Chapter 191 Vitality
"Why did you have to take this on yourself? The Golden Crow's patrol of the sky is in accordance with the will of Heaven. It was Kuafu who overestimated himself and brought about his own death. Who can he blame?" Nuwa was seething with anger.
"Hou Yi shooting down the suns caused a great disaster, yet the Wu tribe did not punish him. Instead, they regarded him as a hero. The matter of Prince Changqin is an even more messy affair. Who is right and who is wrong is no longer clear. Hou Yi's death was his own doing. If there is any fault, you should blame the Wu tribe, not yourself." Only then did Nuwa realize that Fuxi had so many things hidden in his heart.
"Big brother feels deeply guilty towards Dijun. If the demon race is defeated, Dijun will have no chance of survival. The fact that the witch and demon race are in this situation is the eldest brother's responsibility. Every battle is a life-or-death struggle. It's either me or the ancestral witch who dies."
Fuxi dared not look at Nuwa, for if he were to die, Nuwa would be left alone in the world, without relatives or help, utterly destitute.
“No, absolutely not,” Nuwa hugged one of Fuxi’s arms. “You are the brother of a sage, who in the primordial world does not know that? Although it is inevitable that you will be injured in battle, no one dares to take your life.”
“Sister…” Fuxi hesitated, “Yes, my status is very special. Even the other sages would give you face.”
"This is the Demon Summoning Banner that the Demon Emperor asked me to give you, as a token of his sincerity," Fuxi placed the banner in front of Nuwa. "All the demons have offered their heart's blood. In the future, you can use this banner to summon the demons, and they will have no choice but to obey your orders."
Nuwa had a thousand words to say but no way to express them; she was caught in a dilemma, which was her current predicament.
“Sister, if you don’t speak, I’ll take that as your agreement. The Lich King and the Demon King must fight to the death to decide the outcome. Sister, you can wait peacefully in the Nuwa Palace. There’s no need to risk angering the Dao Ancestor. The good news will surely reach the Nuwa Palace soon.” Fuxi turned and strode out of the Nuwa Palace.
“Brother…” Nuwa called out to Fuxi, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, “I wish you a successful return, brother, and that you will sweep away all the witches and display your might.”
Fuxi smiled with relief, "I will live up to my sister's expectations. The demon race will surely win and dominate the prehistoric world."
Fuxi left resolutely, without looking back, nor daring to turn back, for fear that if he did, he would be reluctant to leave.
A silent desolation permeated the Nuwa Palace. Nuwa stared intently at the demon-summoning banner on the table, her heart filled with turmoil.
What should she do? Who can stop the mad demon emperor and the reckless demon race now? Who is willing to protect the human race?
Nuwa held the red embroidered ball, and the tears she had been holding back for so long finally fell. There were no more tears. In front of her were the witch clan, and behind her were the demon clan. The human race was like a piece of meat, and every clan wanted to take a bite. She could only endure the torment and watch, pretending to be blind and deaf.
It's pathetic, lamentable, and self-deceptive...
Who says saints are immune to calamities? Immortality seems more like a curse now...
...Lishan...
"Your Majesty, why are you here all alone?" Chang Hao was startled and quickly looked around. If Yuan Shi knew that a man and a woman were alone in a room late at night, who knows what kind of trouble it would cause.
“Chang Hao…” Nuwa’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she glanced at Chang Hao with suppressed emotion, thus isolating this place from the Heavenly Dao’s gaze. Then, she lowered her eyes and tears flowed before she could speak.
Chang Hao was dumbfounded. Nuwa had deliberately come to Lishan to cry in front of him!
Chang Hao sat quietly to the side, handing Nuwa a plain handkerchief, as still as a chicken.
Nuwa waited in vain for Chang Hao to ask her any questions. She could only snatch the handkerchief from Chang Hao's hand, wipe her face, and then put it back in her own hand. "Aren't you going to ask me why I came to see you?" All those tears were for nothing.
