Outside Thirty-three Heavens, Wa Palace.
The black and yellow light pillar of merit that penetrates the heaven and earth has lost its shocking edge and is floating meekly in front of the temple, like a servant waiting for his master's fate.
In the deepest part of the palace, those eyes that contain creation and destruction are still not closed.
Nuwa's saintly body sits on the futon, motionless, like an eternal statue of a god.
But only she knew that her Sacred Heart was in chaos.
Just now, she was so majestic Heavenly Dao Saint that she was deflated while deducing the basics of a little Quasi-Saint.
Not only was nothing deduced, but he was also shocked by an inexplicable Dao will that made his fingers numb.
This has never happened before in the hundreds of millions of years of saint life.
That chaotic void was like a bottomless black hole. It not only swallowed up her holy power exploration, but also seemed to silently mock the saint's powerlessness.
The everlasting indifference on Nuwa's face has long since disappeared, replaced by a complex expression of surprise, solemnity and strong curiosity.
She slowly raised her eyes, and the saint's gaze seemed to penetrate endless time and space, and once again fell on the Primordial World land that had just experienced a catastrophe and rebirth.
This time, her eyes did not trace back to the nihilistic past, but accurately focused on the figure above Chendu, which was enveloped by endless faith and luck.
Qin Feng.
The man who had just embraced Chang'e and Shi Ji in front of all the Great Powerss in the three realms.
Nuwa's eyes paused slightly on those two beautiful faces.
Chang'e, Taiyin Star Lord, are inextricably linked to Demon Race Heavenly Emperor Di Jun. Although she is now the Heavenly Court fairy, her identity is sensitive and involves many things.
Shi Ji, Interception Sect disciples are members of her demon clan and are the continuation of the bloodline of the ancient demon clan.
Nowadays, these two female fairies with extremely complicated identities and backgrounds are like docile cats. One is nestling in Qin Feng's arms, while the other is stiff and shy, but does not resist at all.
There is something indescribably weird about this scene.
Nuwa's gaze then moved up slightly, looking across the nine heavens to the Fire Cloud Cave that was hidden deep in the destiny of humanity, and even the saints could not easily spy on it.
She could clearly sense that at this moment, the eight powerful auras belonging to the ancestors of the human race in Fire Cloud Cave were unprecedentedly high-spirited and excited, full of infinite expectations for the future.
It was a surging belief that found the backbone and saw hope for the rise of the race.
And the source of all these beliefs points to the same person.
Qin Feng.
Nuwa's eyebrows frowned even tighter involuntarily.
Good guy.
Human Race Saint Master, enjoying the protection of the human race's luck.
Holding the demon fairy and Heavenly Court Star Lord in his arms.
One slap turned Demon Master Kunpeng into a loser.
This great web of cause and effect has probably become a tangled mess that no one can unravel.
This Qin Feng that suddenly appeared was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake. The ripples it caused were not ripples, but huge waves that were enough to overturn the entire lake.
As human beings Saint Mother and Nuwa, their emotions are extremely complicated.
She created the human race, but she never really cared about the fate of the human race.
In her eyes, the human race is just a tool for her to prove the truth, an insignificant chess piece on the big chess board Primordial World.
For hundreds of millions of years, the human race has been surviving in the cracks, struggling under the fierce power of lich, and lingering under the overlooking eyes of immortal gods. She has never really intervened.
But now, there is a person, a strong man whom she cannot see through at all, who is actually protecting this weak race.
Looking at the heartfelt gratitude and admiration of countless human races on the ground below, for the first time in Nuwa's heart, there was a trace of... relief?
It was as if the clay figures he had made at random finally had a roof that could protect them from the wind and rain.
But this emotion only passed briefly.
Because she is not only Human Race Saint Mother, but also a saint of the demon clan.
Qin Feng protects the human race, which is a meritorious deed.
But Kunpeng was seriously injured, but it was a solid slap in the demon clan's face.
No matter how unbearable Kunpeng is, it is the only remaining Demon Master from the Heavenly Court era of the ancient demon clan, and it is one of the last faces of the demon clan.
Qin Feng This move is tantamount to announcing to the three realms that the demon clan has declined to this point, and even a rising star can be manipulated at will.
What made her even more troubled was that Qin Feng was accompanied by Shi Ji.
This made her want to have an attack, but she couldn't find a suitable reason.
You can't say that you can beat my demon clan members, but you are not allowed to abduct my demon clan members, right?
However, all these entanglements seem insignificant compared with another major event that is about to come.
Investiture of the Gods Tribulation.
These four words are like an invisible mountain, weighing on the heart of every saint.
This is the general trend of heaven set by Dao Ancestor himself. It is a massacre started by all the saints in order to resolve Three Teachings's cause and effect and fill Heavenly Court's divine throne.
The original script has been deduced countless times in the hearts of the saints.
Who is Calamity Person, who is the chess piece, and who is the chess player, everything is clearly connected, and when the time comes, it can be carried out step by step.
But now, a huge variable like Qin Feng has appeared.
A strong man in the late Quasi-Saint possesses immeasurable merits comparable to those of a saint, and holds the fate of the entire human race.
Such an existence is no longer a chess piece.
He is even qualified to become a new chess player, turning the already decided chess game upside down.
Investiture of the Gods Tribulation This game of chess has not officially started yet, and the chessboard seems to be overturned.
How to play this?
Nuwa can imagine that at this moment, Kunlun Mountain, Golden Ao Island, and even Western Mount Sumeru, I am afraid that just like myself, they have severe headaches.
A disruptor who is not bound by the laws of heaven, cannot be deduced, and whose strength is unfathomable, is enough to make all the saints' plans come to nothing.
My thoughts went back and forth a thousand times, and finally came to one point.
Avoiding will not solve the problem.
Ignoring it may lead to uncontrollable disasters.
Since you can't see through it or calculate it, you can only go and see it with your own eyes and ask it yourself.
She must know what attitude this sudden rise of Human Race Saint Master has towards the human race, the demon race, and even the upcoming Investiture of the Gods Calamity.
Is his appearance a blessing or a curse?
What impact will his existence have on his plans?
At this thought, all the surprise and confusion in Nuwa's profound pair of Saint Eyes disappeared, turning into a piece of clarity and determination that sees everything.
Her red lips opened slightly, and her voice was not loud, but it sounded slowly in the silent palace with unquestionable majesty.
"Jin Feng."
The maid Jin Feng Fairy who was guarding outside the palace, heard Empress's call, her delicate body trembled, and she quickly bowed and responded, "My slave is here."
"Follow my decree and go to Fire Cloud Cave."