Various Parties Make Their Move

The Thirty-three Heavens, the Empress Wa's Palace.

Nuwa sat alone on her Cloud Bed, the Map of Mountains and Rivers slowly unfolding before her.

The image depicts a brutal battle raging across the Prehistoric World, filled with the cries of countless beings on the verge of death and their despair.

Her face was still stunningly beautiful, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of eternal ice; her eyes were indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Just then, familiar, steady footsteps came from outside the palace.

Fuxi's figure appeared before the palace gate.

"Brother has arrived." Nuwa looked up, her voice devoid of emotion.

"Um."

Fuxi entered the hall, sat down opposite Nuwa, and glanced at the tragic scene on the Map of Mountains and Rivers, remaining silent for a moment.

"Sister, as a sage, you should already know what your brother is to do."

Fuxi spoke, his tone calm.

Nuwa's fingers, gripping the scroll, tightened almost imperceptibly.

"The war between the Witch-Demon and the Demon King is ordained by Heaven; the great calamity has begun, and it cannot be stopped by human power."

Her voice remained cool and aloof.

"Your departure will only add to the calamity."

Upon hearing this, Fuxi smiled.

That smile carried a knowing understanding of the ways of the world, as well as a touch of the gentleness of an elder brother.

"Little sister, I know you have become a saint, transcending worldly affairs and untouched by cause and effect. You can see that all living beings are like ants, and calamities are like fleeting clouds."

He looked at Nuwa, his gaze clear and firm.

"I was born here, grew up here, was appreciated by Tai Yi, held the position of Xi Huang in the Heavenly Court, and enjoyed the fortune and offerings of the Demon Race Fortune."

"Now that the Demon Clan is suffering a calamity and my comrades are bleeding, how can I cower in these Thirty-Three Heavens and stand by indifferently out of fear of death?"

Fuxi paused, his voice lowering slightly.

Nuwa looked at Fuxi in silence.

She knew that her brother's mind was made up.

"Even if one dies and one's spirit dissipates, does True Spirit cease to exist?" Nuwa asked slowly.

Fuxi nodded calmly. "Sister, do you still remember what the Dao Ancestor said?"

"I see that all living beings are not at ease."

Inside the Empress Wa's Palace, you could hear a pin drop.

Finally, Nuwa gently closed the Map of Mountains and Rivers.

That stunningly beautiful face remained expressionless, but the aura of indifference emanating from her seemed even colder.

She no longer looked at Fuxi, but turned her gaze to nothingness.

Fuxi rose and smiled at Nuwa, saying, "Little sister, take care."

Having said that, he turned around, strode out of the Empress Wa's Palace, and his figure quickly disappeared into the vast sea of clouds and the soaring aura of calamity.

Nuwa sat alone in the palace for a long time, and then let out a barely audible sigh that dissipated into the cold moonlight.

As a saint, she naturally knew her brother's fate.

After the Witch-Demon, Fuxi was reincarnated Human Race.

But at that time, will he be Fuxi, or Heavenly Emperor Xi Huang Fuxi?

Shouyang Mountain, the ancestral temple of the Human Race.

The hall was filled with almost all the high-ranking members and elites of the Shouyang Human Race, whose cultivation levels ranged from True Immortal to Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.

At this moment, everyone was gazing at the towering figure at the head of the hall— Emperor Sui, Zhou Qing.

Two treasures floated in front of Zhou Qing.

The Chaos Bell trembled slightly, releasing streams of Chaos energy.

The golden light of the Kongtong Seal flowed, resonating with the surging Human Way Destiny within the hall.

The hall was deathly silent, save for the heavy breathing.

An elderly, white-haired man, asked in a trembling voice, "Emperor Sui Witch-Demon, what should our Shouyang Human Race do?"

Zhou Qing raised his hand, and the Chaos Bell emitted a deep hum.

Zhong Bo's touch calmed the anxious minds of the crowd somewhat.

"I wish to go to Chaos," Zhou Qing said resolutely.

His words caused a stir throughout the hall.

"Emperor Sui, you mustn't!"

"Your His Majesty, please reconsider!"

"Chaos is perilous, with Tai Yi and Chen Tian locked in a life-or-death struggle. Although Your His Majesty is strong, the battle for the Primordial Realm..."

Zhou Qing raised his hand, silencing all voices of dissuasion.

His gaze became incredibly profound, as if piercing through the palace roof and looking towards the endless sky, at the Chaos battlefield that was collapsing and being reborn.

"I am not acting rashly."

"If Chen Tian is defeated, the Witch Clan will suffer heavy losses or even be wiped out. At that time, our Human Race will be completely exposed to the Demon Clan's military might."

"If Tai Yi is defeated, the Heavenly Court will collapse, the Demon Clan will be out of control, and the demons will be leaderless and rampage across the Prehistoric World. Our Human Race will also be the first to bear the brunt."

"These two cannot afford to lose now, much less die!"

Zhou Qing's voice echoed in the hall, carrying a calmness that revealed his comprehensive understanding of the situation.

He looked down at the crowd, his eyes revealing the gentleness and determination that belonged to Emperor Sui.

He left the Kongtong Seal in the ancestral hall of the Human Race.

"This journey is fraught with danger, and I am not entirely certain of my safety. If I do not return..."

"Then take the Kongtong Seal and go find its true master."

Having arranged everything, Zhou Qing said no more.

He took one last look at the ancestral hall, which embodied the blood and hope of the Human Race, and at his people who were gazing at him with tears in their eyes.

There were no grand pronouncements, no tragic farewells.

He turned around and stepped out of the ancestral hall.

The Chaos Bell above his head shone brightly, and the descending Chaos energy enveloped his entire body.

On the Coast of the East Sea, the sound of waves crashing echoes.

Di Jun slowly finished the last grilled fish, wiped his hands, and suddenly said something out of the blue:

That's about it.

Qin Yuan, who had been engrossed in writing and drawing in his notebook, paused, looked up, and the usual relaxed smile on his face gradually faded.

"Big brother?"

"Tai Yi... he's about to collapse."

Di Jun stood up and looked into the depths of the Chaos at the terrifying fluctuations that could still be felt even across endless Space-Time.

Qin Yuan's heart sank.

He knew that although Di Jun seemed lazy all day long, his cultivation was actually unfathomable.

Since he said that Tai Yi would not be able to hold on, then he was by no means exaggerating.

"Then what are we waiting for!" Qin Yuan's face was full of worry.

Di Jun raised his hand and gently pressed down on his shoulder.

"Don't rush."

He turned around and looked at Xi He and Chang Xi, who were standing quietly on the rocks not far away.

The moonlight, like water, poured down on the two Yin Spirit, making them appear exceptionally pure and cold, yet unable to conceal the deep sorrow hidden in their eyes.

"Keep an eye on the house."

Di Jun smiled at them, his tone gentle yet carrying an unquestionable sense of entrustment.

Xi He nodded gently, her cool gaze falling on Di Jun's face, and uttered only one word. "Good."

Chang Xi bit her lower lip, wanting to say something, but in the end she just nodded vigorously and whispered, "Be careful."

Di Jun said no more, taking one last look at the brief moment of peace on the coast, as if trying to etch this tranquility into his memory.

Afterwards, he took Qin Yuan with him to the Chaos.

He was still worried about Tai Yi...