All Heavens and Myriad Worlds' Main Sacrifices' First Alliance

In the eastern sky, a seven-colored auspicious cloud drifted quietly.

Above the auspicious cloud, a magnificent phoenix carriage appeared and disappeared. Luan birds danced around the carriage, and immortal music played on its own, yet it was bound by an invisible force, not emitting the slightest sound or revealing the slightest trace of a Saint's majesty.

It was none other than Empress Nuwa, rushing from Wa Huang Palace.

Her arrival was entirely different from Venerable Yuanshi's domineering entrance, which had announced his presence throughout the Primordial Era.

She was like a drop of water, silently merging into the ocean.

The phoenix carriage stopped in a patch of clouds far from the battlefield of Xi Qi, hidden within the void.

Nuwa's gaze, clear and calm, pierced through layers of space and fell upon the chaotic battlefield.

The first thing that caught her eye was the Taiji Diagram that covered the entire sky.

"The Taiji Diagram..."

Nuwa's eyes narrowed slightly.

She could feel her senior brother Taishang and senior brother Yuanshi battling with the Great Dao within the diagram. Yuanshi's Jade Purity Immortal Light was overbearing and fierce, repeatedly impacting the world within the diagram, while Taishang's Taiji Yin-Yang Dao was like a giant net, easily dissolving and nullifying any power, no matter how great.

"Senior Brother Taishang is indeed unfathomable," Nuwa thought to herself.

As a Saint herself, she knew very well that Taishang's cultivation was undoubtedly the first among the six Saints. Although Yuanshi was powerful, it was almost impossible for him to break the Taiji Diagram.

Her gaze shifted from the Taiji Diagram to the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation below.

Looking at the formation, with its surging yellow mist and soaring Sha Qi, and the three figures within, who, despite their nervousness, stood tall and straight, Nuwa's expression became somewhat complex.

The three from the Intercepting Sect: Sanxiao.

These three immortal ladies had attained their Dao from three wisps of cloud in the sky. The gathering and scattering of clouds were a natural part of the world. If one were to trace their origins, they could be considered Yao Race in a broad sense.

However, they had become disciples of junior brother Tongtian, cultivated the orthodox Shangqing Immortal Method of the Mystic Gate, and had long since transcended the realm of the Yao Race.

But now, for the sake of a promise, Nuwa had to bring them into her own camp.

"Assist the Intercepting Sect's Sanxiao and stop Taishang..."

Nuwa silently mulled over this command from the master of the Investiture of the Gods in her heart.

This was a very tricky mission.

Stop Taishang?

How could she stop him?

Charge forward and fight senior brother Taishang?

Don't be ridiculous.

Setting aside whether she could win, even if she could, she had no reason to attack Taishang.

Attacking a fellow disciple, and the eldest senior brother of the Mystic Gate, without any cause? If this were to spread, how could she, Nuwa, establish herself in the Primordial Era? She couldn't explain it to Dao Ancestor Hongjun either.

Therefore, a reason was needed.

A righteous reason that would leave everyone speechless.

Just as Nuwa was contemplating a strategy, her brow suddenly furrowed slightly.

Her gaze shifted to another direction of the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation.

There, a Saint's aura, extremely subtle yet filled with greed and calculation, was stealthily attempting to infiltrate the formation.

"Zhunti?"

A cold smile curved Nuwa's lips.

This fellow from the West had a keen nose.

As soon as trouble arose in the East, he came sniffing around.

It was easy to guess that he must have his eyes on the magical treasures within the formation and the twelve Heavenly Origin Sect Golden Immortals who had been cast down to the mortal world.

"Good, now that you're here, you've saved me a lot of trouble."

Nuwa's mind was instantly made up.

She was already worried about not having a suitable reason to intervene, and Zhunti's appearance was like a pillow arriving when one was sleepy.

Just as Zhunti attempted to sneak into the formation for the second time and was repelled by Nuwa's Saintly pressure, he furiously scanned his surroundings with his divine sense in anger.

Nuwa made her move.

She did not reveal herself, nor did she communicate with Zhunti in any way.

She simply sat in her phoenix carriage and gently unfurled a corner of the Mountain River Society Map before her.

It was a painting.

Within the painting were mountains and rivers, sun and moon, stars, birds and insects, and myriad living beings.

