Nuwa's Challenge

"Zhunti, what do you mean by 'a mere woman'? What is it that cannot be compared to you? Explain yourself clearly."

Upon hearing this, the countless Primordial Beings instantly understood.

Sage Zhunti had fallen into Taoist Randeng's trap, and had indeed provoked Sage Nuwa's anger.

Now that Goddess Nuwa had spoken, it seemed Sage Zhunti was in for a rough time.

At this moment, Sage Zhunti of the Western Sect's Mount Sumeru had a face that had turned utterly black.

He had fallen into Taoist Randeng's scheme.

Yet, things had come to this.

He had no way out.

Taoist Randeng's plan was indeed clever.

No matter what, it would leave him embarrassed.

If he did not speak up to refute it.

Then he would certainly be branded with the title of the weakest sage.

If he did speak up to refute it.

He would surely offend another sage.

But since things had come to this, even if it meant offending Sage Nuwa.

He could not afford to show weakness.

Otherwise, not only would he have offended Sage Nuwa.

But he would also be stuck with the title of the weakest sage, a loss that outweighed any gain.

Thus, he could only steel himself and continue to argue.

"Goddess Nuwa, do not be so unreasonable. Do you not already understand what I mean?"

At this point, Sage Zhunti only hoped that Nuwa would back down.

Otherwise, things would truly become difficult to handle.

Hearing this, Nuwa grew even more furious and agitated.

She was already somewhat irritated by the human race and that female saint named Sanqi.

And now this Sage Zhunti, picking on the weak, had dared to target her?

If this could be endured, what could not?

"Fine, Zhunti. You dare to look down on This Venerable One so much?"

"Now, This Venerable One issues a challenge. After the Hongmeng Purple Gold List's Mystic Treasure Ranking ends, you and I shall have a bout."

"We must settle who is superior, or else you, this Western Barbarian, will never know the might of me, Nuwa!"

Hearing this, Sage Zhunti's face grew even darker.

But since things had come to this, he could only tough it out.

"As if I fear you!"

The countless Primordial Beings, hearing the clash between the two sages, immediately became intrigued.

A battle between sages...

Since the ancient times when the few had attained sagehood, they had never fought again.

Now, Goddess Nuwa was about to duel with Sage Zhunti...

Nuwa had issued a challenge to Zhunti.

And Zhunti had accepted...

This was absolutely a monumental event that would shake the ages...

Who was stronger between Sage Zhunti and Goddess Nuwa?

Who was truly the weakest sage?

They could only wait until the Mystic Treasure Ranking concluded.

Everyone grew more and more expectant.

In an extremely secluded valley within the Primordial Land.

There stood a massive, resplendent palace.

Inside the palace, a young man was half-reclining, utterly at ease, lying with his head on a woman's lap.

This woman was none other than the unfamiliar female saint named Sanqi who had once appeared in the Primordial Land.

At this moment, Sanqi was gently massaging the young man's shoulders.

Sanqi's eyes were filled entirely with this young man.

The deep infatuation in her eyes was something to envy.

Beside this young man stood another woman.

This woman was equally stunning, with a beauty that could overshadow the Primordial World.

In fact, she carried even more allure than Sanqi, possessing a captivating charm that could bewilder all beings.

At that moment, this woman had placed the young man's legs on her own lap, gently kneading them.

Her technique was so tender it was almost unheard of.

It was as if these legs were the finest treasure in heaven and earth, and she couldn't bear to let them go.

Then, Sanqi brought her red lips close to the young man's ear, breathing softly as she asked in a gentle voice:

"Master, who do you think is stronger between those two?"

But the young man merely snored lightly, offering no reply.

The woman carefully massaging the young man's legs cast a brief glance at Sanqi.

"Little Seven, Master is tired. Don't disturb his rest..."

Sanqi looked slightly aggrieved, her stunning red lips pouting a little:

"I understand, Sister Yao Yao."

With that, her gaze turned toward the sky...

"Sister Yao Yao, look, it's your treasure that's appeared..."

Yao Yao smiled faintly, not even blinking, her eyes fixed on the legs before her.

At that moment, the fan-shaped treasure in the sky had been suspended for a long time.

The Grand Dao Script finally descended.

[Treasure Ranking, Eighteenth Place: Nine Treasures Flowing Cloud Fan. Primordial Treasure. Forged from ten thousand acres of celestial auspicious clouds, containing all manner of Merit within, fused with nine kinds of celestial supreme treasures, created by nature itself. It can avert misfortune and bring good luck, turn calamity into blessing, and possesses the great divine power of knowing the past and foreseeing the future. With Merit upon it, no spell can touch it. One fan unleashes endless fortune; two fans release boundless Merit; three fans can directly connect one to Hunyuan Daluo. Master: Yao Yao!]

