Her calm gaze swept over Di Jun's pleading Divine Sense fluctuations, she understood, but showed no intention of responding.
Saint have Saint own perspective; whether it's the Demon Clan or the Human Clan, they will ultimately struggle to survive in the game of Heavenly Dao's Way.
She will not take action unless someone crosses the line of "Extinction of the Entire Race" or violates the Karma of her destiny.
Now, no matter how miserable Di Jun is, or how weak the Demon Clan is, it is still far from that point. Besides, Fuxi is in charge of the Heavenly Realm and has no presence in the mortal realm, so she has even less reason to worry!
Only when Jiang Yun's proud figure standing between heaven and earth did a complex light flash in the depths of Nuwa eyes.
He indeed forged a different path.
The Three Corpses Method combined with the World Law to attain enlightenment has actually strengthened the Physical Body to such an extent. How does it compare to the path of the Great God Pangu?
A subtle, almost imperceptible sense of inquiry quietly arose within him.
The projection of Mount Sumeru dissipated most of its length when it sensed Jiang Yun's return. Jieyin and Zhunti a glance, both Jieyin relief and a hidden smile in each other's eyes.
As long as Kong Xuan, the Yaoshi, and the others are safe and sound, that's enough for them. They don't care much about other things, including the survival of the Human Clan.
As for the life or death of the Demon Clan, what does that have to do with the Western Region?
They were even happy to see Jiang Yun ruthlessly humiliate Di Jun and Tai Yi, causing the Heavenly Court to lose its prestige. In their eyes, Di Jun's previous actions against the disciples of the Western Teachings were simply too much to bear.
Therefore, as long as Jiang Yun does not shake the foundation of the Primordial World or completely exterminate the Demon Clan, thus triggering Heavenly Dao backlash that even they cannot know, they will never interfere.
On the ruins of Wuzhuang Temple.
The clamorous shouts gradually subsided, turning into suppressed whispers and heavy breathing.
Everyone looked at Jiang Yun in the sky, and at Di Jun and the others in the distance, who were struggling to steady themselves and gather the remaining high-ranking Demon Clan, like candles flickering in the wind.
Jiang Yun's indifferent gaze swept over the surviving Human Clan below, seeing the fanaticism and sorrow in their eyes.
His gaze lingered briefly on the shattered statue of Nuwa and the simple remains of the Three Pure Ones Tablets' memorial tablets before finally settling on Di Jun, Kunpeng, and the few remaining high-ranking members of the Demon Clan race.
They managed to huddle together, Lower Qi only a few Demon Saint around them, including Bai Ze and Jiu Ying, who were weak and critically injured, and a few scattered, terrified Demon Soldiers further away.
"As I said, three moves." Jiang Yun's voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every living being, carrying an undeniable authority. "I will throw two more punches."
Di Jun's body trembled violently, and all the color drained from his face.
The Demon Master Kunpeng's remaining eyes were filled with horror and fear. His sharp beak twitched, but he could not make a sound, only tremble violently.
Jiang Yun's gaze swept over them, seemingly piercing through layers of time and space, scanning the projections of the Dao of Humanity hidden on the edge of Chaos.
"I, out of a sense of mercy from Heavenly Dao, will grant you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn," Jiang Yun's voice remained calm. "Whether you choose to regroup, fight to the death, or... seek help."
The last two words struck Di Jun's heart like a heavy hammer, yet also ignited a faint flame of hope!
He understood!
Jiang Yun wasn't incapable of crushing them immediately; he deliberately gave himself time!
This is an opportunity for them, but even more so, an opportunity for... those Saints to intervene!
One stick of incense!
In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn!
Di Jun's remaining Primordial Spirit was operating wildly.
Need help! Need help at all costs!
We bow to the Empress Nuwa! We beseech the Three Pure Ones for help!
Even if it costs the most precious treasures in the entire Heavenly Court, as long as they can get any one of the Saint to intercede on their behalf, they might be able to save their lives!
