Nüwa raised a hand, and the Summoning Demon Banner flew up and landed in her palm.
The banner fluttered faintly, countless Demon Gods' True Spirits slumbering within it.
Nüwa herself had no particular needs. Relying on her share of the Human Race's and Literary Sect's Luck, she lived quite comfortably among the Saints.
At most, she occasionally acted as Bei Ming's enforcer and helped look after his disciples. It was merely a small effort.
But the arrangements for Fuxi after the great war might make use of the Demon Race's strength.
There would be no need for the Demon Race's title or its Luck. She only needed to rely on the Summoning Demon Banner to forcibly seize control.
By allying with the Literary Sect and controlling the Demon Race, perhaps they could secure the position of Saint of the Human Dao for Fuxi.
Seeing Nüwa accept the Summoning Demon Banner, Di Jun solemnly cupped his hands and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Saint, for granting this."
Nüwa looked at him, her tone calm. "Heavenly Emperor, may your wish be fulfilled."
Di Jun smiled faintly. There were no calculations left in his smile, only calm acceptance.
"Then I shall borrow the Saint's auspicious words. Farewell."
With all his final arrangements made, Di Jun cast off every burden, turned, and left for the Heavenly Court.
Nüwa lowered her gaze to the Summoning Demon Banner in her hand, her eyes shifting slightly.
A new plan had already taken shape in her heart.
This matter could not avoid Bei Ming in the end.
The Literary Sect's stance and Bei Ming's will were of vital importance in this game.
The next instant, Nüwa vanished from Mount Qixi.
When she reappeared, she was already within the Changbai Mountain Range.
As the Literary Sect's Vice Sect Master, aside