Creation Holy Demoness

As Nuwa's words fell, an abrupt change occurred the next second.

Immortal and demonic, holy and wicked—two utterly opposing forces clashed madly within her, while immortal radiance and demonic mist surged alternately around her.

Her sacred robe shattered inch by inch, replaced by a gilded demonic dress covered in chaotic black patterns.

Its hem trailed across the ground, and wherever it swept, even the eternal jade tiles of Grand Unity Palace became covered in fine demonic markings.

Creation Nuwa—or rather, the Creation Demoness, or perhaps the Creation Holy Demoness—slowly raised her eyes, her gaze carrying an extreme languor.

Her entire being was a study in striking contrast. She lightly raised a hand and brushed aside her loose strands of hair.

Black and golden brilliance intertwined in her eyes. She was cold and holy, naturally seductive and wicked, yet carried a touch of indifference as though looking down upon all beings.

"Little Sister Nuwa..." Goddess Wangshu nodded. "The new outfit looks good."

Nuwa chuckled, taking a slight step as her figure swayed. "Of course it does."

Fuxi, I'm standing right in front of you. How much do I still resemble my former self...

Fuxi: This is bad. She's coming for me...

Each step she took was so gentle that it made hearts tremble.

"Heavenly Emperor, what do you think?"

"It really is quite good." Li Fan's eyes lit up, then he gave a light cough. He was a respectable man, after all.

When Nuwa spoke, her voice had gained a layer of husky languor, like Demonic Sound lingering by the ear, yet also like immortal music whispered softly.

"I have fused with the Dao Fruit of the Creation Demon God. Like twins, we share the same thoughts—one thought makes a saint, another makes a demon."

"A demoness?" Empress Ziguang felt as