will be too late.

Translation: "But by then, everything will be too late."

"What to do?!"

Translation: "«What to do?! »"

In her voice, for the first time, a clear tremor appeared.

Translation: "In her voice, for the first time, a clear tremor could be heard."

"What should this palace do?!"

Translation: "«What should this palace do?! »"

Panic.

Translation: "Panic."

Loss of composure.

Translation: "Loss of composure."

Such emotions should not appear on a saint.

Translation: "Such emotions ought not to appear on a saint's person."

She is, after all, the successor of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the first being in the Primordial Heaven and Earth to attain sainthood through proof of the Dao, holy through merit, with her primordial spirit entrusted to Heaven, indestructible through myriad kalpas, overlooking all beings.

Translation: "She is, after all, the successor of the Hongjun Dao Ancestor, the first being in the Primordial Heaven and Earth to attain the Dao and become a saint; she gained sainthood through merit, her primordial spirit entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, indestructible through myriad calamities, overlooking all beings."

Yet now, all her honor and might cannot soothe her inner turmoil.

Translation: "Yet now, all her honor and might cannot soothe her inner turmoil."

The wisdom of a saint appears so pale and powerless before the absolute mandate of Heaven.

Translation: "A saint's wisdom, before the absolute 'Mandate of Heaven,' appears so pale and powerless."

One can see how deep the sibling bond between her and her brother Fuxi, forged since the dawn of chaos, truly is.

Translation: "Clearly, the sibling bond she shares with her brother Fuxi, forged since the dawn of the Hongmeng, is how deeply engraved upon the heart."

That is her sole warmth and concern in this cold, lonely, endless age.

Translation: "That is her sole warmth and concern in this cold, lonely, endless age."

Nüwa suddenly rose from the cloud bed, pacing back and forth in the vast Nüwa Imperial Palace; each step sent ripples through the space beneath her feet, revealing her extreme inner unrest.

Translation: "Nüwa rose abruptly from the cloud bed, pacing back and forth in the vast Nüwa Imperial Palace; each step sent ripples through the space beneath her feet, revealing her extreme unease."

Suddenly, her steps halted.

Translation: "Suddenly, her steps halted."

In those phoenix eyes, once filled with panic and despair, it seemed as if chaos exploded, and a blinding light flared forth!

Translation: "In those phoenix eyes, once filled with panic and despair, it seemed as if Chaos exploded, and a blinding light flared to life!"

Like a drowning person, at the last moment before sinking into endless depths, she saw a straw descending from the heavens.

Translation: "Like a drowning person, at the very moment of sinking into endless depths, she saw a straw descending from heaven."

Nüwa abruptly turned, her gaze like two divine rainbows piercing heaven and earth, instantly turning toward the distant west!

Translation: "Nüwa abruptly turned, her gaze like two divine rainbows piercing heaven and earth, instantly aimed toward the distant west!"

The west, Mount Sumeru, the Buddhist Pure Land.

Translation: "The west, Mount Sumeru, the Buddhist pure land."

A name, a figure, appeared without warning yet with perfect clarity in her mind.

Translation: "A name, a figure, without any warning, yet vividly clear, arose in her mind."

Chen Ku!

That's right!

It's him!

At this point, in such a desperate situation, such a dead end, perhaps under the heavens, only that person could possibly… no, there must be a way to save my elder brother!

For some reason, Nüwa was instantly certain.

This thought was so abrupt, yet so natural.

It seemed that deep in her subconscious, a mark of 'omnipotence' had long been placed upon that mysterious Buddhist figure.

From his sudden emergence, to stirring the winds and clouds of the primordial wilderness, to establishing the Mahayana Buddhist school…

In memory, every deed of Chen Ku exuded an overbearing aura that broke conventions and ignored fate.

He seemed never to be bound by any rule.

The Heavenly Dao… perhaps the same!

Once this mad thought took root, it could no longer be restrained.

In an instant, Nüwa seemed to see great hope.

The light in her eyes, about to extinguish, reignited, even brighter than before.

She had no time to ponder the logic, nor to weigh whether seeking help from an outsider was appropriate.

Time would not allow her even a moment's hesitation.

Nüwa made a swift decision, her divine sense suddenly coalescing.

Hum—

A supreme sage's will transformed into an intangible ripple, instantly surging from her brow.

Fortunately.

Although the Heavenly Dao's sealing power blocked her saintly body and even the entire Great Primordial Heaven, it could not ultimately sever the sage's divine sense that coexists with heaven and earth.

