"Cough..."
Nuwa staggered, and cracks appeared in her Seven-Colored Rainbow Robe due to the violent tremors.
She slowly lowered her head and looked at her palm.
The Purple-Gold Saint Blood that overflowed from her lips did not drip down, but instead condensed into a turbid blood bead, which hovered in the void and slowly rotated, every inch of its luster reflecting her crumbling Saint Dao Foundation at this moment.
Within the sacred blood, the illusory image of Human Race incense was annihilated inch by inch, and the traces of the Holy Mother Dao Fruit shattering spread like a spider web.
She could sense it clearly.
The backlash from the stripping of her destiny was like countless invisible poison needles, piercing deep into the very Saint Dao Foundation!
"Buzz..."
The warm and peaceful Creation Dao Light surrounding Nuwa gradually dimmed, replaced by ripples of Daoist energy on the verge of collapse.
Her aura plummeted, eventually stabilizing at the Heavenly Dao Sage First Heaven Early.
Moreover, it is fragile and unreliable, like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.
What shattered her heart even more was...
She could feel that her once perfect and flawless Creation Saint Dao was now showing clear cracks.
That is a sign that the Dao Path Foundation has been damaged.
Without Heaven-Defying Opportunity to compensate, her Saint Realm will forever remain stagnant, with no further advancement possible.
"Xuan... Du..."
Nuwa slowly raised her eyes, her gaze devoid of any trace of cold compassion, replaced only by an almost manic resentment and despair.
His voice was hoarse, and every word was uttered with the pain of blood.
"You have ruined my Dao Path... severed my Saint Foundation..."
This hatred... is irreconcilable!
Xuandu stood silently in the void, his green robes fluttering slightly. The primordial Daoist Hunyuan Dao Rhyme acted as an invisible barrier, quietly isolating Nuwa's overwhelming hatred.
His face was calm, his eyes deep and unfathomable, reflecting Nuwa's pale, paper-white, and radiant Sage's Visage.
"You cut off your own Dao Path."
Xuandu spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching the ears of every living being present:
"If you were truly Human Mother, you would stand up for Human Race in times of crisis, not stand idly by, much less condone the demon race's slaughter."
"If you truly care about your sibling bond, you should help Fellow Daoist Fuxi escape the impending doom of the Great Calamity, instead of using him as a pawn, trapping him in the Demon Court, and gambling on that one in ten thousand chance of survival."
"Your present situation is the result of your past actions."
"The position of the Holy Mother is not a power bestowed upon you by Heavenly Dao, but an honor granted to you by the Human Race."
"If the Human Race does not recognize you, then you are no longer the Holy Mother."
"You should have understood this a long time ago."
Every word was like a knife, piercing the deepest part of Nuwa's Dao Heart.
Nuwa's delicate body trembled again, and holy blood spilled from the corner of her mouth once more.
She gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms, dark golden blood dripping down her wrists, burning into wisps of smoke in the air.
An overwhelming hatred!
But more than that... it's a deep-seated sense of powerlessness and regret.
How could she not know that what Xuandu said was true?
For millions of years, she has been accustomed to looking down on all living beings from the perspective of Sage and controlling destiny with the Path of Creation.
To her, the Human Race was nothing more than a tool for proving her path, a source of fortune, and the foundation for consolidating her holy position.
She never cared about the life or death of the Human Race, let alone their Human Race Will.
She believed that as long as she remained the Holy Mother, enjoying the incense offerings and worship of the Human Race Human Race, the Human Race would forever be a pawn in her hands and the source of her fortune.
But now...
Xuandu alone awakened the Unbending Will of Myriad Human Race, using martial arts resonance and Blood Qi and qi as a sword to sever her karmic Karma with Human Race!
This is simply... mind-blowing!
"So this is what humanity is...?"
Nuwa murmured softly, a clear look of bewilderment appearing in her eyes for the first time.
She could sense that the Crimson Gold Will Torrent rising from the East Sea Coast was resonating with the Martial Dao Law surrounding Xuandu and merging with the Chaos Rune suspended in the void in a way she couldn't comprehend.
That is the manifestation of humanity.
It is the convergence of the Will of All Beings.
It is the Heaven and Earth Trend that even Sage cannot easily control, much less completely erase!
