Now that she herself had made the list, Sanqi still hadn't appeared.
Didn't that mean there was a huge gap between her and Sanqi?
The thought darkened her expression.
Back during the Human-Demon War, she had once attacked Sanqi, hoping to eliminate her for good.
But all she had managed to do was wound Sanqi.
That was right.
The one who had ambushed Sanqi back then was none other than Empress Nuwa.
Empress Nuwa had wanted to eliminate Sanqi, but things hadn't gone as planned, and she had failed.
Now it seemed there was still quite a gap between her and Sanqi.
This naturally left Empress Nuwa disappointed.
A bone-deep hatred surfaced in her eyes.
Yet beneath that hatred lay something complicated.
The reason her strength had advanced by leaps and bounds was, to put it plainly, that the man had bestowed it upon her.
But that man had also taken away what she cherished most.
It pained her, leaving her heart filled with endless conflict.
When Saint Zhunti of the Western Teachings saw Empress Nuwa appear, his expression instantly darkened.
His body swayed unsteadily.
A thread of golden blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
It was obvious.
Empress Nuwa's appearance had dealt him a heavy blow.
Saint Zhunti had once fought Empress Nuwa in battle.
Although Empress Nuwa had held the upper hand, the gap between them had been nowhere near as vast as it was now.
But what about now?
Only a few hundred years had passed.
Had Empress Nuwa really grown this powerful?
Had she left him so far behind?
Saint Zhunti's face darkened.
The blow to him was undeniably immense.
It was even fair to say that he had been made to look utterly wretched.
Saint Zhunti was now the weakest Sage in the