This divine sense carried the sage's entire anxiety and final hope.

No one noticed.

A sage's divine sense transmission silently emerged from Great Primordial Heaven, passing through the endless firmaments of the Thirty-Three Heavens, crossing billions of miles of vast void, and softly landing in the Western Heaven and Earth.

More precisely, it landed within the Buddhist school.

On Mount Sumeru.

The universe was uniform, Buddhist chants vanished.

Jieyin, Zhunti, Chen Ku, and Hongyun, four figures stood on the peak, their robes unmoving, expressions unchanged.

Their gazes pierced the endless void, traversed billions of miles of mountains and rivers, and fell directly upon the primordial land drenched in blood and fire.

The Witch-Demon War.

Above the firmament, blood rain poured like a waterfall; each drop contained the lament of a fallen Great Luo Golden Immortal.

On the ground, severed limbs piled into mountains; the corpses of gods and demons were trampled at will, turning to mire.

Tragic.

Brutal.

Yet all this, reflected in the depths of the four's pupils atop the peak, failed to stir even a ripple.

Their state of mind had long been like an ancient well without waves.

Such carnage of the Great Calamity was, to them, merely a sweep on the chessboard of heaven and earth, an inevitability of the Great Dao's turning.

Having seen it often, they also grew numb.

Moreover, the four all knew full well that the true boiling point of this final battle, which decides the protagonists of heaven and earth, has yet to arrive.

The current slaughter is merely an appetizer of blood.

Only when the ten great demon sages, twelve ancestral witches, and even Di Jun who controls the Hetu Luoshu, and Taiyi who wields the Chaos Bell, unleash all their hidden arts, shattering heaven and earth, wearing down the Great Dao…

Then, that is when these players truly make their move.

Thus, they can only watch.

And wait.

Time flowed amid the blood-red scouring; space collapsed amid the clash of divine abilities.

No one knows how long passed.

Amidst this extreme motion and extreme stillness, a subtle variable quietly descended.

At a certain moment, the four figures on the peak almost simultaneously exhibited an imperceptible movement.

Jieyin's lowered eyelids twitched slightly.

Zhunti's fingertip turning the prayer beads paused for an instant.

"Huh?"

A faint exclamation of surprise escaped Zhunti's lips, breaking the peak's silence.

"Senior Sister Nüwa's divine sense transmission?!"

No need for many words.

Among sages, there is innate perception.

That thought descending from the void bears the unique aura of the Wa Huang Palace, pure and vast, unmistakable.

However, the next instant.

Jieyin, Zhunti, and Hongyun's gazes converged upon Chen Ku.

That gaze was no longer that of an ancient well without waves.

But now carried a hint of inquiry, a hint of surprise, and a hint of… indescribable strangeness.

They had all clearly sensed it.

The divine sense of Saint Nüwa, who had come across the void, was not aimed at these fellow saints of theirs.

Instead, it was directed straight at Chen Ku.

This result made Jieyin's and Zhunti's expressions grow even more subtle.

Good!

Truly good!

Though both were guests of the Purple Heaven Palace and held equal saintly positions, Saint Nüwa, as their senior sister, did not consult the two of them about her matter.

Instead, she bypassed their two masters and went straight to find their disciple.

This disciple of ours, his standing has now become so great?

Thinking of this, Jieyin's usually troubled face involuntarily broke into an extremely faint bitter smile.

This smile flashed and was gone, yet it contained too much helplessness and emotion.

And at this moment.

Everything in the outside world had already faded from Chen Ku's perception.

Within his sea of consciousness, a vast chaos surged.

A solemn, noble divine sense, yet bearing a trace of undisguisable urgency and solemnity, rang out loudly.

That voice seemed to pierce the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, carrying a weight as if weeping blood.

"Chen Ku, junior disciple, the witch-demon war knows no cease, yet our palace is trapped by the Heavenly Dao."

Each word exploded in Chen Ku's sea of consciousness, turning into concrete images and emotions.

He "saw" in the Nüwa Imperial Palace that world‑mother saint, bound by the intangible power of the Heavenly Dao, unable to intervene in the mortal realm.

"I only ask that the junior disciple act at the critical moment to protect and bless our palace's elder brother, Fuxi."

As the words fell, Fuxi's image flashed in Chen Ku's sea of consciousness, his whole body surrounded by thick death‑calamity qi.

"If Fuxi is preserved from utter annihilation, our palace will gladly repay the junior disciple's kindness."

