Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, within Empress Wa's Palace.
Lady Nuwa sat quietly upon the Cloud Bed.
Her gaze pierced through layer upon layer of palace halls, taking in every detail of Ye Xuan and the Willow Deity fighting side by side on the battlefield, breaking the two emperors' attack with a single finger.
As she watched the Human Emperor of the human race stand proudly beneath the starlight, his spine finally straightened completely, Lady Nuwa's flawless Sage visage held an incomparably complex expression.
There was gratification.
As the Holy Mother who had created humanity, seeing the frail race she had once molded from Xirang finally grow wings capable of soaring through the nine heavens, seeing them gain a true supreme powerhouse to shelter them from wind and rain, no longer needing to depend on anyone's charity—she felt pride and gratification from the bottom of her heart.
Humanity was finally no longer a flock of lambs.
Yet beyond that gratification lay an even deeper helplessness and inner conflict.
Today, the Human Emperor and the Demon Heavenly Court had completely torn off all pretense. The two sides had slaughtered tens of millions of living beings at the border. This blood debt had doomed the two races to having no possibility of reconciliation ever again. What awaited was inevitably a racial war to the death.
And she was not only humanity's Holy Mother; she also bore the supreme title of the Demon race's Empress Wa. The establishment of the Demon Heavenly Court was tied to her own karmic fortune as well.
Now, the race she had created was about to wage a life-or-death battle against the race she nominally protected.
Yet she, a lofty Sage, could only remain seated in this desolate Empress Wa's Palace. Bound by the Heavenly Dao's ordained fate and