Mutual Destruction!

With ninety percent of immeasurable merit bestowed upon her, it shimmered in conjunction with the Primordial Violet Qi between her brows.

In an instant, Nuwa's aura underwent a seismic shift.

The next moment, an indescribable pressure erupted from within her, spreading outward from her as the center, rapidly sweeping across the East Sea, permeating the Primordial World, and enveloping all realms.

The entire world trembled.

Purple Qi surged like a tide across the sky, and all living beings involuntarily knelt on the ground, shouting in unison:

"Congratulations to Saint Nuwa on achieving the Dao!"

On Kunlun Mountain, Laozi and Yuanshi felt this surge of energy, their expressions changing drastically.

As the direct descendants of Pangu, with pure orthodox lineage, their failure to achieve sainthood thus far could be somewhat consoled.

Now, even Nuwa had broken through the threshold before them. How could they not feel a pang of bitterness, how could their hearts not tighten?

What was most frustrating was that after cultivating for so many years, neither of them had even touched the legendary Dao of Saints, let alone achieved it.

They didn't even have a clue in which direction to head!

The grievances and helplessness in this matter were simply impossible to explain to outsiders.

On Spirit Mountain.

"Damn it! It's the Intercepting Sect again! Why does the Heavenly Dao always favor the Intercepting Sect? I'm not reconciled!!"

Zhunti smashed the stone platform before him with a palm, his face ashen, almost contorted.

One by one, they achieved sainthood, and all of them fell under the Intercepting Sect. How could they possibly maintain their standing?

Was there no one who respected him, the dignified Zhunti?

In the Heavenly Court.

Dijun felt his heart clench as he sensed the power emanating from Nuwa's breakthrough to the Saint realm.

He had just planned to join forces with Yuanshi to suppress Tongtian, and in the blink of an eye, a new Saint had emerged.

How could this situation still be controlled?

Fortunately, Taiyi spoke up to comfort him in a timely manner:

"Brother, there's no need to worry. The Grand Formation of the Stars is nearing completion."

"Once the formation is fully formed, dealing with Tongtian will be a piece of cake."

"As for Nuwa, who just achieved the Dao, we can suppress her with the formation. We should have a sure victory."

Upon hearing this, Dijun's expression eased slightly.

As the creator of the grand formation, he knew better than anyone how terrifying that power was.

Just then--

[Congratulations to the Host, your disciple Nuwa has successfully achieved the Dao and become a Saint. Reward: Ten million Great Dao Merit.]

[Congratulations to the Host, your disciple Nuwa has founded the Human Race. Their destiny is closely linked with the Intercepting Sect.]

[Congratulations to the Host, due to the surge in destiny caused by Nuwa's sainthood, the growth-type supreme treasure, the Sect Master's Seal, has been upgraded to a Low-grade Chaos Spiritual Treasure.]

Three consecutive notifications sounded in his mind. Tongtian was first slightly stunned, then the corners of his mouth curved upward.

Ten million Great Dao Merit was no small sum.

Although it was significantly less than the amount Nuwa received from the Heavenly Dao, in terms of purity and effectiveness, the merit bestowed by the Heavenly Dao was insignificant in his eyes.

What was even more delightful was that the Sect Master's Seal had finally reached the Chaos level.

One must know that in the current Primordial World, apart from the Chaos Bead, any Chaos Spiritual Treasure was a unique existence!

Moreover, this supreme treasure could continue to evolve, with infinite potential!

Almost at the same time.

On the edge of the East Sea.

A clear and resonant cry pierced the sky.

Immediately after, a phoenix, its entire body radiating golden light, soared into the sky, heading straight for the clouds.

A moment later, it flew before Nuwa, lowering its head and bowing in a respectful posture.

"You have some discernment."

Nuwa smiled faintly, accepting its allegiance.

Tongtian watched the proceedings from the side, making no move to stop it.

After all, it was a divine beast at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal level, and it was worthy of being a mount.

It was just that this fellow had always been elusive, usually unseen, and now that someone had achieved sainthood, it immediately appeared to pledge allegiance. Its methods were indeed quite slippery.

