Nüwa raised her hand slightly, and the Red Silk Ball rose into the air, its light rippling:
"Why not smash through the Thirty-Three Heavens?"
The wind in the hall stalled, and the airflow was drawn by the embroidered ball, sending ripples through the air.
Bei Ming looked at the Red Silk Ball, the corners of his lips slowly curving upward as he met Nüwa's gaze:
"That would indeed make Di Jun lose face.
"However, I have another way to maximize the benefits. It could serve as a supplement."
Nüwa turned her eyes toward Bei Ming, her voice gentle as she asked, "What method?"
Bei Ming held up two fingers, his gaze calm. "Once the Demon Race launches its offensive, the Human Race will surely be powerless to resist.
"In such a difficult situation, there are only two ways to preserve the race.
"First, scatter completely and disperse throughout the Primordial Wilderness. How many survive will depend on fate.
"Second, return to the ancestral land. There are temples built by the Human Race for you and me.
"When facing a disaster that mortal strength cannot overcome, there will always be those who place their hopes in more ethereal protection."
"I understand." Nüwa's eyes shifted as she said unhurriedly,
"You want us to manifest our divinity and protect the Human Race, further raising our prestige among the surviving humans.
"Moreover, the humans under our protection will bear the responsibility of reproducing in the future.
"As for those unable to return to the ancestral land in time, I fear their chances of survival are slim."
"The great tide of the Heavenly Dao has crushed who knew how many living beings." Bei Ming sighed.
"Since The Calamity of the Witches and Demons, which race has lost fewer Cultivators than the Human Race?
"All living