Below, Huang and Wa, who witnessed this scene, along with many Human Clan warriors who had just been ecstatic, felt a strange sensation welling up in their hearts.
Back then, the Human Clan was on the verge of extinction, desperately pleading for help!
Facing the statue of Nuwa, towards the direction of Kunlun, they shouted themselves hoarse, kowtowing and Blood-Weeping, only to be met with deathly silence and cold indifference!
Those high and mighty Saint wouldn't even spare a glance of pity!
Now, the Demon Clan has been beaten to the point of near death, and Holy Father Jiang Yun has given them the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, giving them a chance to ask the Saint to save their lives!
These Human Clan are indeed curious about what choice those Saints will make in this situation, and whether they will help the Demon Clan!
Kong Xuan frowned as he looked at the Golden-Thread Sandalwood Incense that had begun to burn in the sky.
But in the next instant, he understood Jiang Yun's intention.
He wanted to completely tear away the veil of Saint who were aloof and regarded all living beings as pawns before the Human Clan!
He wanted to the Human Clan to create the most direct and cruel contrast with the "Sage's Grace" that the Demon Clan might receive at this moment!
Jiang Yun sensed the grief and indignation of the Human Clan below, but his heart remained calm and undisturbed.
He wanted to make these Human Clan see reality: in the eyes of Saint, nothing happens without a reason!
The so-called "protection" is only related to values and balance, and has nothing to do with justice or compassion!
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the void of Chaos.
Come on, let me see what Nuwa and the Three Pure Ones will do!
The choice is in their hands.
A wisp of Golden-Thread Sandalwood Incense rose gently, and time flowed by, second by second, in this solemn silence.
Every breath felt as heavy as if it were pressing down on everyone's hearts.
The ruins of Longevity Mountain became the focus of the Primordial Desolation World, with all eyes fixed on it, awaiting the moment when the incense burned out.
The Golden-Thread Sandalwood Incense burned quietly above the scorched earth of the Longevity Mountain ruins. The wisps of smoke rose straight up, but when they touched the shattered space that had been torn apart by Jiang Yun's power and was still faintly trembling, they twisted and dissipated strangely.
Time flowed exceptionally slowly in this bloody inferno, each tick like a heavy hammer striking the taut strings of every living being's heart.
Di Jun lay half-reclined on the scorched earth, his once Demon Emperor Crown Robes, as radiant as the sun, now tattered and torn, his golden Emperor's Blood staining the dust beneath him, leaving a glaring stain.
He kept his head down, his disheveled hair falling down, partially obscuring his gruesome wounds and bloodshot eyes.
The broken Golden Crow crown, a symbol of the Demon Emperor's power, lay carelessly discarded at his feet, its Stars -shaped gems long since dulled.
The collapse of his chest brought excruciating, tearing pain; every breath seemed to pull at his shattered bones. But what he felt most deeply was the icy chill emanating from the depths of his Primordial Spirit.
Di Jun's heart, like the ashes of a sandalwood incense stick about to burn out, grew colder and colder.
His remaining Primordial Spirit swept across the void, capturing only the cold, lifeless barrier of Chaos and the aloof, indifferent posture of the Saint's projection.
He finally understood.
I understand the detached indifference of Nuwa Creates Humans, and I understand the cold rule of the Three Pure Ones who treat heaven and earth as a chessboard and all living beings as straw dogs.
The saying goes, "As long as Saint exist, great thieves will not cease." Although Saint are the Spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, they also have their own considerations, so Saint have their own selfish desires.
Many things in this world depend on the concept of moderation, and the measure of this moderation lies in the hands of Saint.
Now, the Saint wants to teach some arrogant Demon Clan a lesson and test Jiang Yun's worth. After weighing the pros and cons, the Demon Clan have become tools in their hands.
Whether it's the Demon Clan or the Human Clan, in the Game of Wits of the Saint, they are ultimately just the price to be paid to advance Heavenly Mandate, accumulate Karmic Retribution, and exhaust their opponents!