The Plea of the Human Race

Many mighty beings turned pale as a certain possibility dawned on them.

Could it be that the Demon Race was also secretly slaughtering the world's living creatures?

If that were truly the case, it would be utterly terrifying.

Dijiang's deep voice once again echoed through the air:

"Since the Hongmeng Purple Gold List has revealed our Witch Race's Demon Slayer Sword, then that thing your Demon Race forged cannot be hidden either. Just wait for the Hongmeng Purple Gold List to expose your hypocritical faces..."

"Let the Primordial Beings see what kind of creatures you Demons really are..."

Hearing this, many great beings' hearts skipped a beat.

As the saying goes, there are no waves without wind.

For Dijiang of the Witch Race to speak such words was enough to prove that the Demon Race was secretly forging something as well.

It seemed neither the Demon Race nor the Witch Race were anything good.

In the Heavenly Court, Emperor Jun and Taiyi exchanged a glance, a flicker of worry appearing in their eyes.

If the magic treasure they had secretly forged were truly made public...

Then the face of their Demon Race would be utterly lost...

"Brother Taiyi, are you certain it's safe hidden inside the Chaos Bell?"

Taiyi gave a bitter smile:

"Big Brother, things have come to this. We can only hide that treasure inside the Chaos Bell. Whether it can be concealed or not, we have no way of knowing... after all, there's no better place to store it..."

Emperor Jun shook his head helplessly.

It seemed this was the only option.

If fortune comes, it cannot be avoided; if disaster strikes, it cannot be escaped...

The Hongmeng Creation List had emerged, revealing many hidden secrets.

Who knew what consequences it would bring to the Primordial World once everything was truly exposed...

The Purple-Gold Qi in the sky began to churn once more.

After a moment, golden light blazed in the air, and another magic treasure manifested.

The billions of Primordial Beings looked closely—it was another long sword.

This sword was neither entirely a sword nor entirely a blade.

Its body was not straight, but bore a strange, curved line.

One side was the blade edge, now glowing with a scarlet sheen.

The other side was jagged like wolf fangs, crisscrossing unevenly.

As soon as this sword appeared.

Emperor Jun and Taiyi in the Heavenly Court instantly changed color.

Their expressions were extremely grim...

They had never imagined that hiding this sword inside the Chaos Bell would still fail to conceal it.

It seemed the Demon Race, like the Witch Race, was about to take a heavy fall before the Primordial Beings.

After the golden light manifested the sword.

The purple qi began to churn again, and then Grand Dao Script gradually took shape in the air:

["Treasure Ranking Forty-Fourth: Witch Slaughtering Sword. Forged from the branches of the Fusang Divine Tree, tempered with the essence blood and souls of tens of millions of humans, now fully matured. Specially designed to break the physical bodies of the Witch Race. Even Great Shamans and Ancestral Shamans can be slain. Boundless in power, but because it targets only the Witch Race, it ranks forty-fourth. Master: Emperor Jun!"]

As soon as these lines of Grand Dao Script appeared, the entire Primordial World erupted in uproar.

All gazes turned in shock toward the Heavenly Court.

The whole Primordial World fell into utter chaos.

So it wasn't just the Witch Race secretly slaughtering humans to forge swords.

The Demon Race had done the same.

And the number of humans the Demon Race had killed was likely several times greater...

Thus, both the Witch and Demon Clans...

Were no better than each other.

Such monstrous killing intent was simply appalling...

Many mighty beings in the Primordial World cursed inwardly.

At the same time, they turned their gazes toward Wa Palace.

After all, humanity was a species created by Goddess Nuwa when she attained sainthood.

Was it really alright for the Witch and Demon Clans to massacre them so wantonly?

Would Goddess Nuwa truly do nothing?

Everyone waited for Goddess Nuwa's response...

Yet from the depths of the sky, within Wa Palace, no sound ever came down.

This made many people's expressions shift again and again.

Ever since Goddess Nuwa created humanity.

She had basically never looked after the Human Race again...

