Changing the General Trend, Hongjun Couldn't Sit Still

Chu Yan curled his lips into a faint smile. All the traps were set, just waiting for you to jump in.

"You should say this: 'I, Nuwa, hereby establish a Dao Oath today. If the Human Race worships me as their Holy Mother, I will surely protect them until the Immeasurable Tribulation. If the Demon Race slaughters humans, I will stop them at once and inflict punishment upon the Demon Race. In the future, no matter who dares to scheme against the Human Race, I, Nuwa, will shield them from such plots. If I fail, may my soul scatter and my true spirit be destroyed. This oath shall remain in effect even after I attain sainthood.'"

Boom, boom, boom...

In an instant, heaven and earth shook, and countless Great Powers' expressions shifted dramatically.

"Boy, you've gone too far."

In that split second, countless demons across the Primordial World erupted in fury.

"Chu Yan, what do you think you are, daring to force my Demon Race's Nuwa into such an oath? I'll destroy you right now!"

"Chu Yan, you dare to threaten the Demon Race? You must die—!"

A torrent of curses spread, and suddenly, a terrifying rage exploded from the heavens.

"Ant of the Human Race, watch as I, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, kill you—!"

In his fury, the Donghuang Bell smashed down directly.

The result...

Pfft—.

A flash of golden light passed, and Eastern Emperor Taiyi was knocked straight back into his original form.

"Not good."

The Demon Heavenly Court trembled instantly. Di Jun's face changed drastically as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Bastard, I refuse to believe I can't kill you. Again!"

Just as the Donghuang Bell was about to erupt again, Di Jun, terrified, grabbed hold of Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

"Taiyi, stop! That single strike just now has already damaged the Demon Race's fortune."

What? How could this be?

Upon immediate inspection, Eastern Emperor Taiyi's face turned ashen—the fortune had indeed declined.

Countless Great Powers were stunned into silence. What the hell kind of race was this?

The demons were dumbfounded, the Great Powers were dumbfounded, and even the Three Pure Ones were left in shock.

Could it be that Junior Sister Nuwa had been completely cornered?

"Haha, this Chu Yan is excellent. I, Zhurong, like him, hahaha!"

Outside the Ancestor Witch Divine Hall, the Twelve Ancestor Witches saw this scene and were instantly overjoyed.

Nuwa was a demon; Chu Yan's defiance of the Demon Race was a credit to their Witch Race, making him a friend of the witches.

"Chu Yan, well done! The Witch Race has your back."

"And me, Old Ancestor Minghe! Chu Yan, go ahead and do as you please. These feathered beasts—I've wanted to deal with them for a long time."

Above the Primordial World, thunder rolled like crashing waves. The voice of the Witch Race rang out, instantly casting shame upon the Demon Race.

The Sea of Blood of Minghe also surged with bloody energy. Back when the Hongmeng Purple Qi was contested, Old Ancestor Minghe had been wounded by those demon bastards, and that grudge had never been swallowed.

It had also caused Hongyun to perish.

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi erupted in fury at once:

"Witch Race, Old Ancestor Minghe, you're asking for death!"

As they moved to strike again, at the critical moment—

"Everyone, stop—!"

A sharp scream rang out. Nuwa had exploded.

"Chu Yan, are you teaching me how to act?"

"That's right, I'm teaching you how to act. Got a problem with that?"

"Ahhh—!"

Nuwa was going mad. She grabbed her own head and rubbed it violently, but it still didn't vent her anger.

Then, Nuwa formed a claw with one hand, instantly blotting out the sky, and reached straight for the Heavenly Court.

She grabbed Di Jun and gave him a thorough beating.

The countless Great Powers were utterly startled. This was way too ruthless.

But this Chu Yan was even more ruthless, driving a soon-to-be-saint into such a state.

Di Jun was beaten into a pig's face, and in his heart, he felt nothing but grievance. I was speaking up for you—why are you hitting me?

And why didn't you hit Eastern Emperor Taiyi?

Di Jun seethed with hatred inside, but he dared not hold a grudge against Nuwa. In the end, he glared viciously at the Human Race, swearing in his heart that after such humiliation, he would never let the Human Race have an easy time.

After beating Di Jun, Nuwa felt much better. Then she turned her gaze to Chu Yan.

"Fine, I agree. I'll swear a Dao Oath."

But that gaze of his was simply murderous.

"I, Nuwa, hereby swear this Dao Oath today: if the Human Race venerates me as their Holy Mother, I shall surely..."

Crackle...

Suddenly, from the nine heavens above, a bolt of Purple Firmament Divine Thunder came crashing down directly onto Nuwa's head.

Pfft—

In an instant, Nuwa spat out a mouthful of blood, struck by backlash once again.