These final words weighed as heavily as an ancient divine mountain.

Although it was merely a divine‑sense transmission, Chen Ku could clearly hear the resoluteness in Nüwa's tone.

That was a solemnity almost enough to sever a saint's Dao heart.

Especially the two characters 'repay'.

Uttered from the mouth of an immortal saint, its weight could collapse the heavens.

This means Nüwa is willing to thereby incur a huge favor owed to him, Chen Ku.

A promise enough to drive any quasi‑saint mad.

A saint's edict, word becomes law.

Although Nüwa's voice had clearly faded, that intangible will still lingered in this void, heavily pressing on Chen Ku's heart.

That is not oppression, but a pull of karma, a revelation of the Heavenly Dao.

It seems as if the workings of the Primordial Wilderness world are pausing for this sentence, awaiting his reply.

Chen Ku fell silent.

He did not answer immediately, merely standing still, not even his eyelashes twitching the slightest.

After a long while.

A long sigh escaped from his mouth.

Within that sigh were wrapped the vicissitudes of ages, revealing an involuntary weariness and helplessness.

"Ah… suffering, suffering…"

He slowly shook his head, his face showing a just‑right difficulty, a kind of entanglement caught in a world‑shaking vortex yet unable to break free.

"Saint Nüwa, uncle‑master, making such a request— isn't this forcing me to be dragged into the witch‑demon war?!"

As his words fell, the worry in his brows deepened a notch, as if he had already borne on his shoulders an immovable ancient divine mountain.

However, deep within the soul beneath this mortal body, it is quite a different scene.

Where is there any hint of difficulty?

Where is there any trace of entanglement?

Chen Ku's mind and spirit have long been utterly submerged in a violent joy!

His thoughts surge and roar!

Saint's favor!

This is indeed a saint's favor!

Actively delivered to the door, unmixed with any impurity, a pure and unparalleled saint's favor!

In the Primordial Wilderness, what is most precious?

Not innate spiritual treasures, not top‑tier cultivation methods, but karma! Especially karma with saints!

To owe karma to a saint is a calamity.

To make a saint owe karma is a tremendous opportunity!

This favor, at a critical moment, can offset a killing calamity, and can exchange for a sliver of life even when the Heavenly Dao is overturned!

Nüwa, Nüwa, you truly are my good uncle‑master!

Chen Ku laughed loudly in his heart, yet outwardly he still wore that gloomy, miserable appearance.

In fact, this play, he fundamentally need not act.

Even if Nüwa today had not manifested her will, not spoken a request, would Chen Ku simply stand by?

Absolutely impossible.

He could not possibly watch helplessly as the Demon Race's great sage Fuxi, the future Heavenly Emperor, was completely strangled to death in the Great Calamity and turned to ashes.

Fuxi, must not die.

At least, he must not be utterly annihilated.

His soul must be retained.

His true spirit must escape into reincarnation.

Because, in Chen Ku's memories spanning two lives, the future trajectory is clearly etched.

Fuxi's demise this time is destiny.

But after his death, his reincarnation is an even greater certainty!

He will no longer be a Demon Race great sage, but will be born by borrowing the human race's fortune, descending upon that newborn land.

Ultimately, he will lead the human race, deduce the Eight Trigrams, perceive heavenly secrets, and guide humanity toward rudimentary civilization and order.

He will become the foremost of the human Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, possessing boundless merit, and attain the position of Heavenly Emperor!

For the human race still in swaddling clothes, this is a tremendously important, crucial heavenly opportunity!

The human race is Chen Ku's foundation, the cornerstone of his future path to the Dao.

Anything that can strengthen the human race's fortune, he will spare no effort to promote.

Protecting Fuxi's true spirit from extinction and aiding his smooth reincarnation as a human is precisely the scheme Chen Ku had long planned.

This game is for the human race, and also for himself.

Originally, he merely wanted to quietly set things up, pushing everything from behind the scenes, and securely incorporate this immense merit and fortune into the human race's coffers.

But now...

Nüwa actually took the initiative to send such a tremendous favor.

This is like, he originally wanted to silently cultivate a barren plot, anticipating future harvest.

But the landowner then came running over, saying, as long as you're willing to plant, all the yield from this land will be yours, and I'll even throw in a mountain of gold!

Is there anything more worthwhile in the world?!

Chen Ku's slight calculations and schemes, in the face of a sage personally delivering this favor, instantly turned into uncontainable joy.

