The drumbeats grew faster and more intense.
"Boom! Boom-boom! Boom-boom-boom..."
The war drums shook the Primordial Wilderness. Demon clouds rolled across the sky, blotting out the sun.
The living beings of every race in the Primordial Wilderness trembled in fear at the sight.
"The Demon Race and the Purple Mansion are about to go to war!"
"This battle will surely bring devastation to the Primordial Wilderness once more!"
"Can small tribes like ours even survive?"
"..."
The creatures of every race sighed and lamented.
They all knew full well that a great war between the Demon Race and the Purple Mansion Immortal Court would inevitably engulf the entire Primordial Wilderness.
Small tribes like theirs could only struggle to survive in the cracks between greater powers.
At that moment, Qin Mu stood guard outside the valley where Nuwa was meditating in seclusion.
Others might not know what was coming, but he knew the outcome of this conflict all too well.
"The great tide of the Primordial Wilderness cannot be easily changed."
"I'd better keep watch here."
"Perhaps the day Nuwa emerges from seclusion will be the day she proves the Dao and becomes a Saint."
"By then, I'll be able to gain plenty of opportunities from it as well."
"Who knows? I might even break through to the Great Principle Golden Immortal realm in one leap and enter the Quasi-Saint level."
After thinking it over, Qin Mu came back to his senses and continued keeping watch.
Meanwhile, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
"Rumble..."
Demon clouds rolled like ink. Billions of demon soldiers formed battle formations, their baleful aura condensing into tangible scarlet lightning that crackled through the clouds.
The Yao Emperor Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi stood at the very front of the formation, their bodies surging with fighting spirit.
Behind them,