Chapter 89 The Power of Faith

"In the name of the Holy Mother of the Human Race, I deprive the Human Race of their title as the Human Emperor. From today on, the Human Race will claim the title of Emperor of the World."

Nuwa's voice was so loud that it spread throughout the ancient world. As soon as she wrote the words, the luck of the human race decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Master, we can't wait any longer. If we wait any longer, the human race will be finished."

Mu Ning took out the Kongtong Seal and threw it towards the sky.

The Kongtong Seal burst into brilliant light, colliding violently with the power released by Nuwa, erupting in bursts of roars.

At the same time, Emperor Xin, who was far away in the imperial city of the Shang Dynasty, also felt the decline of the human race's fortune.

"Master Wen, quickly bring all the ministers and follow me to the altar."

"Your Majesty, there is something strange." Wen Zhong stood up anxiously and looked at the king with a frown.

"Master Wen, hurry up. The luck of the Shang Dynasty is fading, and the luck of the human race is also decreasing."

After saying this, Emperor Xin walked to the backyard and changed into solemn court clothes.

He walked quickly towards the altar with hundreds of people.

Emperor Xin, holding the Human Emperor Sword in his hand, climbed up the altar step by step until he stood at the highest point.

Emperor Xin brandished the Human Emperor Sword, pointing it toward the sky, and roared, "I am Emperor Xin of the Human Race. Today, from the altar of the Imperial City, I declare to the world that we, the human race, must be self-reliant and independent. We believe that man can conquer nature, and the destiny of the human race will rise like a golden dragon."

Rumble..., there were several loud noises in the sky. Emperor Xin held the sword with both hands and swung it hard towards the sky.

"We, the human race, should be self-reliant and independent. We believe that man can conquer nature. Long live the king, long live the king..."

Although the kneeling Dacheng didn't understand what was going on, they all shouted in unison to Emperor Xin on the altar.

On Mu Ning's side, he raised the Kunwu Sword, and the sword flashed with sharp sword energy, rushing towards Nuwa, trying to disrupt her casting rhythm.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Nuwa's eyes. She waved her long sleeves and a huge energy wall blocked the attack of Kunwu Sword.

Mu Ning rushed towards him again with Kunwu Sword in hand, but was caught by Yuanshi who was blocking Nuwa with Pangu Banner.

Emperor Xin of the Shang Dynasty watched as the fortune of the human race had just stabilized, but then showed a downward trend.

Emperor Xin gritted his teeth, feeling extremely anxious.

He knew very well that the human race was in imminent danger and could no longer sit idly by and wait for death.

So he inserted the Human Emperor Sword into the altar, formed seals with his hands, and muttered something.

With the help of the power of the altar, he once again stimulated his connection with the destiny of the human race.

On the battlefield, Mu Ning and Yuanshi Tianzun were fighting hard.

Yuanshi Tianzun waved the Pangu Banner, and powerful forces surged like a tide. Mu Ning dodged flexibly, looking for flaws in the attack.

Suddenly, Mu Ning had an idea. He raised the Kongtong Seal, letting it emit a soft light to protect himself, then concentrated his mind and increased the power of the Kunwu Sword to the extreme.

At this moment, Emperor Xin’s efforts on the altar paid off. “Roar——” The golden dragon of human race’s luck rolled again, emitting a dazzling light.

When the people in the Shang Dynasty's imperial city saw the golden dragon in the sky, they all knelt down in the direction of the imperial city.

An invisible energy carried Emperor Xin and the golden dragon; this was the power of faith of the human race.

After receiving the power of faith, the Golden Dragon of Fortune roared again. This roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and all human beings could sense it.

Then many people knelt down in the direction of the Shang Dynasty imperial city, and the power of faith continued to gather.

This power was transmitted to Mu Ning, and the power of the human race's treasure, Kongtong Seal, was also enhanced.

"Hahaha, I'm playing with you." Mu Ning forced Yuanshi back with a sword.

He flew towards the Kongtong Seal and quickly formed seals with his hands. The Kongtong Seal shone even brighter after receiving the power of human faith.