Accept it!

We must accept it!

Moreover, we must put on an act of "I have made great sacrifices for you," making this favor's weight heavier! heavier!

His thoughts raced, countless calculations settling in an instant.

The bitterness on his face gradually faded, replaced by a resolute solemnity.

He seemed to have made a certain determination, shouldering a responsibility not his own.

He said no more.

Any words now would be superfluous.

Action is the best response.

Chen Ku's gaze pierced the endless void, passed through layer upon page of temporal turbulence, and refocused on that primordial wilderness battlefield already turned into a flesh-and-blood grinder.

There, killing intent shot to the heavens, resentment surged like the sea.

The slaughter between the Wu and the Demon races has entered its most brutal stage.

Heaven collapses, earth splits.

Countless beings' wails and roars converge into the most primal, violent sound waves, striking every corner.

And his gaze precisely locked onto a figure on the battlefield.

Fuxi.

His eyes deep, he continued to watch the Wu-Demon war.

Wu-Demon battlefield.

Billions of miles of void have long since shattered, turning into chaotic turbulence.

This place is purgatory.

Shattered continental plates drift in the void, the remnants of immortal mountains' divine veins long severed, leaving only scorched-black stillness.

Rivers formed from divine blood pierce the star carcasses, each drop immensely heavy, crushing spacetime.

Billions of demon soldiers formed the embryonic Heavenly Stars Great Formation, starlight brilliant, killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Opposite them, though far fewer in number, the Wu warriors' bodies were as if forged from divine metal.

They needed no magical weapons, relying only on a pair of iron fists and a fleshly body to smash the descending starlight into fragments.

Every moment, swathes of life perish.

Their souls didn't even have time to dissipate before being ground to powder by the battlefield's thick, inseparable killing intent and resentment.

Higher up lies the decisive showdown that determines the battlefield's course.

The ten great demon sages, demonic aura piercing the sun, their magical powers manifesting myriad laws, at times transforming into a blazing golden crow, at times into a heaven‑swallowing giant beast, surrounding the few figures.

Those are top Wu shamans like Chiyou.

Chiyou wielding the Tiger Soul Blade, a single chop flashes forth—no dazzling light, only pure, all‑cutting edge.

A silent star condensed from a demon sage's divine power was silently split in two by this blow, the cut smooth, erasing all Dao resonance.

Other great Wu shamans either break spells with force or command wind and thunder; a gesture can rend heaven and earth.

Though outnumbered, they are in no way inferior.

The true core lies at the battlefield's highest heaven.

There, the concept of spacetime has blurred.

Di Jun and Taiyi, the two demon race emperors, stood firm here.

Di Jun wore the Golden Crow imperial robe; his eyes seemed to hold billions of stars being born and dying, the River Chart and Luo Book rising and falling around him, deducing every flaw in the Wu Clan's great formation.

Taiyi was even more overbearing, peerless.

Boom——!

A bell toll rang out from the Chaos Bell above his head.

That was not a sound.

It was a kind of 'suppression' of all things, a Dao.

At the instant the bell's resonance spread, five-colored radiance poured down from the heavens; wherever it passed, time stagnated, space collapsed, earth, fire, water, and wind ran amok, and every tangible and intangible thing marched toward its end.

Order, at this moment, sank.

Law, at this moment, fell into chaos.

This is the supreme power unique to innate treasures, the strongest backing with which the demon race's Heavenly Court suppresses the wilderness.

The majestic bell's might shook the primordial cosmos.

Countless mighty beings watching the battle from across endless time and space felt only a stray ripple of its aftershock, and their primordial spirits prickled with pain, their Dao hearts near to falling.

This is the Eastern Emperor Taiyi!

Yet beneath the bell's toll, twelve towering figures that propped up heaven and earth stood unmoving.

They were the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

They cultivated neither primordial spirit nor comprehended the Heavenly Dao, only honoring Pangu Father God's legacy, tempering their fleshly bodies to an inconceivable state.

"Break!"

The Space Ancestral Witch Di Jiang let out a low, deep roar.

He brandished no treasure, simply thrusting forward a plain punch.

This punch stirred no energy ripple, yet it caused the space ahead to fold strangely.

The five-colored radiance capable of suppressing a Golden Immortal of the Great Luo was wholly devoured by that folded space, vanishing without trace.

"Hmph!"

Taiyi's golden eyes turned cold, and the Chaos Bell trembled again.

