From now on, there will be no Venerable Yuanshi in the Primordial Wilderness, only me, the Primordial Heavenly Demon!

Wa Huang Heaven, Nuwa Palace.

Nuwa sat upon a cloud bed, a treasured mirror before her reflecting the scene on Kunlun Mountain.

As she watched that figure within Yuxu Palace, her brows knitted tighter and tighter.

Venerable Yuanshi had been resurrected?

She was the first to disbelieve it.

Not because she shared the same origin as the Three Pure Ones.

But because she knew all too well the weight of the Heavenly Dao's judgment.

In the battle at Peach Mountain, the Heavenly Dao had personally stripped Yuanshi of his saintly seat. That had been no act.

Yuanshi's final thread of fate had been severed cleanly.

Nuwa had been in Wa Huang Heaven at the time, and she had sensed it clearly as well.

At that instant, there had no longer been a karmic source named Venerable Yuanshi between Heaven and Earth.

Yet now, another Yuanshi had appeared within Kunlun Mountain.

Nuwa found it utterly absurd.

"This Primordial Wilderness is becoming more and more incomprehensible."

She spoke softly.

Golden Phoenix stood at her side, not daring to respond carelessly.

After a moment, Golden Phoenix cautiously asked, "Your Majesty, is that person truly not Venerable Yuanshi?"

Nuwa looked toward the treasured mirror.

"If it were Yuanshi, the Heavenly Dao would not remain unmoved."

"For one erased by the Heavenly Dao to return is no different from slapping the Heavenly Dao across the face."

"But look—has there been the slightest movement in the heavens?"

Golden Phoenix raised her head.

Beyond Wa Huang Heaven, the Thirty-Three Heavens remained calm.

There was no heavenly punishment.

No Purple Sky thunderbolts.

Nor had the Heavenly Dao Will descended.

That was stranger still than Yuanshi's resurrection.

Golden Phoenix understood.

"So he is neither a Yuanshi acknowledged by the Heavenly Dao, nor has Venerable Yuanshi truly returned."

Nuwa nodded.