As the scroll unfurled, an invisible, primordial power of the Great Dao of Creation silently enveloped a space of a million li.

This power did not possess the all-encompassing nature of the Taiji Diagram, nor the overbearing supremacy of Venerable Yuanshi's Saintly might. It was gentle, natural, yet omnipresent.

It was like the spring breeze, sweeping across the land, bringing all things back to life.

It was like a fine mist, moistening the dry riverbed.

Zhunti, who was frantically searching for his opponent with his divine sense, suddenly felt his divine sense sink into a quagmire.

No, it was more terrifying than a quagmire.

As his divine sense swept over a mountain range, the mountains seemed to come alive. The rocks, stones, grass, and trees all exuded vibrant life, gently pushing his divine sense away.

As his divine sense grazed a river, the river seemed to gain a soul. The water surged, churning up spray, and gently dispersed his divine sense.

Wherever his divine sense traveled, the entire world seemed to transform into a living entity, resisting his probing in a way that was as silent as nurturing rain.

"This is... the Mountain River Society Map?!"

Zhunti's face instantly turned darker than the bottom of a pot.

He finally confirmed it!

The one hiding in the shadows was indeed Nuwa!

Only Nuwa's Dao-proving supreme treasure, the Mountain River Society Map, possessed such terrifying power to evolve a real world and create its own cycle of creation!

"Nuwa! What do you mean by this?!"

Zhunti roared, both shocked and enraged, directing his divine sense towards the source of that power of creation.

"We've never interfered with each other, why are you stopping me?!"

However, there was no response.

Nuwa couldn't be bothered to acknowledge him.

She simply maintained the expansion of the Mountain River Society Map, turning this area into her home turf.

In this world evolved by the Mountain River Society Map, she was the sole creator.

Everything Zhunti did was under her control.

He wanted to enter the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation?

He could.

As long as he could break through this world evolved by the Mountain River Society Map.

But that would mean having to fight Nuwa, a Saint, first.

Zhunti's expression was unpredictable.

He couldn't understand why Nuwa was doing this.

Could it be that she was also after those treasures?

That shouldn't be it.

Nuwa, as a Saint of the Yao Race with immense wealth, while not comparable to the Three Pure Ones, wouldn't covet such things, right?

Furthermore, she had always disliked conflict. Why was she acting so aggressively today, breaking her usual pattern?

Zhunti was utterly perplexed.

Meanwhile, Nuwa was also contemplating.

Unleashing the Mountain River Society Map to trap Zhunti was only the first step.

This could only temporarily prevent Zhunti, the "oriole," from interfering.

But her main task was to "stop Taishang."

Currently, Taishang and Yuanshi were still "discussing the Dao" within the Taiji Diagram. How could she intervene without completely falling out with them, making Taishang stop, and solidifying the rift between Sanxiao and the Heavenly Origin Sect, leaving them no room for maneuver?

This required a precise point of entry.

Nuwa's gaze fell back to the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation.

She looked at the three women on the high platform, lost and helpless, passively awaiting their fate, and a bold idea suddenly struck her.

Perhaps she could use them to achieve her goal.

At the same time, Nuwa's curiosity about the mysterious master of the Investiture of the Gods grew.

Who was this person?

He seemed to know the situation in the Primordial Era like the back of his hand.

He knew Yuanshi and Taishang would engage in a magical duel.

He knew Zhunti would come to act as an oriole.

He even seemed to have calculated that she would choose to act for the sake of the Yao Race's future.

Step by step, he had drawn her, Zhunti, Taishang, and Yuanshi into this scheme.

He was like the most brilliant chess player, and they, the high and mighty Saints, had become pieces on his board.

This feeling sent a shiver down Nuwa's spine.

But at the same time, it also filled her with excitement.

Collaborating with such an existence, though dangerous, was also full of infinite possibilities.

"The future of the Yao Race..."

Nuwa murmured to herself, her gaze hardening further.

No matter who "he" was, as long as he could fulfill his promise, she would play along with him to the very end today!

She wanted to show the entire Primordial Era that she, Nuwa, was not just the Holy Mother of the Human Race, but also the Empress of the Yao Race!

If you can't find the book by its title, you can try searching for the author; perhaps they just changed the name!

Due to popular demand from readers, we are now offering a VIP membership ad-free feature.

Click to view.