As the information about this fan was revealed.

"Boom..."

The entire Primordial World erupted in uproar.

The clamor was louder than ever before.

Everyone groaned.

This Yao Yao was insane...

To possess such an incredible treasure.

How was anyone supposed to survive?

Nine Treasures Flowing Cloud Fan...

Primordial Treasure... created by nature itself...

Three fans can directly connect one to Hunyuan Daluo...

What did that mean?

Wasn't Hunyuan Daluo the Sage realm?

With a few fans of this thing, you could become a Sage?

"My god..."

"Since when have Sages been so worthless?"

"Since the creation of heaven and earth, only seven Sages have appeared in the entire Primordial World, and now you're telling me that with a few fans of a fan, you can become a Sage?"

"I feel like this is bullshit..."

"Senior Little Erbi... are you still there? Can you tell us if this treasure's abilities are real?"

"Senior Little Erbi? Are you still there?"

"Don't bother Senior Little Erbi... If he's not talking, he's not here. Maybe he went to take a dump..."

"..."

The abilities of this treasure directly shook the entire Primordial World...

After all, those abilities were simply too outrageous.

No wonder it could overpower the Four Swords of Zhuxian and the God-Slaying Spear.

These abilities were truly too terrifying...

In the Heavenly Court, the two majestic figures, upon seeing this treasure, suddenly rose, their eyes revealing expressions of disbelief.

For countless years, they had been searching for the Opportunity to Become a Sage...

Yet they had found nothing at all.

Could fanning this Nine Treasures Flowing Cloud Fan a few times really make one a Sage?

If it were true, then the opportunity to become a Sage was right before the two brothers' eyes.

Emperor Jun and Taiyi exchanged a glance.

Both could see the ambition in the other's eyes.

"This Yao Yao... we might have to destroy her..."

The boundless greed within their hearts had already been stirred.

This person named Yao Yao not only possessed the Twelfth-Grade World-Cleansing White Lotus, but also a Primordial Treasure like the Nine Treasures Flowing Cloud Fan...

Her fortune truly soared to the heavens...

Within the Sorcerer Race's sacred land, inside the enormous Ancestral Witch Hall.

Twelve towering figures that blotted out the sky and sun abruptly rose to their feet.

Their gazes locked tightly onto that fan in the sky.

Because their Sorcerer Race had flawed Primordial Spirits, they could not cultivate.

Naturally, they had no chance to become Sages.

Now that this fan could grant the opportunity to become a Sage with a few waves.

Didn't that mean the time for their Sorcerer Race to rise completely was at hand?

Once all twelve of them, the Ancestral Witches, became Sages.

They would then deploy the Twelve Heavens Godly Devils Formation.

The Demon Race would absolutely be unable to stop them.

It was estimated that even Dao Ancestor Hongjun would be powerless to intervene...

In that case, wouldn't this Primordial World become theirs, the Sorcerer Race's?

For a moment, all twelve figures revealed expressions of intense greed.

Deep beneath the Western lands, a figure suddenly shot out from within the Blood Sea.

It was none other than Ancestor Minghe, known as the strongest beneath the Sages.

He too was now staring fixedly at that fan in the sky.

His entire body trembled with excitement.

Just moments ago, he had been gloating within the Blood Sea.

Because three of his treasures had made it onto the ranking.

They were:

The Yuantu and Abi Swords, ranked fortieth.

The Xuan Yuan Water Control Banner, one of the Five Elements Banners, ranked twenty-sixth.

The Twelfth-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus, one of the Four-Sided Lotus Platforms, ranked twenty-fifth.

With results like these, how could he not be secretly pleased?

After all, he had fared far better than Sage Zhunti, one of the Six Sages.

But just as he was reveling in his joy, the Treasure Ranking had revealed a treasure capable of making one a Sage.

Naturally, it had thrown him into utter chaos.

Though he was called the strongest beneath the Sages.

All beneath the Sages were but ants!

Only by becoming a Sage could one roam freely and unrestrained.

It seemed this Nine Treasures Flowing Cloud Fan was his opportunity to become a Sage?

Just as the countless beings of the Primordial World remained in shock.

The Purple-Gold Qi in the sky once again seethed and spread.

The next treasure was about to emerge...