Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the depths of Chaos.
The Wa Imperial Palace floated silently.
Ten thousand rays of rosy light shone, while a thousand strands of auspicious mist drifted.
The palace halls stood majestic and grand. Immortal music lingered in the air, purple qi coiled about, and the Dao's rhythm arose naturally.
Dijun and Taiyi descended from their golden carriage, straightened their attire, and stood respectfully outside the palace gates.
"Demon Clan Dijun and Taiyi request an audience with Empress Nuwa! We have an urgent matter to discuss!"
Dijun spoke loudly, his voice piercing through Chaos, yet it vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
The palace gates remained shut.
Chaos Qi flowed soundlessly.
A long while passed without the slightest response.
Taiyi frowned deeply, anxiety stirring within him. He spoke again, his voice ringing like gold and iron. "Demon Clan Taiyi requests an audience with Empress! This concerns the Human Race. I beg Empress to grant us an audience!"
Still, there was only silence.
Only the rosy light and auspicious mist of the Wa Imperial Palace flowed through eternity, reflecting upon Dijun and Taiyi's somewhat grim faces.
Taiyi looked toward Dijun, his eyes filled with question and confusion.
Dijun's gaze was profound as he stared at the closed palace gates. After a moment, understanding flashed through his eyes. He said softly, "Second Brother, Empress... has tacitly consented."
"Tacitly consented?" Taiyi froze.
Dijun nodded, his voice dropping even lower, carrying an almost imperceptible chill. "Empress is the Human Race Sage Mother. If she directly agreed to let us slaughter her people, it would harm her Sage's Heart and Dao heart.
By keeping her gates shut and refusing to see us, she has made her stance clear. If she does not stop us, then she tacitly permits us