The light from the furnace cast a faint glow on his face, adding a touch of rosiness to his ashen cheeks.
She took one last look at Fuxi, her hand brushing across his closed eyes. The person who would smile and call her "Wa'er" was gone forever.
It felt cold to the touch.
Nuwa cried out in pain again, lifting Fuxi with both hands, her hands trembling, yet her strength increasing. Slowly but resolutely, she sent him into the Heaven-Refining Furnace!
The fire was instantly decisive.
Fuxi and Nuwa were both ancient demon gods, and even their corpses were extraordinary.
Back then, even a mere five-colored spirit stone could be refined into a sky-mending stone. Now, what will happen if the corpse of an ancient demon god, which is extremely rare and precious even in the primordial world, is put into the sky-refining furnace?
Nuwa spent a full eighteen years refining her.
Over the past eighteen years, the Heavenly Dao has been enraged and has severely punished the Witch Clan. The cultivation of the nine Ancestral Witches has been damaged, and they are too injured to cause trouble, giving the Demon Clan a chance to recuperate.
During these eighteen years, the Yellow Emperor and the Yan Emperor broke apart again, and the Xuanyuan tribe and the Jiang clan launched a great war. The war ended with the victory of the Xuanyuan tribe, and the trend of unification of the Central Plains of the human race finally emerged.
Over these eighteen years, the Yellow Emperor gradually grew old, and his son Zhuanxu succeeded him, inheriting the position of leader of the Central Plains tribal alliance.
Eighteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the flames in the Heaven-Refining Furnace have dimmed.
Late that night, the Heaven-Refining Furnace was finally opened, and a blinding light of killing intent burst forth, shooting into the Dipper Palace, passing through the Thirty-Three Heavens, and even alarming the Primordial World!
As the immense lightning tribulation descended, a chilling light flashed from within the Heaven-Refining Furnace, and a fierce killing intent condensed into a dark sword, its sharp edge cleaving through the lightning tribulation!
Deep within the Jiuli region.
The Nine Witches, who were recuperating from their injuries, suddenly rose in alarm, their hearts filled with unease. Gazing into the distance at the towering sword light, they felt a strange sense of fear and unease.
Deep within the Heavenly Court.
Kunpeng's face turned deathly pale, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and a sudden jolt went through his mind as he sensed the sword's sharp killing intent. He felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
Deep in the sea of blood.
The Styx Ancestor stumbled as he took a step, and the two swords he used to kill Fuxi, Yuan Tu and A Bi, trembled even more, clearly feeling extremely terrified of the newly born swords.
The Styx Ancestor couldn't help but reach out to grab them and soothe them, but the two swords suddenly leaped up and slashed at each other. With a crack, both swords broke apart!
"When the Sword of Slaughter is drawn, all swords under heaven will submit—I forged this sword with my brother's corpse, seeking only to kill all the great witches under heaven, to cleanse the world of its perils, to stop killing with killing, and to subdue violence with violence!"
Nuwa stretched out her hand toward the sky.
The chilling killing intent swept over the fierce sword that had shaken all races in the primordial world, yet it landed with utmost gentleness, landing softly in her palm and even lightly brushing against her cheek.
Nuwa almost burst into tears in an instant.
She abruptly closed her eyes, forcing back her tears, gripping the sword tightly, but slowly raised her hand, inch by inch, and placed it into Di Jun's hand.
"This sword is called the 'Slaying Witch Sword.' Brother Di Jun, I'm giving you this sword. You must help me—slay all the witches!"
Di Jun stood solemnly and gave a serious reply.
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, two attendants rushed forward in a panic to report. The Heavenly Dao slightly opened its eyes, glanced down at the mortal realm, pondered for a moment, and then shook its head.
"Nuwa has the merit of creating humans and mending the sky, so the calamities of the world should have nothing to do with her from now on. However, the unexpected death of Fuxi has caused her great pain. This can be considered as the heavens and earth failing her. It is rare for her to be so angry, so we will turn a blind eye for now and not be too demanding of her."
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