Daoist Friend, Calm Your Anger

Nuwa did not look at them again.

Nuwa shifted her gaze from the Five Saints to the remaining Immortal Court cultivators on the battlefield.

The overwhelming hatred and murderous intent could no longer be contained.

"You..."

"May they all be buried with my Elder Brother!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her palm, and a Destruction power containing the wrath of Saint pressed down on the people of the Immortal Court below!

At this critical moment...

Dao Body emerged from the void without warning, standing directly between Nuwa and the Immortal Court cultivators.

With a mere wave of his hand, the Nuwa vanished Nuwa's devastating attack.

The newcomer looked at the nearly crazed Nuwa, bowed slightly, and slowly spoke.

"Fellow Daoist, please calm down."

The person who arrived was Zhou Ming.

He arrived in the East Sea at the start of the Immortal-Demon War.

It remained hidden in the void, quietly watching all of this unfold.

Only when the outcome of the Immortal-Demon War was already decided did he choose to reveal himself and intervene to stop Nuwa.

Nuwa eyes, filled with endless grief and indignation, stared intently at Zhou Ming.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you stopping me?"

"This Immortal-Demon War immortals and demons caused immense suffering and countless deaths."

"It's time to end this."

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to add to the bloodshed."

Zhou Ming's words were spoken casually, yet they caused Nuwa's emotions to erupt completely.

"Easy for you to say!"

Don't you know my Elder Brother is dead?

She practically shouted that last sentence.

Zhou Ming nodded.

"Know."

These two words completely ignited Nuwa's fury.

"Know?"

"You know that, yet you still stop me!"

"Fellow Daoist, calm down."

"Calm?"

How can you expect me to calm down?!

My Elder Brother is dead!

"No trace of body remains! Soul utterly annihilated!"

"If your Elder Brother died, could you remain calm?"

Zhou Ming shook his head.

"Fellow Daoist is joking."

"Among the Wu Clan, I am the greatest."

I have no Elder Brother, only younger brothers and sisters.

Nuwa's chest heaved violently as she stared intently at Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming!

Don't give me these sarcastic remarks!

"Get out of my way right now! Today, I will kill them all to avenge my Elder Brother!"

Zhou Ming shook his head.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, your desire to kill them is nothing more than to vent your anger."

"However, Fellow Daoist Fuxi's death actually has little to do with these people."

He paused, glancing at the Five Dao Body Figures not far away.

"The real culprit is over there."

That direction is precisely where the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, and Zhunti are located.

The meaning is already quite clear.

If those five hadn't stopped you in the Chaos, would you have been able to come to the East Sea?

If you come, can Fuxi die?

When Zhou Ming pointed at them in public, the expressions of the Five Saints — Jieyin Three Pure Ones, and Zhunti —instantly turned extremely ugly.

The Magic Power within Yuanshi Tianzun surged, seemingly about to erupt, but he ultimately managed to suppress it.

He wanted to lash out, but he didn't dare.

Because he can't beat Zhou Ming.

Not only him, but all five of them, the Saint, couldn't defeat him.

What alarmed them even more was that Zhou Ming's strength seemed to have increased again.

He hid in the void, and none of the five Saint discovered him.

If he hadn't taken the initiative to come out, they probably wouldn't have noticed until he made his move.

Nuwa turned her head and stared intently at the Five Dao Body Figures, her hatred almost tangible.

"I know!"

She gritted her teeth.

"I will not let any of them go!"

"I will settle this matter with them slowly and methodically!"

"But now, all I want to do is kill these Immortal Court!"

"Please step aside, fellow Daoist!"

The Three Pure Ones, along with Jieyin Zhunti, felt a chill in their hearts upon hearing Nuwa's threat.

They exchanged a glance and instantly reached an understanding.

They need to discuss how to deal with the relentless retaliation of a Saint.

Zhou Ming looked at her and sighed softly.

"The reason you feel this way, fellow Daoist, is simply because you believe that Fellow Daoist Fuxi is completely dead."

Not even a Remnant Soul remained.

"There's no chance of being reincarnated."

Nuwa did not speak, but her trembling body said it all.

Zhou Ming observed her reaction and spoke slowly.

"But what if I told you, fellow Daoist..."

"Did I manage to preserve a wisp of Fuxi's Primordial Spirit?"

Nuwa suddenly looked up and stared intently at Zhou Ming.

"What?"

"What... what did you say?"

"You preserved a wisp of my Elder Brother's Primordial Spirit?"

Is it true?

"Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming! You're not lying to me, are you?!"

She couldn't believe it, yet she hoped it was true.

The Three Pure Ones Jieyin and the Five Saints, Zhunti, were also greatly shocked.

In the midst of a self-destruction by a powerhouse of the East King Duke's caliber, how could one possibly preserve a Primordial Spirit?

How is that possible!

If this is true...

Just how strong is Zhou Ming?

The Five Saints ' expressions as they looked at Zhou Ming had changed from fear to utter horror.

Faced with everyone's shock and doubt, Zhou Ming didn't say anything more.

He simply opened his palm calmly.

In the palm of his hand, a faint wisp of light floated silently.

The aura emanating from that spiritual light was none other than that of Fuxi.

Zhou Ming gently pushed this Primordial Spirit toward Nuwa.

Nuwa stretched out her trembling hands and carefully cradled the faint Primordial Spirit.

She bowed deeply to Zhou Ming.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist! Thank you for protecting my Elder Brother's Primordial Spirit!"

"Nuwa will never forget this great kindness."

I owe you a favor, fellow Daoist.

"In the future, if you ever need my help, please feel free to ask. I will never refuse!"

Zhou Ming accepted her greeting without hesitation.

"Good."

"In the future, there will be matters that require your assistance, fellow Daoist."

The Five Saints, Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti, saw that Zhou Ming had actually produced Fuxi's Primordial Spirit.

First came shock, then, without prior agreement, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

fine.

Fortunately, Fuxi did not die completely.

As long as Fuxi is not completely dead, there is still room for maneuver.

In this way, Nuwa probably won't truly fight them to the death.

However, they also knew that this matter could not be easily forgotten.

Although this Karma has been established, there is still room for maneuver, and we can find a way to resolve it in the future.

At this time, Nuwa carefully stored away Fuxi's Primordial Spirit.

She looked down again at the trembling Immortal Court cultivators, the killing intent in her eyes having mostly dissipated.

She took a deep breath and said to Zhou Ming.

"Since you, fellow Daoist, have stepped forward, please protect these people from the Immortal Court."

"Then today, I'll give you face and let them go."

Her words were like heavenly music to the surviving cultivators of the Immortal Court.

The surviving cultivators of the Immortal Court finally felt as if they had come back to life.

Their hearts were filled with the relief of surviving the ordeal.

Immediately afterwards, all the surviving Immortal Court cultivators bowed deeply in Zhou Ming's direction.

"Thank you so much Saint, for saving my life!"

We will never forget the great kindness of the Saint!

(The author intended to be cheeky, but it seems they failed.)