She, in doing so, placed herself on the opposite side of this prevailing trend.
"Puff!"
Another mouthful of holy blood was spat out.
Nuwa swayed, barely able to maintain her suspended position in mid-air.
She slowly closed her eyes and looked inward at herself.
The Saint Dao Foundation was riddled with cracks, her Holy Mother Dao Fruit was completely shattered, and her cultivation level plummeted to the First Heaven Early, and was still slowly declining.
What made her even more desperate was that she could not sense any hope of recovery.
The Human Race Fortune has been completely severed, and the Path of Creation has been damaged. Without Heaven-Defying Opportunity, her Dao Path... is completely cut off.
" Xuandu ..."
Nuwa slowly opened her eyes, her resentment still lingering, but now tinged with a hint of fear that even she herself didn't realize.
She stared intently at Xuandu, her voice hoarse as if sandpaper were being rubbed together:
"What you have done today... the Dao Ancestor will not stand idly by... Heavenly Dao will not tolerate you!"
"When the Dao Ancestor descends... you will surely suffer Heavenly Punishment!"
Upon hearing this, Xuandu's lips slowly curled into a mocking smile.
" Dao Ancestor?"
He raised his eyes and gazed Thirty-Three Heavens Outside, his gaze piercing through layers of Heavenly Domain, landing on that unknowable place:
"If he really wanted to stop me, he should have made his move a hundred years ago when I Establish Martial Dao."
"When I attained the Hunyuan, the Great Dao Judgment, but he did not appear."
"Now... do you really think he would still oppose me for your sake, you crippled Holy Mother?"
After a pause, Xuandu's voice turned cold:
"Moreover... do you think the Dao Ancestor is unaware of your actions?"
"Do you really think the Dao Ancestor... would care about a Sage who has lost the Human Race Fortune and severed his Dao Path?"
Every word was piercing to the heart.
Nuwa's face turned completely pale.
She suddenly recalled the indifferent and ruthless gaze of Dao Ancestor Hongjun in the Purple Heaven Palace a hundred years ago.
That gaze seemed to have seen through everything, yet it also seemed indifferent to everything.
yes.
The Dao Ancestor merged with the Heavenly Dao, took charge of the Great Wilderness Order, and only saw the grand trend and balance.
Nuwa was merely one of the Heavenly Dao Sage, a pawn in maintaining the balance of the Mystic Gate ).
If she still has value, the Dao Ancestor might step in to protect her.
But now... her Saint Foundation is damaged, her fortune is lost, she no longer has any control over the Human Race, and she is no longer of much value to the Mystic Gate.
Will the Dao Ancestor... still stand up for her?
For the first time, a clear sense of... despair arose in Nuwa's heart.
She slowly turned her head and looked at Fuxi was standing silently to the side.
Her Elder Brother, with whom she Bloodline Connection and had been by her side for countless eons, stood quietly behind Xuandu, his moon-white robe swaying gently in the wind, his face calm, his eyes clear and undisturbed.
It was as if her tragic state, that of this Sage, had nothing to do with him.
" Elder Brother..."
Nuwa's voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of pleading that she herself didn't even realize:
"Are you really going to stand by and watch your sister 'Dao Path end?"
Fuxi slowly raised his eyes and looked at Nuwa, his gaze calm and undisturbed.
" Your Empress, you chose this path yourself."
" Fuxi has advised you many times in the past not to interfere too much in the Human Race Karma, and not to treat the Human Race as a pawn."
"But you... never listened."
He paused, his voice turning deep:
"The results of today are all the result of past causes."
" Fuxi... is powerless to help."
Nuwa's delicate body trembled violently, and the last glimmer of hope in her eyes was completely extinguished.
She slowly closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, mingling with the purple-gold holy blood, burning out a poignant and beautiful light in the void.
She knew.
I... have completely lost.
He lost to Xuandu, he lost to the Human Race, he lost to... his own arrogant and indifferent Sage mentality.
"Never mind..."
Nuwa murmured softly, her voice filled with weariness and desolation:
"I will remember this humiliation I have suffered today."
She slowly turned around, and the Seven-Colored Rosy Clouds reappeared, but it had dimmed like a candle flickering in the wind.
With a flicker, he transformed into a streak of light and staggered toward the Wa Huang Palace Outside Thirty-Three Heavens.