I! Nuwa, Will Never Become a Saint!

Di Jiang's words sparked Ju Mang's curiosity, and he quickly asked.

"Little sister has someone she fancies? Should we go take a look?"

Di Jiang waved his hand and then spoke.

"It's fine, little sister just has someone she fancies. She'll bring them back when the time comes—no need for that. Besides, she's brought back such important cultivation methods this time. We shouldn't interfere with her affairs; let her be."

Houtu would never have guessed that her unease about the Witch Clan's future would be mistaken for having a romantic interest.

After entering the South Sea, Houtu flew toward the island. She wanted to get to the bottom of this—what exactly was the Witch Clan's future?

On the island at that moment, Empress Nuwa was pulling on Cheng Yue, asking.

"Master, just tell me—what's going to happen to the Witch Clan?"

Cheng Yue had been sitting here, pestered for an entire day. He had to admit, she was a little demon.

She'd been acting spoiled all day and was still at it now. Her persistence was honestly impressive.

But he didn't want to reveal everything.

If word got out, the great trends of the Primordial World might change because of him.

This disciple of his was clever and mischievous—who knew if she'd go blabbing outside.

"If I tell you, you have to promise not to leave until the Witch-Demon Cataclysm is over."

Hearing this, Empress Nuwa thought it over. On one hand, she wanted to go out and have fun; on the other, she wanted to hear the ending.

She wanted both.

More importantly, she hadn't forgotten her promise to block the door. Whether she listened to the lectures didn't matter, but she definitely had to go block that door.

Thinking about that Yuanshi last time, and those two bald monks, anger welled up in her heart.

This grudge had to be settled. If she didn't, it would disgrace her title as Empress Nuwa.

But if she couldn't go out, what about her story?

After a moment's thought, she decided that hearing the story was more important for now.

As for going out or not, she'd figure that out later. At worst, she'd just act spoiled—her master couldn't handle it when she did.

She knew her master well. She had him wrapped around her finger.

Finally, she sat down, nodded, and gave a firm promise.

"Master, don't worry. I absolutely won't go out. Can you tell me now?"

Cheng Yue looked at this little girl and felt she was a bit unreliable.

But if he didn't speak now and let things drag on, he'd really end up having to perform a Dragon Raising Head.

Still, it was just revealing a bit of heavenly secrets. Back in the hundred years before Empress Nuwa had left the house, this little girl had asked about plenty of secrets. He'd expected to get struck by lightning, but nothing happened when he spoke.

He'd said quite a bit since then, but this involved the Witch-Demon Tribulation, and he was afraid of getting entangled.

But seeing the current situation, he had no choice but to speak. Since she'd promised not to leave, it should be fine. So he just said it outright.

"Alright, I'll tell you then."

"The great war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race ends in mutual destruction."

"The Witch Clan has a great formation supporting them, called the Twelve Capital Celestial Evil-Slaying Formation. It can summon a Pangu Phantom. Even a Saint, if caught off guard, can be severely injured by it."

"But unfortunately, as powerful as the formation is, it requires all twelve Ancestor Witches to activate. The problem lies there. After the Saints emerged, Houtu took pity on the souls of the dead with nowhere to go. She transformed into the cycle of reincarnation in the Netherworld, but was schemed against by the one in the Purple Cloud Palace, ending up trapped in the cycle forever."

"As for the Demon Race, their fate isn't much better. They slaughtered the human race to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword. This method worked against the Witch Clan, but it violated the will of heaven. In the end, they could only fight to the death with the Witch Clan."

When he reached this point, Empress Nuwa seemed to hear about the human race. Her heart stirred with some feeling, but she didn't know what this race was.

"Master, master, what is the human race?"

When Cheng Yue mentioned the human race, a trace of nostalgia flickered in his eyes.

He was human himself, so he naturally felt fondness for them.

"The human race is a race that Empress Nuwa will create in the future. They will carry great fortune—it's Empress Nuwa's path to enlightenment, and also the path for all Saints."

Empress Nuwa was stunned, a bit speechless. She hadn't expected to end up as part of the story herself.

"Then, Master, you said the Demon Race slaughtered humans to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword. Wouldn't Empress Nuwa stop them?"

This made Cheng Yue sigh helplessly.

"She can't. It's the great trend established by the Heavenly Dao. How could Empress Nuwa interfere? At that time, she would already be a Heavenly Dao Saint, her Primordial Spirit entrusted to the Heavenly Dao. She wouldn't be free to act. How could she stop it?"

"And even if she did, what then? Empress Nuwa would later join the Demon Race. Both sides would be dear to her—how could she choose?"

Empress Nuwa's mood instantly became complicated. She almost wanted to reveal herself.

She hadn't expected the heavenly secrets to be like this. She would join the Demon Race, create humans, and then watch the Demon Race slaughter the humans she had created.

Wasn't that a bit too dramatic?

Hearing this, Empress Nuwa continued asking.

"Master, what if Empress Nuwa didn't join the Demon Race and didn't create humans? What would happen?"

This question left even Cheng Yue stunned.

If Empress Nuwa didn't join the Demon Race, after becoming a saint, she would naturally protect the human race. But if she didn't create humans, she wouldn't become a saint herself, and later Laozi wouldn't have the opportunity to establish the Human Sect. Without Laozi's revelation, Yuanshi and Tongtian, along with the two Western Saints, wouldn't be inspired by this method either—they'd probably be pondering it for ages.

But during that time of deliberation, the Witch-Slaying Sword wouldn't be born, and the war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race might turn into a one-sided slaughter. If Hongjun didn't intervene, the battle might end with the Witch Clan becoming the masters of heaven and earth.

Then again, it's hard to say—other variables could emerge from the Demon Race's side. But with Kunpeng around as a teammate-saboteur, the final outcome would likely be unpleasant regardless.

"If so, the conclusion of the Witch-Demon War would be rewritten, and the timing of the saints' emergence would be delayed by quite a bit."

After hearing this conservative answer, Empress Nuwa formed her own idea. As long as she didn't create humans and didn't become a saint, everything would be fine. She'd just cultivate to a certain realm in the Daoist Canon before worrying about anything else. That old man Hongjun still dared to cause her trouble? This time, she'd spite him—she simply wouldn't become a saint, just to infuriate him!

Seeing Cheng Yue still lost in thought, a hint of a smile crept onto Empress Nuwa's lips.

"Master, I've finished listening to this story. I'll take my leave now—I'm going to cultivate. I won't emerge from seclusion until I reach Mystic Immortal!"

With that, she headed straight for the side hall. Sitting down there, she began her cultivation.

Cheng Yue nodded, a full smile on his face.

"It seems this story still has its benefits—at least it made this little girl realize how dangerous this world really is."

After saying this, he too closed his eyes and began cultivating.

No sooner had he shut his eyes than a voice sounded from outside the door.

"Junior Dirt Block Daoist pays respects to Senior. I have a request to make."