"Mm." Bei Ming nodded slightly and said with a trace of sincerity,
"Convey my regards to Fuxi."
Nüwa smiled gently, her gaze tender as she replied,
"Alright. When there is another chance, I'll seek you out again to discuss the Dao."
With that, seven-colored clouds blossomed around Nüwa, and a gentle aura of Creation spread through the air.
The next instant, her figure streaked across the heavens, heading straight for the Sun Star.
Bei Ming watched the direction in which she departed, then turned around. His Escape Light flashed as he returned directly to Changbai Mountain.
Meanwhile, in a valley somewhere in the Eastern Region of the Primordial Wilderness.
The several dozen gathered Quasi-Saints watched the confrontation between the Mystic Gate and the Ancestor Wizards from afar. Upon learning of the Mystic Gate's great victory, every one of them was radiant with delight.
The Ancestor Wizards had sought them out for exchanges of ideas more than once, and they had all taken beatings;
Furthermore, they had all gone to Zixiao Palace to hear the Dao, so they shared a certain connection with the Mystic Gate.
"Haha! How satisfying!" Daoist Qingfeng threw back his head and laughed, lightly flicking his Whisk.
"The arrogant Twelve Ancestor Wizards have finally been taught a lesson!"
"The Mystic Gate truly deserves to be a grand sect of Saints."
Chiming Daojun stroked his beard and sighed. "What a pity that we lacked the fortune back then and could not become disciples of Dao Ancestor Hongjun."
"No matter what!" Fu Luo Sanren said cheerfully, his entire face crinkling with laughter.
"As long as the Wu Clan suffers a setback, I'm happy!"
He had previously cultivated in the mountains, only for Qiangliang to come challenge him. Every few tens of thousands of years, he would get beaten up,