Nuwa, furious, did not stop there.
After arranging matters for the Three Demons of Xuanyuan Tomb, holy might surged around her. Her anger remained unabated as she flicked her sleeve and flew out of Phoenix Nest Mountain, transforming into a streak of light that shot toward Zixiao Palace beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
A bone-deep chill filled her heart.
This Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods had originally held little deep connection to Human Dao. She had long since yielded the authority of the human realm and withdrawn beyond the Three Realms, giving Old Ancestor Hongjun more than enough face.
Yet she had never imagined that the Son of Heaven of Yin Shang would dare profane her, the Holy Mother of the Human Race, so brazenly. And under the workings of Heavenly Dao, Cheng Tang's fortune was still being protected, forcing a dignified Saint like her to suffer such monstrous humiliation.
Nuwa understood at last—
She could no longer remain uninvolved in this God Conferment tribulation.
If she did not personally seek justice, all the Myriad Spirits of the Three Realms would look down upon her, the Holy Mother of the Human Race, in the future.
In an instant, she arrived before Zixiao Palace.
Nuwa raised her eyes toward the sacred palaces towering above all heavens. No longer suppressing the fury in her chest, she gave a sharp cry that shook the Nine Heavens and spread through Chaos.
"Hongjun! Get out here!"
With that holy shout, the gates of Zixiao Palace trembled lightly, and the sea of clouds rolled backward.
Deep within Zixiao Palace, Old Ancestor Hongjun had been sitting in meditation, quietly awaiting the opening of the Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods. Suddenly, the Dao rhythm around him shuddered, and the Chaos Qi became turbulent.
He slowly