At this thought, Queen Mother of the West's expression turned somewhat ugly.
It seemed that even Saints could not remain detached while the Primordial World was in turmoil.
Even Goddess Nuwa had begun forming her own faction.
Could West Kunlun truly remain uninvolved?
With that thought, Queen Mother of the West finally sighed and said nothing more.
Goddess Nuwa glanced at her and fell briefly silent as well.
In the end, she transformed into a streak of light and vanished from West Kunlun.
She had already said what needed to be said.
She had already done what needed to be done.
What remained was to see how Queen Mother of the West would choose.
Would Queen Mother of the West continue living in seclusion?
Or would she choose to rely on her and actively make preparations?
No one could say what the future held.
Goddess Nuwa had to begin making thorough preparations of her own.
After all, the Demon Clan had already reached the point of decline.
And in Dao Ancestor Hongjun's eyes, it was merely a chess piece.
Thus, she had no choice but to distance herself from the Demon Clan.
Once she separated herself from the Demon Clan, Goddess Nuwa would no longer possess any power of her own.
She had to establish a new faction for herself.
At the very least, it had to be able to handle unexpected events.
After Goddess Nuwa departed, Queen Mother of the West sank into prolonged contemplation.
Even Goddess Nuwa had to respond so cautiously.
Then where should she go from here?
Queen Mother of the West could not help falling into deep thought.
Just as Queen Mother of the West was lost in thought,
the image in the sky finally disappeared.
The Grand Dao Script vanished as well.
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