Empress Nuwa's heart jolted as she recalled the karma of the past. After a moment of silence, she finally said, "The Saint's kindness is something Nuwa has never dared forget. But now that the demon race is beset by storm and turmoil, if Elder Brother and I hadn't held on with all our might, we would have long since been crushed to dust by the joint forces of the Three Pure Ones and the Two Sages of the West!"
Su Yang's gaze was as sharp as a blade. "Even so, you still cannot touch the Human Race Fortune."
Seeing her open her mouth to argue, he raised a hand and cut her off. "The Three Sovereigns established the realm, and the Five Emperors inherited its fortune. The Human Race Fortune is flourishing like the morning sun. Since I am the Saint Father, how could I allow it to be forcibly gouged out and stuffed into the fading destiny of the demon race?"
Two supreme Golden Immortal Saints now stood facing each other from afar above the surging, ceaseless River of Destiny. Empress Nuwa intended to seize the Human Race Fortune as it rose and use it to prolong the demon race's dwindling life. Yet she had no idea that this step had already landed squarely on the boundary Su Yang would never permit anyone to cross.
Back then, Su Yang had not explicitly imposed any restrictions. However, the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil Nuwa had used to attain enlightenment had been personally requested from him. That karma was as weighty as mountains and seas, pressing heavily on her heart. Whenever she faced Su Yang, a subtle, indescribable feeling always surfaced within her—respect mingled with guilt, reverence tinged with fear.
Hearing Su Yang expose her identity as the "Saint Father of the