"All beings may rise."

"In three thousand years, I will hold a sermon on the Three Immortal Islands for a thousand years. Those who are fated may come and listen to the Dharma."

Nuwa retracted her saintly aura, her voice calm, yet it reverberated in all directions.

The moment these words were spoken, the entire Primordial World erupted in excitement.

Never mind the supreme mysteries contained within a Saint's sermon; the mere mention of Tongtian and the Intercepting Sect was enough to draw countless races to vie for a place.

The only regret was that the date for the Intercepting Sect's second grand recruitment of disciples was still a distant prospect.

Just as the East Sea was the focus of everyone's attention...

Deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, Minghe's heart suddenly stirred.

In the next moment, he emulated Nuwa's actions and began nurturing life with the essence of the blood sea.

Before long, dense figures emerged from the blood waves, covering the sea's surface.

Strangely, among these newly born races, the men had ferocious and ugly appearances, while the women were all stunningly beautiful.

Minghe paid no mind to the difference in appearance. He looked up at the sky and declared loudly:

"Heavenly Dao above, I, Minghe, have now created a race in the boundless Blood Sea, named the Asura Race. I pray the Heavenly Dao bears witness!"

Rumble--!

Thunder rolled, echoing through the Three Realms, instantly drawing countless gazes.

Minghe's face was full of anticipation, waiting for merit to descend.

Who knew that in the next instant, his entire body froze.

It wasn't that nothing happened, but the merit coalescing in the air... was pitifully scarce.

Hiss--

Suppressed laughter erupted from all directions.

Minghe felt his face burn as if scorched by fire, and he roared in uncontrollable rage:

"How unjust is the Heavenly Dao! Nuwa gained immeasurable merit by creating humans, yet why have I only received such meager rewards for creating a race?!"

As soon as his voice fell, a bolt of purple lightning struck from the void without warning, hitting the top of Minghe's head!

And the originally sparse points of merit light vanished the moment the lightning exploded.

It was as if the Heavenly Dao coldly responded: You find it little? Very well, then not a shred shall remain!

Pfft--!

Minghe spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression desolate, a mixture of shame and fury.

The immense humiliation made him dare not linger. He hastily plunged into the depths of the blood sea, fleeing and concealing himself as if escaping.

This time, he had lost all face!

And in another part of the world...

Hongyun, who had been cultivating in Huoyun Cave for many years, felt a slight ripple in his heart upon hearing that Nuwa would be lecturing in three thousand years.

Little did he know that shortly after his departure, Dijun and Taiyi, who had been secretly tracking his movements, had already quietly led their followers to approach this place.

"Big brother, why don't we set up a formation and trap that Hongyun?"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi transmitted to Dijun as they moved swiftly, "It's finally a chance to catch him alone. If the commotion is too great and alerts others, won't all our efforts be in vain?"

In truth, his real concern was not others, but Tongtian. Having suffered setbacks at his hands repeatedly before, he still had lingering fear.

"What you say has merit."

Dijun pondered for a moment, then nodded. "I will use the River Diagram and Luo Book as a guide to set up an undetectable formation."

Not long after his words, a great formation that concealed their aura and sealed off fluctuations took shape.

Just at this moment, Hongyun was leisurely stepping forward, his gaze still lingering on the vast scenery between heaven and earth.

But the moment he stepped into the formation, a chill suddenly surged through his heart, as if he had a premonition.

His expression changed drastically, and he instinctively turned to retreat--

However, before his steps could move, killing intent had already surfaced behind him.

Taiyi, holding the Chaos Bell, stood silently on his retreat path, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"I wonder what guidance the two of you have for blocking this humble Daoist?"

Hongyun, still unaware of the situation, forced himself to remain calm and asked with cupped fists.

"There's nothing else, we just want to ask Daoist friend for a favor."

Taiyi chuckled, his face gentle, but his tone carried an indescribable coldness.

"Oh? Please speak freely. As long as it is within my capabilities, Hongyun will naturally oblige."

"You can definitely do this." Taiyi narrowed his eyes. "It's quite simple—I need to borrow your life."