The great powers of the Primordial Land had originally thought Goddess Nuwa was tempering humanity...

Now it seemed that was not the case.

Humanity had been utterly abandoned by Nuwa...

Countless faces showed sympathy.

That the Human Race was being so wantonly slaughtered by the Witch Race and Demon Race—wasn't this too tragic?

The environment of the Primordial Land was already incomparably harsh.

Humanity was weak, their survival extremely difficult.

They had always struggled on the edge of life and death.

On top of that, all kinds of calamities in the Primordial Land came without end.

Humanity had already reached the point of gasping for breath.

Yet the Witch Race and Demon Race specifically captured humans, slaughtering them to refine the Witch Slaughtering Sword and Demon Slayer Sword.

The weak Human Race now cowered like rats in the streets, barely clinging to life.

Perhaps in a little while, this Human Race would be completely wiped out?

A mass extinction of a species...

Thinking of this, many great powers shuddered...

At that moment, in a corner of the Primordial Land, countless humans stood there.

Tears streamed down every face.

After all, all of this was far too cruel for them.

Since their birth, no matter how brutal the conditions.

The ancestors of the Human Race had never given up.

On the contrary, they fought hard, struggling to the death.

Carrying an endless will to battle, they charged forward one after another to die.

All for the sake of preserving the last spark of humanity's bloodline.

So that the Human Race would not be completely annihilated.

They fought against Heaven, against Earth, against other living beings of the Primordial Land.

They gathered the strongest will to fight, then planted their feet firmly in the Primordial Land, standing their ground.

To become a race that stood tall between Heaven and Earth.

To become a race of flesh and blood, with heart and soul.

Yet at this very moment, they were utterly heartbroken and disappointed.

Since Holy Mother Nuwa had created them, why did she ignore them completely?

If she ignored them on ordinary days, letting humanity struggle freely, that could be borne.

But now the Witch Race and Demon Race were hunting humans on a massive scale.

As humanity's Holy Mother Nuwa, why did she turn a blind eye?

If that was the case, why create humanity in the first place?

Was it only for the merit of creating humans to attain the Saint realm?

At this moment, all of humanity, led by Suirenshi and Youchaoshi, knelt to the ground, devoutly prostrating toward Wa Palace:

"Humanity begs Holy Mother Nuwa to seek justice for the Human Race..."

"Humanity begs Holy Mother Nuwa to seek justice for the Human Race..."

At first, this voice was extremely faint.

Moments later, that voice spread like wildfire across the entire Primordial Land.

All surviving humans knelt to the ground, pleading with Saint Nuwa.

The sound gradually became a roaring tide.

That vast, majestic voice completely overwhelmed everything in the Primordial Land.

The entire world was left with only humanity's earth-shaking, heaven-stirring plea.

They had never needed Nuwa's protection.

All of the Human Race would fight for themselves.

Now, at this moment, facing injustice, facing slaughter, all they needed was a fair reckoning.

They only needed Holy Mother Nuwa to step forward and demand justice for them.

That was all.

The roaring, earth-shaking cries continued, hoarse and desperate.

Every member of the Human Race knelt to the ground, begging Nuwa to seek justice for them.

All the great powers were shaken by the Human Race, as weak and insignificant as ants.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches in the Ancestral Witch Hall.

The two Demon Lords of the Heavenly Court.

All their faces turned extremely ugly.

That weak Human Race, those ant-like creatures, actually possessed such courage?

Wasn't this a slap in the face to the Witch Race and the Demon Race? Wasn't this humiliating them?

They tried several times to speak, but in the end, nothing came out...

The blood-soaked cries of the weak Human Race and their roaring, earth-shaking howls continued unabated...

The entire Primordial Land was covered with the Human Race, all of them crying out in blood.

Their unyielding perseverance, their immortal will that spanned the ages, deeply shook all other living beings...

What they asked for was truly not much—only that Holy Mother Nuwa would act to demand justice for them.

That was all.

At this moment, all eyes were fixed on the direction of Wa Palace.

Nuwa the Saint...

What choice would she make?