Cultivation Regression!

The white-haired woman smiled calmly, neither denying nor concealing it—

She was Meng Po, who had rushed here from the depths of the Netherworld, and also Houtu, who had once transformed into Pingxin.

Upon hearing this, Nuwa's eyes instantly burned hot, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Even her Saint's state of mind, unshaken through countless tribulations, rippled in waves at this moment, unable to calm for a long while!

"Pingxin!"

Hongjun's Three Corpses' pupils contracted as he finally recognized her identity.

So the Netherworld had noticed the disturbance long ago—even Pingxin had personally sent out an incarnation!

His mind raced through countless calculations, and his expression darkened once more—

"Pingxin, are you truly going to sever all ties with the Heavenly Dao?

"The previous conflicts have already left relations between us drawn like swords.

"If you still insist on obstructing the Heavenly Dao's enforcement today, "Then this poor daoist shall have no choice but to represent the orthodox Heavenly Dao and formally declare war on your Earthly Dao!"

Meng Po gave a cold laugh at his words, her gaze sharp as a blade.

"When has the Heavenly Dao ever shown the Earthly Dao even a shred of kindness?

"You make it sound noble, but you had already laid a Killing Game in the shadows, pressing forward step by step!

"You used your status as a Saint to bully the younger generation, gravely wounding two Saints of my Earthly Dao, and nearly destroying my dear friend's foundation—this debt has yet to be settled!"

Before her words had faded, she raised her slender hand, and her mana surged forth with a roar!

Her five fingers clenched in the air as laws intertwined like roaring dragons.

In an instant, they condensed into a colossal palm imprint that tore through space, crashing down with the