"Di Xin" inscribed a poem?

Nuwa's laughter stopped abruptly, and her pretty face froze.

She quickly offered her explanation.

"Fellow Daoist, you jest. How could I possibly wish for their success?"

"Now that their plan has failed, I'm overjoyed."

However, Zhou Ming shook his head, and his meaningful expression made Nuwa's heart inexplicably jump again.

"Fellow Daoist, it's probably too early to be happy."

Nuwa was taken aback.

"What's the meaning?"

Zhou Ming didn't answer directly, but simply raised his chin, indicating that she should see for herself.

"Look, they've got something new up their sleeve."

Nuwa's heart tightened, and she quickly followed Zhou Ming's guidance, turning her gaze back towards the three Saint.

In the void, the three auras of Saint not only did not dissipate, but instead coalesced again, more solid and resolute than ever before.

And then, Daoist Zhunti did something that she couldn't understand at all.

He captured a trace of Di Xin's aura.

Nuwa frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

What are they trying to do?

Di Xin was clearly about to leave; hadn't this play already come to an end?

What else do they want to do?

The smile on Zhou Ming's face became even more meaningful at this moment.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be in a hurry."

"Just keep watching, and you'll find out."

The moment Zhou Ming finished speaking, Saint Zhunti suddenly made his move!

Without further hesitation, Yuanshi Tianzun and Saint Jieyin, together with Zhunti, temporarily separated and isolated the small area where Di Xin was located from the entire Primordial Wilderness space-time.

This space was sealed off by an invisible force, and time and Karma and effect were frozen in absolute stillness.

Having done all this, Zhunti no longer hesitated.

With a thought, he created an avatar identical to his original self, and then directly injected the wisp of the Human Emperor's aura that he had just intercepted into the avatar.

In an instant, the light and shadow shifted.

The Dao Transformation transformed itself into an exact replica of Di Xin, with no difference in physique, appearance, or even the black bird royal robe.

Immediately afterwards, the "Di Xin" transformed from the Saint Zhunti appeared silently in the hall, precisely at the spot where the real Di Xin had just turned and left.

Di Xin, who was isolated in his Independent Space, immediately sensed the changes in the outside world.

hehe.

Even now, you're still not going to let me go?

Okay, very good.

Since you insist on finishing this charade, then I will play along with you until the very end.

He seemed oblivious to everything, maintaining his departing posture, trapped in this Independent Space forcibly carved out by the Saint's power, quietly waiting.

Meanwhile, outside, Empress Wa's Palace, "Di Xin" suddenly stopped and spoke.

"Wait."

Upon hearing this, all the officials were taken aback and looked at their "The King" in confusion.

Ignoring the crowd's doubts, "Di Xin" turned around and strode back into the hall, picking up the pen he had put down again.

Upon seeing this, Shang Rong felt a strong sense of unease and quickly stepped forward.

"Your the King?" Shang Rong called out instinctively.

But Di Xin turned a deaf ear.

He strode to the palace wall, dipped his brush in thick ink, and began to write.

Lines of large, flowing characters instantly appeared on the pristine white wall.

The phoenix and luan jeweled tent was a magnificent sight, adorned with exquisite gold leaf decorations.

The distant mountains are verdant, and the graceful sleeves of dancers reflect the rosy clouds.

Pear blossoms, glistening with rain, vie in their delicate beauty; peonies, shrouded in mist, display their alluring charm.

But if she possesses a captivating beauty and the ability to move freely, she can be brought back to serve the king in Chang Le.

The poem is complete!

As the last "king" was uttered, the entire Empress Wa's Palace fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by the content of the poem and stood there dumbfounded.

This... this is beyond frivolous!

This is blatant blasphemy!

This is blatant flirting!

Prime Shang Rong was the first to react. He felt a sudden dizziness, his vision went black, and he almost fainted on the spot.

He knelt down with a thud, his aged body trembling violently as he pleaded.

