For a moment, everyone present was so shocked by Huang Tian's words that their faces turned deathly pale.
Huang Tian paid them no mind. His gaze sharp as a torch, he continued:
"Though Nuwa is the Holy Mother of our Human Race, has she ever fulfilled her duty as our Holy Mother?"
"Ever since the Human Race came into being, she has ignored us completely."
"Our frail people have had to struggle to survive in the Primordial Wilderness, suffering the abuse of ferocious beasts and Yao Mo."
"Where was she then? Did she ever lift a hand to protect us, even once?"
"When the Demon Race slaughtered our people, when countless kin died horrible deaths and our blood stained the land, when our people stood on the brink of extinction—where was she then?"
"She hasn't even made her position clear. Doesn't that mean she's letting the Demon Race slaughter our people?"
Huang Tian fired question after question.
Each one struck their hearts like a heavy hammer.
They thought back to the hardships their people had endured since their birth, and to the brutality and helplessness of this war.
Just as Huang Tian had said.
That lofty Nuwa Holy Mother, apart from creating them, seemed never to have truly protected them.
During the earlier Human-Yao War, even Taishang Saint had sent an incarnation to stand guard for the Human Race.
But what about Nuwa Saint?
She hadn't made her position clear at all!
The more they thought about it, the more Nuwa Saint's standing as their Holy Mother sank in their eyes.
Seeing them lost in thought, Huang Tian didn't rush to speak again.
He had already given Nuwa many chances.
But she had never cherished a single one.
During the struggle over the Underworld's authority, Qin Mu himself had advised