This time, the bell's sound was no longer a spreading ripple but condensed into a visible gray sound wave that shot straight toward the Time Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin.

This strike sealed time!

Zhu Jiuyin, his crimson dragon body coiled, slowly opened a slit in his tightly shut eyes.

In an instant, centered on him, all things fell into eternal stillness.

That gray world-ending sound wave hung suspended in midair, its boundless destructive power frozen at the very instant before eruption.

Opening his eyes makes day.

The world in his eyes is reality.

One force breaks myriad laws!

The Wu Clan have carried this saying to its utmost extreme.

The Nine Revolutions Mystic Art turned, their mighty qi and blood power transforming into earth-shaking, heaven-moving might that poured forth from the Twelve Ancestral Witches' bodies; their combined aura even faintly overwhelmed the edge of the Chaos Bell.

Even various spiritual treasures and innate treasures, for a time, could not suppress the Wu Clan's might.

The battle between the two sides fell into the deepest stalemate.

Just then.

Di Jun and Taiyi almost simultaneously sensed a hint of something odd.

On the edge of this battlefield drenched in blood and fire, slaughter and destruction, a patch of incongruous pure land had appeared at some unknown time.

A group of figures clad in yellow Daoist robes sat cross-legged in the void.

They did not join the fight, nor even approach the battlefield's core.

They simply sat quietly, reciting abstruse and profound scriptures.

Strands of soft golden light emanated from them, turning into golden lotuses that drifted toward the battlefield.

Those endless wailing and roaring resentful spirits, wherever they were, upon touching a golden lotus would instantly have all their grudges and resentment pacified, their faces showing relief, then turning into specks of light that were taken away by Jieyin.

Buddhist disciples, in the act of delivering the dead!

"Hmph, those damned Buddhist disciples!"

Taiyi's face instantly sank, as if forged from ten-thousand-year-old profound ice.

In his low voice lay a repressed thread of icy killing intent.

These resentful spirits are the 'spoils of war' of the demon race's war.

They can be refined into the boundless-power Myriad Soul Banner, used to taint enemies' fortune, or even offered as sacrifices to certain ancient beings in exchange for great power.

Each resentful spirit is a resource.

Now, the Buddhist sect is openly 'stealing' their spoils.

This is a silent provocation.

It is a challenge to the majesty of the demon race's Heavenly Court.

Even though the Buddhist disciples have not truly intervened in the great battle, they still make Taiyi feel displeased.

On the other side, the imperial dragon aura that once made Di Jun lord of all under heaven had at some point dissipated, replaced by an almost congealed stillness of death.

His face was expressionless, yet within the depths of his golden pupils endless storms brewed and roiled.

The Buddhist sect.

These two words, in his sea of consciousness, had turned into the gloomiest sigil.

"The deceitfulness of Buddhist Dharma far exceeds imagination."

Its sound can bewitch the heart, its method can control the soul, soundless and breathless, impossible to guard against!

This thought was not a baseless guess; it stemmed from a scar that still makes his heart ache to this day.

Lu Ya.

The face of his tenth son appeared clearly before Di Jun's eyes.

That face, which should have been full of pride and arrogance, was instead covered by an almost pathological, pitying "compassion."

When Lu Ya stood before him, palms together, chanting the Buddhist invocation, saying he would sever worldly ties and take refuge in the Western Pure Land, Di Jun felt not absurdity, but a chill that rose from his very marrow.

This was his bloodline, a descendant of the Golden Crow, the future crown prince of the Demon Race!

He had been erased of his innate glory and duty by just a few words from Chen Ku, turned into a puppet whose heart faced outward!

Even now, Lu Ya remained in the dojo of the Nüwa saint, nominally called "cultivation," but in truth a prison.

The tenth prince of the Demon Court has still been unable to return to his station.

Whenever this thought flashed through him, Di Jun's teeth sockets would ache in waves, and the inexpressible hatred and killing intent almost burned his imperial robes to ash.

He involuntarily turned his gaze toward the distance, toward those chanting Buddhist invocations and scattering golden light—Guanyin and the like.

Were they delivering all beings?

No.

In Di Jun's eyes, the golden flame suddenly contracted to a pinpoint.

This is no salvation!

This is clearly using that deceitful Buddhist doctrine to erode the wisdom of his Demon Race subjects, undermine their fighting spirit, and shake the very foundation of his Demon Race's rule!

If countless Demon Race members became like Lu Ya, devotees turned toward the Buddhist gate, what would remain of the Demon Race...