"Since you've come to me, you'll eventually tell me. Why should I rush to ask?" He'll listen when Nuwa is ready to speak. Chang Hao, on the other hand, remains calm and unmoved. It's a contest of who can hold their temper longer.
"Di Jun plans to use the souls of human boys and girls to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword to break the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Formation..." Nuwa's words were like a bolt from the blue for Chang Hao.
Chang Hao felt as if struck by lightning, his mind buzzing. Forging a living soul into a sword was not only a human sacrifice, but also a sinister act that greatly damaged one's fortune.
"Chang Hao, I really had no other choice but to come to you," Nuwa said with a mournful expression. "I'm caught between the demon race on the left and the human race on the right. It's a dilemma, a real dilemma."
"Stopping is wrong, not stopping is wrong, going left is wrong, going right is wrong, remaining silent is wrong." Nuwa never knew that something so difficult could happen, even more difficult than becoming a saint.
"If you have no ideas, how could I possibly have any?" Chang Hao hadn't come to his senses yet and answered instinctively.
If the Slaughtering Sword is truly forged, what difference is there between Di Jun and Rahu? With Di Jun's intellect, he would never have thought of such a method. Who, who is secretly plotting against him?
Chang Hao gasped, thinking of Tongtian, who had been ambushed and hadn't even bothered to find evidence before pinning the blame on Luo Hou, since that was Luo Hou's specialty.
"No, you must have a way. Taiyi is no ordinary person to you. If you step in to stop it, you can definitely quell this matter. Save one tribe at a time. I beg you." Nuwa pleaded earnestly. "I really can't step in."
"But I..."
"But what can we do?" Nuwa asked anxiously, "If we wait any longer, it will be too late."
"Tell me your concerns. As long as it doesn't involve the demon race or the human race, I have a way to resolve them." Nuwa was at her wit's end; Chang Hao was her last hope.
"Even if I intervene, I cannot guarantee that things will succeed. Your Majesty should not place too much hope in me." Chang Hao could not guarantee that he could persuade Di Jun to back down.
"As long as you're willing to step forward, I'll appreciate it." Nuwa felt a great weight lifted from her heart.
"But..." Chang Hao did have some concerns.
"But how?" Nuwa pressed.
Chang Hao looked troubled. "If the Slaughtering Witch Sword fails, the demon race will be unable to withstand the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. If the formation breaks, Emperor Jun's life path will be cut short. I once swore a solemn oath before the Dao Ancestor that I would die and perish if I interfered in the war between the witches and demons."
"In this way, it will be difficult for me to step forward. Life and death on the battlefield are decided in an instant. How can I bear to watch Di Jun and Tai Yi perish?" Even if Nuwa did not come to inform him today, Chang Hao would not be able to sit still after learning about it. It was imperative to stop the forging of the Witch-Slaying Sword.
However, Nuwa is a saint. If she were to take action, what threat could the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation pose?
Why couldn't Nuwa intervene? At worst, she would be punished by being confined to a wall for millions of years before becoming a good saint again, which wouldn't hurt her at all.
"Chang Hao, you can rest assured about this matter. As long as the formation is broken, I will definitely go into battle. So what if it's Pangu's true form? This saint would like to have a go with him." Nuwa quietly revealed her plan, giving Chang Hao a sense of reassurance. "Rescuing Di Jun and Taiyi is absolutely no problem."
"If you are willing to help, why not just tell me directly? Such roundabout methods may jeopardize important matters." Chang Hao couldn't understand which was more important, a saint or a witch-slaying sword, but Di Jun naturally understood.
Now it was Nuwa's turn to look troubled. "The Dao Ancestor clearly stated that he forbade the sages from interfering in the Great Tribulation, so as not to damage the primordial earth veins. If we disobey, I'm afraid our sacred bodies will be in danger."
"Fuxi is also aware of this matter. How could Dijun be willing to gamble? He also wouldn't believe that I would risk damaging my sacred body to go into battle." Nuwa was worried. She hadn't just been warned; she already had the Fallen Saint Pill within her body.
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