At the sight of Laozi, a smile appeared at the corner of Xuandu's lips.
A ray of sunlight fell across his bloodstained face, making him look especially wretched.
"Master!"
The moment Xuandu called out, it seemed as though all his strength and spirit left him, and he collapsed before Laozi.
"Enough, enough!"
Laozi helped Xuandu up and fed him a Golden Elixir before looking down the mountain.
"Stop!"
Laozi's voice rang out, and every Demon Clan member instantly felt themselves lose control. All the Magic Power in their hands dissipated.
"Saint Laozi!"
Jiu Ying's heart skipped a beat. How had he stumbled into a Saint's Dao Field again?
Saint Laozi was the leader of Human Teachings. Slaughtering the Human Race right before him was simply courting death.
"The Human Race's calamity ends here. All Demon Clan members, leave the Primordial Land!"
Saint Laozi's voice spread throughout the Primordial Land, and every fleeing human came to a halt.
"It's the Sect Leader! The Sect Leader has acted!"
The Human Race had always hoped that Holy Mother Niang Niang would intervene, but Xiao's words had continued to echo in their ears. The Human Race needed to strengthen itself. The Human Race needed unwavering resolve.
From then on, the Human Race no longer prayed for Nuwa's protection, because they understood that Xiao was right. If they relied on the Holy Mother, they would never be able to grow.
Even when facing the Demon Clan's massacre this time, they had not sought Nuwa's aid.
Perhaps Nuwa had not wished to witness their misery either, but this was also a hardship they had to endure.
Now that Laozi's voice had arrived, they knew their calamity had finally passed.
The humans who had survived the great calamity began cheering for Laozi.
Yet before they could rejoice