Nuwa's heart was on the verge of collapse. This was supposed to be her day of attaining sainthood, and yet she'd been struck by lightning?

At the same time, Hongjun's voice resounded across the Primordial World.

"Silence."

Hongjun made his move.

Earlier, when Chu Yan had appeared, Hongjun had sensed something unusual and had been constantly calculating. But since he felt the General Trend hadn't changed, he hadn't shown himself. This time, however, he had no choice.

The moment Nuwa swore her Dao Oath, Hongjun instantly spat out a mouthful of sacred blood, his expression shifting drastically. The General Trend was about to be altered, and he could no longer sit idly by. With a great roar, he immediately interrupted Nuwa's vow.

"Teacher?"

Looking up, they saw Purple Qi Comes from the East stretching thirty thousand li across the nine heavens.

Heaven and earth were bathed in golden light, blocking half the sky, as if celestial music were rising. It was like the harmonious cry of dragon and phoenix.

Countless golden patterns emerged, and a figure slowly stepped forth. Boundless golden light and Dao resonance swirled around him. With every step, lotuses bloomed beneath his feet.

Hongjun had arrived, his Dharma Body descending upon this place.

"Disciple pays respects to Teacher."

Nuwa, the Three Pure Ones, and the Two Saints of the West all knelt in worship.

"Paying respects to the Dao Ancestor."

Countless Great Powers across the Primordial World knelt, and even the ordinary beasts prostrated themselves on the ground.

So... this was the spectacle of a saint's arrival?

Chu Yan was stunned by the sight. Truly worthy of being the Primordial World's ultimate boss. The moment he appeared, endless Living Beings knelt in worship.

Yet there were two exceptions: the Witch Race and Chu Yan. The Witch Race knelt only to Pangu, and Chu Yan believed that his fate was his own to command, not Heaven's.

Hongjun paid them no mind. He turned to Nuwa and said, "Nuwa, a Dao Oath is not to be taken lightly. You nearly made a grave mistake."

His tone was calm, but it carried a hint of reproach.

"Disciple knows her error."

Indeed, Nuwa felt a lingering terror. In that instant when she had sworn the Dao Oath, she had sensed a terrifying, boundless karmic force rushing toward her—a force so immense it defied measure. Even a saint would have been unable to escape it.

If Hongjun hadn't interrupted, Nuwa would have been doomed, utterly annihilated, body and soul. Once she had finished swearing the Dao Oath, even if Hongjun hadn't acted, the Heavenly Dao itself would have destroyed her completely.

"Chu Yan, Nuwa created humanity and attained sainthood through them. The Human Race venerates Nuwa as the Holy Mother—this is Heaven's mandate. Why do you obstruct it?"

Hongjun's voice rolled like thunder, echoing in everyone's minds, striking their hearts like a great bell.

Hearing this, Chu Yan looked up and met his gaze directly.

He saw Hongjun with flowing white hair, a whisk draped to one side, clad in white robes—an immortal aura about him. But Chu Yan knew that this old man before him was no kind soul. If anything, all the evil in the Primordial World had been orchestrated by this very old man.

"Greetings, Ancestor of the Heavenly Dao. Nuwa created the Human Race, but she also became a saint because of them. This is merely a mutually beneficial exchange between Nuwa and humanity—a win-win situation. The Ancestor of the Heavenly Dao's words are too harsh."

In an instant, Hongjun's eyes narrowed slightly. Chu Yan had called him the Ancestor of the Heavenly Dao, not the Dao Ancestor.

In other words, Chu Yan only acknowledged Hongjun as the supreme boss of the Heavenly Dao; as for the Earthly Dao and the Humanity Dao, Chu Yan did not recognize Hongjun's authority over them.

Moreover, the meaning behind Chu Yan's words was already extremely clear.

This was about severing the future bond between the Human Race and Nuwa. Once this reasoning was established, the moment Nuwa attained sainthood would also be the day she cut ties with the Human Race.

That simply would not do.

Hongjun's gaze instantly transformed into two beams of golden light, shooting straight toward Chu Yan as if to see through everything.

Yet the next moment, he furrowed his brow.

Strange. Everything appeared normal on the surface, so why couldn't he see through it? Could this truly be an anomaly?

There was a vast difference between a variable and an anomaly.

Seeing Hongjun's expression, everyone's hearts leaped into their throats.

They watched as Hongjun raised his hand to make a calculation, but he could discern nothing at all.

"No, I must investigate this thoroughly, or something major will happen."

Chu Yan's three earlier questions had already touched upon the General Trend, as if Chu Yan knew what was going to happen in the future.

Hongjun remained motionless in place, but his Primordial Spirit had already stepped into the River of Destiny, seeking to pry into the secrets of the Chu Yan before him.

The moment he made contact, however, Hongjun's expression shifted dramatically.

"Not good."