"Hongjun, you've overreached."
A surge of killing intent rose from the depths of her heart.
However many waves of people Hongjun sent, Nuwa wiped out just as many.
One wave, two waves, three waves... seven or eight waves, all vanished without a trace. Not even a ripple remained.
Nuwa sat on the Cloud Bed in satisfaction, looking as relaxed as though she were admiring flowers.
Did that old bastard Hongjun think she would still obediently follow his orders like before?
Did he think his lofty-sounding words could still frighten her?
No.
Back then, she had not known that Hongjun was imprisoned by the Heavenly Dao. She had believed he was still the lofty Dao Ancestor, whose every word was a Divine Decree that could not be defied.
Now, Hongjun was merely a prisoner chained up and putting on a bold front.
Whether she went to Purple Sky Palace was none of his business.
Whether she intervened was none of his business either.
Even if he had contingencies prepared, she doubted Hongjun would make a huge fuss and use them against her.
She had been foolish before, frightened by Hongjun's claim that Saints were forbidden from interfering in a Tribulation.
Only now did she realize that Hongjun himself had interfered in the Tribulation countless times, sending people to make trouble around Taihao. Was that not interference?
He could set fires, but no one else was allowed to light a lamp?
Why should that be?
She would interfere if she wanted to.
Whoever dared touch Taihao, she would make them lose their soul and scatter their spirit!
Nuwa gazed tenderly at Taihao in the water screen.
Taihao knew nothing. He simply devoted himself to traveling through the magnificent mountains and rivers of the Prehistoric World.
From great rivers to towering mountains, from