"Your the King! Your the King! You mustn't!"

"The Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the Human Race, who blesses our Human Clan and possesses great Merit. How can Your the King compose such a poem, thus blaspheming the Saint Mother!"

"If this poem were to spread, not only would it incur Heavenly Tribulation from the Saint Mother, but it would also cause the people of the world to criticize the ruler for his lack of virtue!"

"Your actions are tantamount to plunging my Great Shang Dynasty into utter ruin!"

"Your the King, we implore you to quickly wash this poem away with water to set the record straight and appease the Holy Mother's wrath!"

Bi Gan and other senior officials also knelt down.

"Your the King, please reconsider. Do not let a momentary impulse tarnish your royal virtue and invite criticism from the people!"

However, Di Xin merely gave a cold laugh.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the poems on the wall, his face full of pride and appreciation.

"Your Prime Minister is mistaken."

"I am the Human Emperor, possessing the Four Seas and ruling over all people."

"Although Nuwa is a deity, she is also worshipped by the Shang Great Shang Dynasty."

"I was struck by her unparalleled beauty today and was filled with admiration, so I composed a poem to praise her. What is wrong with that?"

"I think this poem is exceptionally well-written, perfectly matching the unparalleled beauty of the Nuwa."

"How is this blasphemy? It's clearly my sincere love for beauty!"

Meanwhile, in another void, Zhou Ming looked at the poem written by Zhunti's avatar and couldn't help but marvel.

He turned to look at Nuwa, who was already furious beside him, and teased her.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, so Fellow Daoist Zhunti is so infatuated with you?"

"Tsk tsk, I never expected that Fellow Daoist Zhunti, who usually seems so unassuming, would actually be so talented."

Zhou Ming offered his assessment with an air of seriousness.

"Look at this poem, how well it's written! It's so sincere and moving."

Nuwa was no longer listening to Zhou Ming's teasing.

She stared intently at the poem below, then glanced in the direction of the three shameless scoundrels.

That stunningly beautiful face was now as black as the bottom of a pot; her once aloof and noble demeanor had vanished, replaced by boundless rage.

If I had only wanted to watch the excitement before...

Now, she really wants to kill someone.

She now finally understood how these people had schemed against her.

She finally understood why Zhou Ming said she wouldn't be able to resist taking action.

They are so shameless!

So despicable!

To humiliate her by writing such obscene poems in her temple, before her holy image!

This is humiliating!

A blatant humiliation!

This is intolerable!

A terrifying aura, a mixture of shame, indignation, and rage, erupted from Nuwa.

This is outrageous!

Nuwa gritted her teeth, Surrounding Body holy power erupted, causing the surrounding void to shatter inch by inch with its terrifying aura.

"Zhunti! Jieyin! Primordial Lord!"

"If I don't tear your bones apart today, I'm not Nuwa!"

Her voice was icy cold, and her phoenix eyes were brimming with killing intent. The Diagram of Mountains and Rivers had already appeared in her palm.

Nuwa gritted her teeth and roared angrily. Her Saint aura could no longer be suppressed and erupted with a thunderous roar.

She was ready to take action and suppress those three shameless scoundrels below!

However, just as she was about to make her move, a hand gently pressed down on her shoulder.

It's just this gentle press.

An indescribable and irresistible power instantly suppressed and calmed her rampaging Saintly Might.

Nuwa was instantly suppressed by Zhou Ming and unable to move; she was completely stunned.

She turned her head sharply, staring intently at Zhou Ming beside her, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

How could that be!

She's Saint!

His entire cultivation was suppressed with a mere flick of his wrist?

They didn't even have the power to fight back?

What's even more terrifying is that despite the huge commotion they caused, the three Saint below— Primordial Lord, Jieyin, Zhunti —were completely unaware of it!

It was as if everything happening here didn't exist in this space and time.

Just what level of cultivation has Zhou Ming reached?