When Nuwa saw this, her face changed and she was about to help, but was suppressed by the sudden increase in human luck.

Unable to move for a while, the situation began to develop in a direction favorable to the human race.

"Nuwa, please watch carefully." Mu Ning looked at Nuwa with cold eyes.

"You created the human race only to sanctify yourself, but after using them, you abandoned them. Now I'll show you the power of human faith."

Mu Ning and Emperor Xin, who was far away in the Shang Dynasty, moved almost in sync, one holding the Human Emperor Sword and the other holding the Kongtong Seal, the most precious treasure of the human race.

Mu Ning completed the seal, and the light flew towards Nuwa. Emperor Xin held the Human Emperor Sword tightly in both hands and swung it hard.

Rumble·················Rumble····························

The noise continued, completely severing Nuwa's control over the human race.

Now Nuwa can enjoy the incense and power of faith of the human race, but she can no longer control the human race.

The human race has broken away from the control of the Holy Mother, and only the human race has the final say.

"No - you are the ants I created, how dare you." Nuwa looked at Mu Ning angrily.

He picked up the red hydrangea and rushed towards Mu Ning.

"Come on, I'm not afraid of you." Mu Ning took back the Kongtong Seal, picked up the Kunwu Sword and went to meet him.

Mu Ning held a sword in his hand, his figure moving rapidly through the air like a ghost, and each of his swords contained endless murderous intent and power.

Nuwa was wearing a colorful dress, holding a red hydrangea in her hand, and a picture of mountains, rivers, and the country was floating above her head. Following Nuwa, they attacked Mu Ning.

Nuwa waved her hand lightly, and countless rays of light shot out from the mountains, rivers, and the country, as gorgeous and dazzling as rainbows.

The two sides fought back and forth, neither giving in. For a moment, the whole world was shocked by their fierce battle.

Mu Ning's swordsmanship was like a violent storm, and each sword strike was as fast as lightning, making it impossible to see his movements clearly.

The red hydrangea in Nuwa's hand danced freely in the air like a nimble snake. Every attack was just right, making Mu Ning unable to defend himself.

"Ning'er, don't be naughty." Tongtian looked at Mu Ning's posture and sent a message to Mu Ning helplessly.

"Okay, I won't play with you anymore." Mu Ning looked at Nuwa with a smile.

With his current level of cultivation, he can easily defeat Nuwa at the fifth level of Saint. The current Nuwa cannot pose a threat to the human race.

He just practiced with him, and saw Mu Ning put away the Kunwu Sword and slap his palm forward with a rotation.

Nuwa was instantly knocked several meters away.

"You--." Nuwa looked at Mu Ning in shock, blood slowly flowing from the corner of her mouth.

So this is the gap? No wonder Yuanshi and Zhunti were killed by Mu Ning.

This person didn't use his full strength at all before. In just a short period of time, the Jiejiao has grown so fast.

"Haha... Didn't you voluntarily withdraw from the catastrophe in Zixiao Palace? Why do you want to intervene now?" Mu Ning withdrew his hand and looked at Nuwa.

"If humanity continues to sleep, what good will it do you if the Human Emperor becomes the Son of Heaven? By then, you will also lose control of the human race, and the human race will be under the control of the Celestial Clan. It seems that this will be of no benefit to you."

Mu Ning really couldn't understand it. She was the Holy Mother of the human race, and there were many temples dedicated to her.

Why does she want the human race to fall so much? It seems that it is more beneficial to her if the human race develops well.

“You…” Nuwa looked at Mu Ning in shock, her eyes wide open.

Then he frowned and looked at the red hydrangea in his hand with a lonely expression.

Yes, why did she cut off her own path to becoming a saint? Why did she treat the human race like that?

She herself created the human race, and if the human race were to destroy her, she would definitely be affected. At the very least, her cultivation would decline, and at worst, she would lose her sainthood.

As Nuwa's eyes gradually became clearer, she looked at Mu Ning and spoke slowly.

"I don't know what happened. Maybe I was really wrong. The human race is doing well now."