Please Daoist Friend, Keep My Elder Brother's Primordial Spirit for Me
Nuwa paid no further attention to the Immortal Court cultivators who had survived the calamity.
Her gaze fell on Di Jun.
Looking at the Demon Emperor, covered in blood and with a sorrowful expression, she felt a mix of emotions, which ultimately turned into a sigh.
"Di Jun."
"Take the Demon Clan and return to Heavenly Court."
The battle is over, Demon Clan race has suffered heavy losses and needs to recuperate.
However, no sooner had she finished speaking than an untimely voice rang out.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, this action is probably inappropriate."
Zhunti walked out with a sorrowful expression, looking utterly compassionate.
"Di Jun unleashed Immortal-Demon Tribulation, causing immense suffering to all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness and committing such a colossal massacre; his sins are grave."
"How can such sins be simply forgotten?"
"If they are not punished, how can we explain this to the billions of lives lost in this world?"
His words were righteous and eloquent, and sounded very high-sounding.
These words instantly reignited the tense atmosphere that had just eased.
At this moment, Yuanshi Tianzun also stepped forward and snorted coldly.
"Fellow Daoist Zhunti."
"As the Demon Emperor, Di Jun cannot escape blame and must be punished!"
"These culprits must be punished to bring solace to the millions of lives lost in the East Sea!"
His hatred for the Demon Clan had been brewing for quite some time.
These creatures, with their fur and horns, born from moisture and eggs, are not worthy of ruling the world.
The Jieyin, his face also full of sorrow, spoke slowly.
"As the Demon Emperor, Di Jun should bear full responsibility for this Tribulation."
The three Saint, speaking in unison, instantly turned their attention to Di Jun.
Although Taiqing and Tongtian did not speak, their tacit agreement spoke volumes.
They certainly didn't want to let Di Jun go.
The Demon Clan is not scary; what is scary is Demon Clan with Demon Emperor.
As long as Di Jun is alive, the Demon Clan will not disperse and will remain a force to be reckoned with in the Primordial Wilderness.
This is something they absolutely do not want to see.
Even if we can't kill Di Jun, we must cripple him!
Ideally, he should be made to make a vow, just like the Ancestral Dragon, the Yuanfeng, and the Shi Qilin of yesteryear.
They were suppressed in this land for eternity, never to set foot in the Primordial Wilderness again!
This is the result they most wanted to see.
A Demon Clan without Demon Emperor is a good Demon Clan.
Listening to these people's back-and-forth arguments, about to condemn Di Jun, Nuwa's anger, which had already subsided, surged up again.
She slowly turned around and spoke, word by word.
"Good!"
"Very good!"
"It seems you really intend to fight me to the death."
The Saint were alarmed, but since things had come to this point, they could not back down.
At that moment, Nuwa did something that surprised everyone.
She turned around and bowed respectfully to Zhou Ming.
He carefully held the Primordial Spirit belonging to Fuxi in his hands and handed it over again.
"Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming."
"I would like to ask you to do me a favor and look after my Elder Brother's Primordial Spirit for the time being."
"After I have settled all my Karma, I will go to you and bring him back."
After saying that, she was about to hand Fuxi's Primordial Spirit to Zhou Ming, asking him to keep it safe.
This action caused the faces of the Five Saints — Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, and Zhunti— to turn extremely ugly in an instant.
They were all startled!
They understood Nuwa's meaning perfectly well!
She entrusted Zhou Ming with the safekeeping of Fuxi's Primordial Spirit, intending to completely eliminate any worries she might have!
This means we're going to fight those five to the death!
It's over!
They've really angered Nuwa this time!
They are not afraid of the wrath of a Saint.
But who wouldn't be afraid of a Saint who has no attachments and is ready to perish with you at any moment?
They Dao Lineage, disciples, and Mountain Gate.
If she were to go berserk today and slaughter half of Tongtian's Jie Sect Disciple, and then go and massacre Primordial Lord's Clarify Sect tomorrow, who could stop her?
They can't stop them!
Between Saint, unless there is an absolute difference in strength, neither can defeat the other.
The thought of having to constantly guard against the mad revenge of a Saint for the long years to come sent chills down the spines of the Five Saints.
They knew very well that once Zhou Ming took over Fuxi's Primordial Spirit, Nuwa would fight them to the death without regard for the cost!
At that point, there will truly be no room for maneuver!
This time, they were truly panicked.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa! You absolutely mustn't!"
Taiqing was the first to speak, her face no longer showing the calm and indifference she had before.
"Let's talk this out! Why resort to this!"
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you've misunderstood. That's not what we meant!"
Yuanshi Tianzun also got anxious and quickly spoke up to explain.
"Yes, yes, yes! Fellow Daoist Nuwa, please don't act impulsively!"
Zhunti shook his head vigorously, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"We just feel that Di Jun needs to take responsibility for this Tribulation. We can discuss it, let's discuss it!"
They were genuinely afraid.
They could scheme against Nuwa, they could coerce Nuwa, but only if Nuwa still had Fuxi as her "Achilles' heel".
But now, Nuwa is about to entrust her only weakness to someone else.
How could they not panic when they were prepared to fight barefoot against these people wearing shoes?
Just when the atmosphere was at its most tense, Di Jun suddenly spoke.
He bowed deeply to Nuwa.
"Your Ladyship, there's no need for that."
"This matter arose because of me, and it's my turn to settle it."
After speaking, he turned around and looked at Zhou Ming, who had remained silent.
"Sage Zhou Ming."
"There's something I'd like to discuss with you privately, is that alright?"
Zhou Ming looked at him calmly and nodded.
"Can."
With a casual wave of his hand, an invisible barrier instantly enveloped him Di Jun.
"Alright, go ahead and say it."
Now, no one can hear our conversation.
Outside the barrier, the five— Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti —exchanged glances, all wondering what Di Jun wanted to say to Zhou Ming.
They immediately activated their Divine Sense, trying to detect the conversation within the barrier.
But the barrier was like an insurmountable chasm, blocking all their investigations.
No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't hear or perceive anything.
This made them increasingly uneasy.
Nuwa was also very curious about what Di Jun wanted to say to Zhou Ming.
But she didn't investigate; she respected Di Jun's choice.
If Di Jun wants her to know, he will naturally tell her.
Inside the barrier.
Di Jun bowed deeply to Zhou Ming.
"Sage Zhou Ming, I want to know, which Saint released my son from Tanggu Valley?"
"I beg Your Saint to provide the answer; Di Jun, will be eternally grateful."
Zhou Ming looked at him.
Why do you think I would know about this?
Di Jun gave a bitter smile, but still spoke respectfully.
"With your strength, Saint, there is probably nothing in this Primordial Wilderness that can be hidden from you."