The Void Abyss

Who could have imagined that the Wa Emperor, who had remained silent throughout the Demon Race's slaughter of the Human Race, would today stand alone before the Dao Ancestor and fight with her life on the line?

In those days, blood and fire had covered the land. They burned incense for ten days and kowtowed for a hundred li, praying only for the Wa Emperor's mercy;

Yet all they received was deathly silence from the High Heavens.

Back then, they had believed she was their mother, yet their mother had not reached out—

That pain cut deeper than blades, chilled colder than frost. Over time, it became an old scar upon their hearts, one they dared not touch.

But now, she had come.

Not in the lofty bearing of a Saint, but in flesh and blood, forcibly enduring Heaven's might.

The people were bewildered, shaken, unable to understand, even fearful:

How did she dare? Why did she dare?

The Human Race had long since fallen from power. They had neither troops nor treasures, neither merit nor fortune. Even their value as someone to depend upon had been squeezed dry.

Even for the sake of self-preservation, she should have kept far away.

This choice, as different from before as cloud from mud, left every elder of the Human Race rooted to the spot, unable to comprehend it for a long time.

On Mount Tai's peak, Li Tian stood quietly watching, his gaze stirring slightly.

He suddenly understood—

The thorn in Nuwa's heart had never been pulled out.

Back then, her refusal to act had not been heartlessness. She had simply been the one most tightly bound by the ropes of the Heavenly Dao.

To become a Saint was to become a prisoner. The moment she ascended to Hunyuan, she had been