It's Over

In the midst of Chaos.

Nuwa, who was confronting the Five Saints and quietly waiting for the end of the Tribulation, suddenly trembled.

The color drained from her stunningly beautiful face in an instant.

"Elder Brother..."

She muttered to herself, and then an indescribable, terrifying aura erupted from her body!

"Elder Brother--!"

A piercing scream, filled with endless sorrow and frenzied killing intent, echoed throughout the Chaos Void.

Nuwa's figure flickered, transforming into a streak of light, and she rushed madly towards the direction of the Primordial Wilderness.

The Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti, who were blocking her way, did not stop her this time.

They didn't dare to stop them.

The five of them all paled, their expressions filled with shock and disbelief.

They were all stunned by this sudden turn of events.

The East King Duke... actually dragged Fuxi into a self-destruction!

It's over!

This is a big problem.

Zhunti's bitter face was now even more furrowed, all traces of his previous composure gone.

The face of the Yuanshi Tianzun was also filled with gloom.

They had calculated everything, even anticipating that the Immortal-Monster races would suffer heavy losses, but they hadn't expected the East King Duke to pull such a stunt.

They dragged Fuxi down with them to the grave!

This move directly dragged all five of them, the Saint, into the mess!

If Nuwa was merely holding a grudge before, now she's probably truly determined to fight them to the death!

After all, if it weren't for the five of them joining forces to stop him, Nuwa arriving in time, how could Fuxi have possibly died!

The Karma here is enormous!

The Five Saints exchanged glances, each seeing deep apprehension and a sense of unease in the other's eyes.

"Let's go! Let's go take a look!"

Taiqing sighed and said something to the other four.

As soon as the words were spoken, the Five Saints followed closely behind, heading towards the Primordial Wilderness world.

Above the East Sea.

Di Jun stared blankly at the void where Fuxi had completely disappeared, and the last glimmer of hope in his heart vanished.

He died.

Fuxi also died.

His mind was buzzing, completely blank.

First was Taiyi.

Now it is Fuxi.

One by one, the most important people in his life were gone.

"Kill!"

"Slay all the remnants of the Immortal Court! Avenge Emperor Xi!"

Di Jun let out a hoarse roar, his voice devoid of any of the majesty of Demon Emperor, only filled with endless sorrow and madness.

He struck first, his figure transforming into a golden rainbow, carrying the all-consuming True Sun Fire, as he charged towards the remaining Immortal Court cultivators.

The remaining Demon Clan, recovering from their initial shock, roared and howled as they continued to pounce on the Immortal Court cultivators around them.

Di Jun doesn't want anything anymore.

He only wanted to kill everyone in front of him.

Only by slaughtering everyone in the Immortal Court might... perhaps the wrath of Nuwa be prevented from engulfing the entire Demon Clan.

But he himself knew that this was nothing but self-deception.

Fuxi died.

Nuwa's only Elder Brother —he couldn't bear the consequences, nor could the entire Demon Clan.

Actually, he never intended to live.

Taiyi is dead.

His younger brother, who always unconditionally trusted him, supported him, and cleared all obstacles for him, is dead.

Now, Fuxi is also dead.

The Demon Clan suffered heavy losses and devastating casualties after this battle.

What face does he have to be the Demon Emperor?

How could I possibly have the face to meet the Nuwa?

What face do I have left to live?

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Di Jun's attacks became increasingly ferocious. He had abandoned all defense and only wanted to vent his grief and despair in the most tragic way.

In his hands, the River Diagram and Luo Shu transformed into the purest weapons of slaughter; with each strike, a large number of Immortal Court cultivators turned into a bloody mist.

With Fuxi's death, the Demon Clan's offensive became even more frenzied and reckless.

On the other hand, with the death of the East King Duke, the cultivators of the Immortal Court completely lost their leader.

Their last hope, their last pillar, has collapsed.

All the cultivators of the Immortal Court understood that the tide had turned against them.

They lost, they lost miserably.

"Escape!"

"Run!"

Someone shouted first, and the morale of the Immortal Court Army completely collapsed, with everyone scattering and fleeing.

But how could the Demon Clan, already bloodthirsty, possibly let them leave?

"None of them will escape!"

"Die!"

"Stay here, all of you, to be buried with the Eastern Emperor and the Emperor Xi!"

The Demon Army held them tightly, giving them no chance to escape.

Despair spread through the hearts of all the cultivators of the Immortal Court.

They knew they had no way out.

Since death is inevitable either way...

"Hahaha! You Demon Clan scum! You want to kill Laozi?"

A powerful Immortal Court being was besieged by several Demon God, covered in blood, and on the verge of collapse.

He suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"Then let's hit the road together!"

Boom!

This Quasi-Sage did not hesitate to detonate his Primordial Spirit and physical body.

The violent energy instantly engulfed the surrounding Demon God, who were reduced to ashes before they could even scream.

This is just the beginning.

"Either way, I'm going to die! Taking one down with me is a good deal! Taking two down is a huge profit!"

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

One after another, the Immortal Court cultivators, knowing they had no way to survive, chose the most tragic way to end their lives.

For a time, explosions echoed throughout the East Sea battlefield.

Although the Demon Clan gained the upper hand, they also paid an extremely heavy price in this final frenzy.

Just then...

A terrifying pressure descended from the sky, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.

Whether it was the Demon Clan that was frantically slaughtering or the Immortal Court cultivators who were preparing to self-destruct, everyone's movements froze at this moment.

Dao Body appeared silently in the center of the battlefield.

It was Nuwa.

Di Jun raised his head and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

A thousand words stuck in my throat, ultimately turning into endless bitterness and guilt.

"Your Ladyship..."

However, Nuwa completely ignored him.

Her Divine Sense enveloped the core area where the East King Duke had self-destructed, scanning every inch of space again and again.

She is searching.

She was praying.

We hope to find even the slightest trace of Fuxi's Remnant Soul.

But no.

There was nothing there.

In that space, nothing remained except the lingering, violent aura of Destruction.

She wouldn't give up.

His Divine Sense swept across that void again and again.

Stubbornly, over and over again.

But the results disappointed her time and time again.

In the end, Nuwa gave up and quietly floated in the air.

"Elder Brother..."

She murmured to herself, her voice filled with endless sorrow.

And it was at this moment.

The void rippled once more, and the figures of the Five Saints — Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti —appeared on the battlefield.

They looked at the horrific scene before them, and then at the heartbroken Nuwa; everyone's expression was grave.

Nuwa slowly turned her head and looked at them.

When she looked at the Five Saints, the overwhelming hatred in her eyes made these high and mighty Saint tremble violently.

It's over.

This was a thought that arose simultaneously in the minds of the Five Saints.

They looked at each other, their faces filled with solemnity.

This time, it's truly a fight to the death with Nuwa.

They themselves were not afraid of the revenge of a Saint.

But they are not alone.

They also have disciples and their own Dao Lineage.

An immortal Saint will become an eternal nightmare hanging over their Dao Lineage.