Meanwhile, countless human cultivators gazed eagerly beyond the heavens.
They all wanted to know.
When the Human Race was in peril, what choice would the Holy Mother they revered make?
Their eyes were filled with anticipation.
They naturally hoped that the Holy Mother who had given them life would descend and protect them.
But time passed, little by little.
Beyond the heavens, all was silent. There was no response.
Gradually, the anticipation in the hearts of the Human Race's people turned to confusion, then disappointment.
Finally, it became deep sorrow.
"What?"
"The Holy Mother... hasn't reacted at all?"
"Has she abandoned the Human Race to its fate?"
"Damn it!"
"You're the Holy Mother of the Human Race!"
Many human cultivators were outraged, feeling as though they had been abandoned.
"Sigh!"
Seeing this, Huang Tian slowly withdrew his gaze. He knew very well that Nuwa Saint had likely chosen to help neither side.
"I've already given you two chances."
He sighed to himself.
Earlier, when his true self, Qin Mu, had been competing for authority over the Underworld, he had given Nuwa Saint a choice.
He had asked her, for the sake of the Human Race, not to help Venerable Yuanshi deal with Saint Tongtian.
But in the end, Nuwa had still chosen to side with Yuanshi.
Now, the Demon Race was slaughtering the people of the Human Race in plain sight.
By rights, Nuwa, as the Human Race's Holy Mother, should have stepped forward to seek justice for them.
She couldn't show such favoritism and disregard for them just because she had once been part of the Demon Race, could she?
Huang Tian had hoped Nuwa Saint would intervene.
At the very least, she could have sent an avatar, like Taishang Saint, to show where she stood.
But who could