Before his words could even fall, shadows flickered around them, and dozens of figures emerged.

The weakest among them was a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, with several already reaching the early or even middle stages of the Quasi-Saint realm.

Hongyun's heart sank violently, and he sighed inwardly, "Woe is me! If I had known this would happen, I should have listened to my old friend's advice and joined the Intercepting Sect!"

He suppressed his panic and focused, on guard.

"No need to waste your efforts, fellow Daoist Hongyun."

Taiyi sneered, "This place is sealed by the formation. You won't be able to fly even if you had wings."

Seeing his expression shift slightly, a trace of disdain flickered in Dijun's eyes, as if the person before him was nothing more than an ant.

"You two... I, Hongyun, have always been indifferent to worldly affairs and have never offended the Demon Race. Why are you resorting to such ruthless methods today?"

Hongyun forced a smile, but his body was tense, afraid they would suddenly attack.

"You haven't offended us, but you are simply too 'kind-hearted'."

Dijun spoke slowly, his tone gentle yet his words like knives, "Since that's the case, why not do one last good deed before you die and fulfill our wish."

Hearing this, Hongyun felt a chill run down his spine.

If it weren't for the circumstances, he would have loved to rush up and slap these two across the face!

It's true that I'm kind-hearted, but I'm not an idiot!

What kind of good deed involves sacrificing one's life?!

He said no more, his internal mana rapidly circulating, gritting his teeth and roaring, "If I survive today, I will seek retribution from the Demon Race for this blood debt!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the killing intent in the air surged.

"Since you wish for death, we shall grant it!"

Taiyi's voice was as cold as ice. The Chaos Bell in his hand slammed down, its power shaking mountains and rivers.

The dignified top expert of the Primordial World, Hongyun, Searched his entire being and found only three Spiritual Treasures to protect himself—

Two were low-grade Innate Supreme Treasures, and the only mid-grade one was a belt.

Seeing the Chaos Bell, a symbol of an Innate Supreme Treasure, pressing down on him, Hongyun's face turned ashen. He hastily took out the belt from his waist and resisted with all his might.

His appearance was both pathetic and somewhat absurd.

Dijun and the other demons dispersed, some to support Taiyi, others to completely seal off any escape routes.

As for the possibility of losing?

What kind of existence was an Innate Supreme Treasure? It was both offensive and defensive, with heaven-shattering power.

Moreover, the opponent couldn't even produce a decent magic treasure.

If they lost in such a situation, they might as well disband their Dao and return to the void.

A dull thud echoed, like the cracking of the firmament.

The moment the Chaos Bell collided with the belt, Hongyun felt a destructive, rampant force surge into his body from his waist.

He didn't even have time to channel his mana for defense. His chest tightened, and blood spurted out. He was sent flying millions of miles like a kite with a broken string.

After stabilizing himself, he wiped the blood from his lips, but his heart sank into the abyss.

He knew that he would likely not escape his demise today, and his heart was filled with unwillingness.

Anger blazed in his eyes, hatred surged like a tide, and in an instant, it turned into a look of madness.

"You want my life? Then let's perish together!"

With a furious roar, ignoring his severe injuries, he madly activated his cultivation, intending to fight to the death through self-destruction.

At this very moment—

A clear voice came from the horizon, causing his actions to falter.

"Fellow Daoist, do not panic. I have arrived late!"

It was Zhenyuanzi!

Hongyun's heart trembled, and the tension in his mind finally eased slightly.

It turned out that as soon as Dijun and the others began their attack, Tongtian had already sensed the disturbance.

However, he remembered Hongyun's refusal to join the Intercepting Sect back then. Holding a slight grudge, he didn't immediately inform Zhenyuanzi, wanting him to suffer a little before intervening.

Only now, seeing him on the verge of death and about to destroy himself, did he appear with Zhenyuanzi.

His gaze fell on the belt swaying in the wind, and Tongtian's expression flickered.

An image uncontrollably surfaced in his mind: an old man waving a cloth belt, dancing wildly in the air...

Tsk!

Truly unsightly!