Di Jiang's words piqued Ju Mang's curiosity, and he hurriedly asked.
"Little sister has someone she fancies? Should we go take a look?"
Di Jiang waved his hand and continued.
"It's nothing. Little sister has merely found someone she likes; she can bring him back when the time comes. There's no need to make such a fuss. Besides, she brought back such an important cultivation method this time. We should not interfere with her actions. Let her be."
Houtu would never have imagined that her mere unease about the Witch Clan's future would earn her the label of having someone she liked.
After entering the South Sea, Houtu flew toward the island. She wanted to get to the bottom of this—what exactly would become of the Witch Clan?
Meanwhile, on the island, Nuwa tugged at Cheng Yue and asked.
"Master, tell me already. What will happen to the Witch Clan?"
Cheng Yue had been sitting here, pestered by her for an entire day. He had to admit, she really was a little seductress.
She had acted cute for a whole day and was still at it. That kind of persistence was rather impressive.
Yet he did not want to reveal the entire matter.
If word got out, the great course of the Primordial World might be altered because of him.
His disciple was quirky and mischievous. Who knew whether she would run around spreading it everywhere?
"I can tell you, but you must promise that you will not leave before the Witch-Demon Cataclysm ends."
Upon hearing that, Nuwa deliberated. On one side was going out to have fun; on the other was the ending of the story.
She wanted both.
More importantly, she had not forgotten her agreement to block the door. It did not matter whether she listened to the sermon, but she absolutely had to go block that door.
Thinking of that Yuanshi from last time, as well as those two bald donkeys, the anger in her heart gradually rose.
She had to avenge this grudge. Otherwise, she would disgrace the name Empress Nuwa.
But if she could not go out, what would happen to her story?
After thinking it over, she decided that hearing the story was naturally more important for now.
As for whether she went out or not, she could deal with that later. At worst, she could act cute. Her master would not be able to withstand it.
She knew her own master well enough. She had him wrapped tightly around her finger.
In the end, she sat there, nodded, and gave a firm assurance.
"Master, don't worry. I absolutely won't go out. Can you tell me now?"
Cheng Yue looked at the little girl and somehow felt that she was rather unreliable.
But if he did not tell her now and things continued down this path, he would truly have to put on a performance of Dragon Raising Head.
He would only be revealing a little heavenly secret. In the hundred years before Nuwa had left home, the little girl had already asked him about quite a few heavenly secrets.
He had thought he would be struck by lightning, but after saying them, nothing had happened at all.
He had revealed quite a few things afterward as well, but this involved the Witch-Demon Tribulation. He feared getting entangled in it.
Still, judging by the current situation, he had no choice but to tell her. Besides, she had already agreed not to leave.
There should not be any problem, so he simply began.
"Fine, then I'll tell you."
"The final outcome of the war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race will be mutual destruction."
"Though the Witch Clan will have a great formation supporting them, called the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation, capable of summoning the Pangu Phantom, even a Sage caught unprepared will be severely wounded by that phantom."
"Unfortunately, though the formation is powerful, it requires all twelve Ancestor Witches to activate it. That is where the problem lies. After all the Sages emerge, Houtu will pity the countless beings with nowhere for their souls to return to, transform herself into reincarnation in the Netherworld, and then be plotted against by the one in the Purple Cloud Palace, leaving her unable to depart from reincarnation."
"As for the Demon Race, their fate will not be much better. They will slaughter humans to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword. Though that method will work against the Witch Clan, it will harm the harmony of Heaven. In the end, they can only perish together with the Witch Clan."
At this point, Nuwa seemed to hear the words "human race." Something stirred within her heart, but she did not know what kind of race it was.
"Master, Master, what is the human race?"
When Cheng Yue mentioned the human race, a trace of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.
He was human himself, so he naturally felt affection for them.
"The human race will be a race created by Empress Nuwa in the future. They will possess immense destiny. This will be Empress Nuwa's opportunity to attain the Dao, as well as the opportunity for all the Sages to attain the Dao."
Nuwa froze, feeling somewhat speechless. She had not expected the gossip to somehow involve herself.
"Then, Master, you said the Demon Race will slaughter humans to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword. Won't Empress Nuwa do anything?"
Those words made Cheng Yue unable to stop himself from sighing.
"There is no way for her to interfere. How could Empress Nuwa interfere with the great course established by the Heavenly Dao? By then, she will be a Heavenly Dao Saint, her Primordial Spirit entrusted to the Heavenly Dao. She will be unable to act of her own will. How could she intervene?"
"And even if she did intervene, what then? Empress Nuwa will join the Demon Race in the future. Both sides will be dear to her. How could she choose?"
Nuwa's mood instantly became complicated, and she truly wanted to blow herself up.
She had not expected the heavenly secret to be like this. She would join the Demon Race, then create humans, then watch the Demon Race slaughter the human race she had created.
Wasn't this plot a little too melodramatic?
Nuwa continued asking.
"Master, then what if Empress Nuwa does not join the Demon Race and does not create humans?"
The moment that question came out, even Cheng Yue was stunned.
If Nuwa did not join the Demon Race, then after becoming a Saint, she would naturally protect the human race.
But if she did not create the human race, then she would not become a Saint, and Laozi would not have the opportunity to establish the Human Sect afterward.
Without Laozi's inspiration, Yuanshi, Tongtian, and the two Western Sages would not be enlightened by this method either. They would probably have to ponder it for a long time.
During that time, the Witch-Slaying Sword would not be born, and the war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race might become a one-sided crushing defeat. In that case, if Hongjun did not intervene—
The Witch Clan might truly become the rulers of Heaven and Earth by the end of the battle.
But it was hard to say. Other variables might arise on the Demon Race's side.
Still, as long as Kunpeng, that teammate-dragging disaster, existed, the final result probably would not be pleasant.
"If that happens, the outcome of the Wu-Yao War will be rewritten, and the emergence of the Sages will also be delayed considerably."
After hearing that conservative answer, Nuwa formed her own idea.
As long as she did not create humans and did not become a Saint, would that not settle everything?
She would cultivate until she reached one of the realms described in the Daoist Canon, then worry about everything else.
Would that old man Hongjun dare trouble me? I'll anger you to death this time. I simply won't become a Saint—anger you to death!
Seeing that Cheng Yue seemed to still be thinking, Nuwa smiled faintly.
"Master, I've finished hearing the story, so I'll be leaving first. I'm going to cultivate. I won't come out of seclusion until I reach Mystic Immortal!"
After saying that, she headed straight for the side hall.
After sitting down, she began cultivating.
Cheng Yue nodded, his face full of smiles.
"It seems this story did have its benefits. At the very least, it made this little girl realize just how dangerous this world is."
After saying that, he too closed his eyes and began cultivating.
The moment he closed his eyes, a voice sounded from outside the door.
"This junior, Dirt Block Daoist, pays respects to Senior. I have a matter for which I seek your help."
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