Hongjun: Nuwa, How Dare You Betray the Heavenly Dao

The Western Pure Land, Mount Sumeru.

The once peaceful and serene golden Buddhist land was now shrouded in an extremely oppressive gray aura.

Two saints knelt on the ground, their bald heads pressed against the cold earth, shivering.

Jieyin and Zhunti didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Just now, the man who made the entire prehistoric Primordial World had actually treated this place as his own backyard.

The Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit that originally belonged to them was now being sat on by Qin Feng without any courtesy.

Meanwhile, Empress Nuwa, who had just been promoted to "Chaos Life Master," was lazily nestled in this man's arms, her fingers casually playing with the buttons on Qin Feng's clothes.

They regarded the Saint's Dojo as nothing.

They regarded the Two Saints of the West as nothing.

Just then...

Tear--!

The void above Mount Sumeru was forcibly torn open by brute force.

An elderly man in a purple robe, with white hair and beard, stepped forward, exuding boundless rage and overwhelming pressure.

Hongjun, we've arrived.

As he watched this scene unfold, his once calm and composed old face instantly contorted like crumpled toilet paper.

Especially when he saw Nuwa's docile and submissive appearance, completely devoid of her saintly composure, Hongjun felt a surge of blood rushing to his chest, and he almost fainted on the spot.

"Nuwa!"

A furious roar, imbued with the decrees of Heaven, exploded like a bomb weighing billions of tons right next to his ear.

The entire Mount Sumeru shook violently, countless pagodas collapsed, and Jieyin and Zhunti were so shaken by the sound wave that they bled from all seven orifices and lay on the ground like two dead dogs.

However.

The two people sitting on the golden lotus didn't even lift their eyelids.

Qin Feng picked at his ear and said to the person in his arms with a look of disgust:

"That old man has a loud voice, is he going through menopause?"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa's lips curled into a playful smile.

She slowly straightened up, and the languid, alluring demeanor she had been exuding vanished instantly.

Instead, there is a kind of nobility and indifference that originates from the Life Origin.

She raised her hand, gracefully straightening her disheveled clothes, and calmly glanced at the furious old man in the air.

The former reverence is gone.

The fear I once felt is gone.

That look was as if he were looking at a complete stranger, even... with a hint of pity.

"Teacher."

Nuwa spoke, her voice not loud, yet it clearly pierced through Hongjun's oppressive aura and echoed between heaven and earth.

Why are you so angry?

"Getting angry is bad for your health. You're already this old, what if you get sick from anger? There will be no one to take care of this Primordial World, and my husband will have to clean up the mess."

quiet.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Jieyin and Zhunti, who were lying on the ground, wished they could bury themselves in the ground and go deaf.

Is this Nuwa?

Is this the same timid, obedient girl in the Purple Heavens Palace who only knew how to sculpt clay figures?

How dare she speak to the Dao Ancestor like that?!

"You..."

Hongjun's finger, pointing at Nuwa, trembled, and the killing intent in his eyes almost materialized.

"You wicked disciple!"

"I bestow upon you Saint Position, grant you merit, and allow you to enjoy eternal bliss! Not only are you ungrateful, but you dare to collude with outsiders, tamper with the Heavenly Mandate, and betray the Way of Heaven!"

"Nuwa, do you know your crime?!"

Hongjun's voice grew louder and louder, finally transforming into rolling thunder, as if he wanted to use this righteous cause to completely crush Nuwa.

In his view, as long as the banner of "Heaven's Way" is raised and one stands on the moral high ground, Nuwa, a "soft target" who became a saint through merit, will inevitably feel guilty and fearful.

pity.

He miscalculated one thing.

The Nuwa of today has long since changed her core.

"Gratitude? Repayment?"

Nuwa chuckled, her laughter filled with sarcasm.

She slowly stood up, and the Red Embroidered Ball at her feet spun gently, emitting no longer the red thread of fate, but a red light that destroyed all cause and effect.

"Hongjun, since we've come this far, let's speak frankly."

"You bestowed upon me Saint Position? It's nothing more than giving me shackles."

"You're promising me merit? It's nothing more than wanting me to guard this blood bank for humanity."

As for the Heavenly Dao...

Nuwa slightly raised her chin, and in her heterochromatic pupils, one blue and one gray, was reflected Hongjun's angry face.

"Dao Ancestor, you are no longer the Heavenly Dao."

"I am no longer the Nuwa of yesteryear."

"My current path is life, chaos, and freedom."

"Where does this talk of betrayal come from?"

These words were like a resounding slap across Hongjun's face.

This is a complete break.

It's a blatant declaration of independence!

Hongjun trembled with rage, his purple aura raging wildly, turning the sky above Mount Sumeru into chaos.

He blamed everything on Nuwa's "betrayal".

In his view, Nuwa must have been possessed by a demon and brainwashed by this wild man who appeared out of nowhere.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Hongjun, enraged, laughed instead, and the Creation Jade Disk in his hand emitted a dazzling divine light.

"Since you remain stubbornly deluded and willingly degenerate, then I will cleanse your sect today!"

"Nuwa, how dare you betray the Way of Heaven!"

"Today, I will strip you of your Saint Position, cripple your cultivation, and condemn you to eternal damnation!"

Boom!

With Hongjun's roar, a gigantic purple hand, blotting out the sky and carrying the supreme power of judgment from the Heavenly Dao, slammed down on Nuwa's head.

Beneath this palm, space shattered and time ceased to flow.

That is a power powerful enough to obliterate even a saint.

Jieyin and Zhunti closed their eyes in despair.

It's over.

Although Nuwa stood her ground for once, all words were futile in the face of absolute power.

However.

Faced with this devastating attack, Nuwa didn't even try to dodge.

She simply turned her head to look at Qin Feng, who was still sitting on the golden lotus with his legs crossed, and winked playfully.

Honey, someone is bullying your wife.

"Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Qin Feng smiled.

He slowly stretched out his hand and made a "stop" gesture towards the giant purple hand that had descended from the sky.

"Old man."

"Hitting my woman in front of me."

Did you get my permission?