Nuwa's Blessing

Meanwhile, on Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged smiles.

This act had been a great success.

The two exchanged a glance and continued their performance.

Zhunti suddenly gritted his teeth. "That bitch Nuwa dared to humiliate us like this! We must recover our dignity from the Human Race!

The current Human Emperor, Di Xin, was in his prime and full of ambition.

As for the mistress of the central palace, Empress Jiang, she was virtuous and wise. She had Di Xin's deep trust and the Human Race's admiration. We can start with her!"

"Senior Brother, you mean..."

Zhunti's eyes lit up as he instantly understood Jieyin's intentions.

"Exactly!"

Jieyin sneered. "As long as we can cause Empress Jiang to die unexpectedly, then support a woman close to our Western Religion in taking her place and have her whisper in Di Xin's ear, why worry that the teachings of our Western Religion will not flourish in the eastern lands?

When the time came, with the Human Race's fortune upon us, Nuwa's title as the Human Race's Saint Mother would become the greatest joke!"

In an instant, a vicious scheme took shape in their hearts.

Meanwhile, within Quiet Heart Garden.

Nuwa was meditating with her eyes closed, the Dao's aura circulating around her. Suddenly, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, as though she had sensed something.

In the unseen currents of fate, malice targeting the Human Race's fortune was quietly brewing.

As the Human Race's Saint Mother, the Human Race's fortune was intimately tied to her.

No slightest disturbance could escape her senses.

She opened her eyes, a trace of coldness flashing through them. Her fingers calculated lightly, and she instantly grasped the cause and effect.

"Those two shameless wretches from the west again..."

A mocking sneer curved Nuwa's lips.

"They want to