What Can I Gain?

Zhou Ming paid no attention to the turmoil in Nuwa's heart and merely spoke indifferently.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, please remain calm."

"Now is not the time for you to seek revenge."

"The Tribulation has begun. Your Karma with them lies within this Tribulation, so settle it properly with them during the Tribulation."

"We can't let you ruin this good show right now."

Zhou Ming's voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable dominance.

Nuwa struggled several times, only to discover that the palm was as heavy as Buzhou Mountain and could not be shaken in the slightest.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger and shock in her heart.

"Let go of me."

"I promise I won't make a move now."

Only then did Zhou Ming nod in satisfaction and withdraw his palm.

"That's more like it."

"As a Sage, you need to broaden your perspective."

"Come, come, let's keep watching."

Nuwa glared fiercely at him, straightened her slightly disheveled robes, and turned her gaze below once more.

This time, however, her gaze had become even colder and deeper.

Zhunti.

I shall remember this debt.

Inside Nuwa Palace.

After finishing the poem, "Di Xin" seemed quite satisfied. He swept his wide sleeve.

"Return to the palace!"

With that, he led a large group of Civil and Military Officials, all looking dazed and ashen-faced, away in grand fashion.

The moment he turned around, Zhunti's Sage Magic Power quietly spread out, transforming into countless invisible imprints that sank deep into the minds of every minister present.

He planted a powerful psychological suggestion in all of them.

What happened today was a terrible humiliation, a great crime that desecrated the Saint Mother. It had to remain buried in their hearts. No one dared mention a single word of it to anyone