Nuwa first competed with Xiao Long in magical power, but she was unable to do anything to him.
Then they competed with magical treasures.
Xiao Long brought out the Primordial Golden Dou, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, the Zhu Xian Sword, and a whole series of other treasures in turn.
Any one of them could suppress Nuwa completely.
"You... you've also become a Saint!"
In the end, Nuwa seemed to resign herself to fate, her heart turned to ashes.
She gave Xiao Long a miserable smile.
She now understood why Xiao Long had dared to speak to her like that and do such things to her.
It was because Xiao Long had become a Saint—the seventh Saint in the Primordial World.
"Nuwa, why bother? Right now, you're like a frog trapped at the bottom of a well, with no idea how vast this world truly is. The Two Sages of Western Buddhism are the same. If I hadn't joined the Daoist Jie Sect, I wouldn't have known that there were worlds more advanced than the Primordial World, or realms greater than that of a Saint. The reason I became a Saint so quickly—and a Saint stronger than you—is because I went to train in a world better than the Primordial World. That is how I achieved what I have today. Nuwa, become my dual-cultivation partner! Let's climb to the peak of this world together!"
Seeing Nuwa's expression, Xiao Long felt a faint sense of guilt.
After all, this could be considered (******). He really was in the wrong.
"What about Medusa, Bai Suzhen, Xiao Qing, Yao Xueling, San Xiao, Queen Mother of the West, and all the others?"
After hearing Xiao Long's proposal, Nuwa asked in return.
Although she still had not understood exactly what Xiao Long had just said.
But