Zhunti Daoist was in the worst possible mood.
He was like a thief who had snuck into someone else's backyard to steal a big watermelon, only to reach out and find the garden's owner sitting nearby on a little stool, watching him with a smile.
It was the sort of feeling that was as awkward as it was frustrating.
"Nuwa! What are you trying to do?!"
Zhunti fumed helplessly inside.
He was certain that Nuwa had noticed him. The world manifested from the Mountain River Society Map hadn't attacked him directly, but it was like an invisible cage, keeping him firmly trapped where he stood.
He could sense that the moment he dared to make a move, the seemingly gentle Qi of Creation would turn into the most terrifying killing force and engulf him.
He couldn't understand why Nuwa, who had always stayed behind closed doors, would suddenly come to the troublesome land of Xiqi—and target him as soon as she arrived.
Could she have made some deal with the Three Pure Ones that he didn't know about?
Or did she also want a share of the spoils in this Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods?
Countless thoughts flashed through Zhunti's mind, but he had no time to dwell on them.
He knew he couldn't wait any longer.
The longer he delayed, the more could go wrong!
Nuwa alone was already causing this much trouble. If Tongtian, that hothead, also broke through the restriction and came out, then Xiqi would truly become a slaughterhouse for Saints.
Forget about gaining anything. He might not even make it out in one piece.
He had to end this quickly!
A ruthless glint flashed through Zhunti's eyes.
So what if it was Nuwa?
So what if it was the Mountain River Society Map?