Battle intent was worn smooth, wildness tamed, and even loyalty to the Demon Court was replaced by the illusory notions of "future life" and "merit."

That would not be mere weakening.

That would be a catastrophe more thorough than slaughter!

With this thought, the last hint of hesitation in Di Jun's chest was utterly severed by resolute killing intent.

We can wait no longer!

Every extra breath means more of the Demon Race's people falling under the spell of that Buddhist sound!

Boom!

He sprang up from the imperial carriage, his form soaring straight up ninety thousand li, suspended at the apex of the firmament.

His wide golden imperial robe swept outward!

The motion was slight, yet it triggered the resonance of the laws throughout the primordial world!

In an instant, two ancient scrolls shot out from his sleeve, not flying toward the enemy but charging straight to the horizon.

One was the River Chart, evolving the myriad phenomena of the heavens, as if imprinting the entire universe's orbital tracks upon it.

One was the Lo Scripture, containing the Nine Palaces' profound principles, as if encompassing all causality and fortune between heaven and earth.

River Chart, Lo Scripture!

These two supreme innate spiritual treasures, under Di Jun's urging, fully revealed their power to suppress the universe.

Two indescribable divine lights pierced the Thirty-Three Heavens, tore through the boundless Chaos, and dyed the entire world's firmament with a layer of profound, cold gold.

That pressure swept across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, making the Milky Way tremble and the earth lament.

Within the universe, countless beings prostrated on the ground beneath the Heavenly Emperor's might, their souls trembling.

At that very moment, Di Jun's icy, dignified, indisputable explosive shout echoed directly in the blood and souls of every Demon Race member!

"Quickly set up formation!"

No extra explanation, only the most direct order.

This order is the supreme heavenly law of the Demon Race!

"Obey the Heavenly Emperor's decree!"

"Obey the Heavenly Emperor's decree!"

Countless Demon Race members, from Great Luo Golden Immortals to the lowest celestial minor demons, in this instant seemed to become a single entity.

In their eyes, fervor replaced confusion, battle intent overwhelmed the Buddhist chant.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Responding to Di Jun were myriad sounds of tearing the void.

One after another huge star banners stretched out from the Demon Race battle arrays, fluttering in the wind.

On each banner was embroidered the name and divine form of an ancient star deity; when unfurled, they covered sky and sun, drawing forth the myriad ancient primordial stars above the Nine Heavens.

Without doubt.

At this moment, the Demon Race has set up a great protective formation capable of destroying heaven and earth, one that once clashed head-on with Pangu's true form.

Zhou Tian Star Dipper Great Formation!

Boom—

The entire starry universe trembled at this moment.

The light of myriad stars, no longer cool and gentle, turned into the most violent and deadly energy torrent, like the Milky Way of the Nine Heavens bursting its banks and pouring down.

Each beam of starlight could easily pierce the Dao body of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Myriad beams of starlight converged, raising a cataclysmic horror so tremendous it would make even saints glance askance.

Seeing this scene, on the other side, in the Wu Clan camp facing off against the Demon Race, ancestors like Emperor Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin also grew solemn.

The oppressive feeling from that stellar power made even their sturdy flesh feel a faint sting.

Hmph, that's all!

On Dì Jiāng's blurry face, however, a contemptuous cold laugh rang out.

His voice was filled with the most primitive, savage tyranny.

Before his words even fell,

The gazes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches converged in the void.

No words were needed.

A single glance was already a tacit understanding of ten million years.

Battle!

Immediately, twelve figures radiating heaven‑shaking killing intent instantly scattered, each occupying a corner of the heavens and earth.

They likewise sacrificed their own battle banners.

All-Heaven Divine Slaughter Banner!

It was not the brilliance and holiness of the Star‑Banner, but a pitch‑black banner face forged from endless killing intent and the resentment of the Chaos demon god, bearing no runes, only pure destruction and dead silence.

Array against array!

With their utmost might, they responded to the utmost provocation!

At this moment, the myriad races of the Primeval Wasteland, all the spectators, felt a tingling on their scalps, their blood nearly freezing.

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, their faces turned deathly pale under the glare of the soaring starlight and the heaven‑shaking killing intent.

They all understood that this battle, from this moment on, had suddenly escalated.

Everything before was merely an appetizer.

Next, it would no longer be a contest of individual divine abilities, but the ultimate showdown between the two strongest races of heaven and earth, staking everything.

That would surely be a greater terror that shakes the ages, worthy of being recorded in history.