"Didn't the root cause still lie within the Three Pure Ones?"
Bei Ming spoke leisurely. "If they had no rift between them, how could such a scheme have succeeded?
If I had not been strong enough, the Three Pure Ones would likely have joined forces to send all Literary Sect disciples onto the Investiture of the Gods List.
They would fill more than three hundred slots, then find a few dozen Rogue Cultivators, allowing the disciples of the Three Pure Ones to pass through the tribulation safely."
Bei Ming revealed no aura, yet an oppressive presence quietly spread through the air.
"In the Primordial Wilderness, if I am weak, then destroy me;
if I am strong, the will of This Seat shall be valued by all parties, and the greater tide shall shift because of it."
Nüwa rose to her feet, faint currents of Creation Qi circulating around her.
"Destruction and Creation mirror one another, yet on different paths, emotions are hard to sever."
She slightly raised her eyes and looked at Bei Ming, a trace of complicated emotion flashing through them.
"Bei Ming, you and I have known one another for countless Yuanhui, but upon the road ahead, only blessings remain.
I still need to purify Kong Xuan, so I shall return to Mount Qixi first. Let us see how the various Mystic Gate sects and the Hundred Schools of Thought in the human realm discuss the Immortal Path, Divine Path, and Reincarnation."
As her words fell, the radiance around Nüwa gradually flowed and faded layer by layer until she finally vanished.
Bei Ming closed his eyes and returned to silence, a thought passing through his mind.
Ling Yan stood nearby. Though she was somewhat puzzled by the scene, she knew it was not the time to disturb him.