Hongjun looked at the phantom and spoke slowly:
"Nuwa."
The two words fell, like Heavenly Dao order.
The shadow trembled slightly, as if it sensed something.
But she didn't open her eyes.
No response.
Just quietly suspended in the origin of Heavenly Dao, letting the endless power reshape her True Spirit, reshape her Saint Body, and reshape her Dao Fruit.
Hongjun Take your palm back.
He stood in the void with his hands behind his hands, looking at the sleeping origin, his eyes as deep as an abyss.
Normally Heavenly Dao Sage is resurrected and requires several yuan sessions.
Nuwa Saint Foundation was completely destroyed, True Spirit collapsed, Saint Body shattered, and the injuries were heavier than any Sage.
Without the help of External Force, even ten yuanhui may not be able to wake up.
But he couldn't wait for ten yuan meetings.
He wants to lay out Next Kalpa in advance.
Three Sects Signing, Investiture of the Gods List are out.
Jie Sect's Fortune is at its peak, Myriad Immortals Come to Court, and Chaos Bell suppresses luck.
Chan Sect is weak, Yuanshi Saint Foundation is damaged, and Pangu Banner is taken away.
Human Sect has been abolished, Laozi's realm has plummeted, and although Taiji Diagram is here, there is no luck to control it.
Western Sect's luck is declining, Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit is taken away, and Jieyin Zhunti cannot protect himself.
The four religions are out of balance, Heavenly Dao's Predetermined Number How to maintain it?
Investiture of the Gods Great Tribulation, How to proceed?
Only the return of Nuwa can check and balance Interception Sect among Next Kalpa.
Only the return of Nuwa can get Heavenly Dao's Predetermined Number back on track.
Hongjun's eyes narrowed.
He raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, a brilliant golden light beam exploded!
The beam of light fell straight into the depths of Heavenly Dao, falling into the sleeping origin!
Heavenly Dao origin!
He is using the origin of Heavenly Dao to accelerate the resurrection of Nuwa!
"Boom!"
Nuwa origin is violently trembling!
The tremors were so strong that the entire Purple Heaven Palace shook slightly!
That illusory figure becomes more and more solid!
That blurry face is getting clearer and clearer!
That erratic figure is becoming more and more stable!
One breath.
Ten breaths.
Hundreds of breaths.
Nuwa's origin is becoming more and more solid.
The shadow became increasingly clear.
Finally.
"Buzz!"
A low humming sound sounded from the depths of Heavenly Dao.
The buzzing sound is very light, but like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, it vibrates Purple Heaven Palace.
Nuwa's origin suddenly disappeared.
The halo of Chaos Color slowly faded away.
A figure slowly descended from Heavenly Dao.
She has a beautiful face and a slim figure. Although her aura is weak, she already has the foundation of Sage.
Nuwa.
She slowly opened her eyes.
There was a blank look in those eyes at first.
Immediately, there was shock.
It's unbelievable.
It is the joy of surviving the disaster.
She lowered her head and looked at her hands.
Look at the reshaped Saint Body, look at the reunited True Spirit, look at the return to the origin.
She raised her eyes and looked at Grey Clad Figure, who was standing in the void with his hands behind his back.
"Teacher..."
Nuwa spoke, his voice hoarse and trembling.
Hongjun looked at her, his eyes as calm as water.
"Are you awake?"
When the two words fall, there is no sadness or joy, no anger or power.
Nuwa stared at him blankly, at that ancient face, and at those indifferent eyes.
Indescribable emotions surged in my heart.
She remembers.
Remember over Buzhou Mountain, That Green Clad Figure.
I remember the punch that shattered her Saint Body.
Remember the broken Creation Divine Stone.
Remember that desperate scream.
She fell.
"Teacher..."
Nuwa opened his mouth, his voice trembling:
"Disciple... after the disciple died, was the teacher the one who saved the disciple?"
Hongjun nodded slightly:
"You are Heavenly Dao Sage, True Spirit Entrust to Heavenly Dao."
"After the fall, True Spirit will not be destroyed, and its origin will still exist."
"I use Heavenly Dao Origin Power to reshape your Saint Body, reunite your True Spirit, and recast your Dao Fruit."
He paused and his eyes deepened slightly:
"From today on, you will stay in the Purple Heaven Palace and rest well."
"The day your cultivation level recovers will be the time when you return to Great Wilderness."
Nuwa was shocked when he heard this.
Return to Great Wilderness?
Can she return to Great Wilderness?
Can she return to that world?
Can she still... seek revenge from Xuandu?
Nuwa's eyes flashed with light.
In that light, there was hatred, murderous intent, and uncontrollable anger.
"Teacher!"
She spoke, her voice hoarse:
"Xuandu...Xuandu Him!"
Hongjun raised his hand to interrupt her.
"No need to say more."
His voice was calm, but with an unquestionable majesty:
"In the midst of calamities, everyone depends on his ability."
"You fell at the hands of Xuandu because your skills were inferior to others."
"You can't blame others."
Nuwa's voice paused.
She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out.
Skills are inferior to humans.
Those four words were like a huge burden, weighing on her heart.
Yes.
Skills are inferior to humans.
She was Heavenly Dao Sage, Wa Empress supreme, but she was killed with one punch by a junior who had not practiced for more than a hundred years.
This is not about inferior skills, what is it?
Nuwa slowly closed his eyes.
That beautiful face was full of unwillingness.
But among the unwillingness, what's more, there is powerlessness.
It is the powerlessness of having to accept fate.
Hongjun looked at her with calm eyes.
He naturally knows what Nuwa is thinking.
Thinking of revenge.
Thinking about Xuandu.
I'm thinking about the punch that shattered her Saint Body.
But so what?
Xuandu The trend has been established, and Interception Sect is at its peak.
Even when Nuwa was in its prime, it was not necessarily a rival.
What's more, now that she has just been resurrected, Saint Foundation has not been solidified and her cultivation has not been restored.
Revenge?
It's just a fool's dream.
"Nuwa."
Hongjun spoke slowly, with a calm voice:
"You can rest peacefully in the Purple Heaven Palace."
"Next Kalpa, Investiture of the Gods Will Begin."
"The day will come when you return to Great Wilderness."
Nuwa was shocked when he heard this.
Investiture of the Gods?
Next Kalpa?
She raised her eyes and looked at Hongjun, her eyes full of doubts.
Hongjun looked at her and spoke slowly:
"Heavenly Dao's Predetermined Number, when there is Investiture of the Gods Great Tribulation."
"Three Sects Signing, Investiture of the Gods List out."
"The person on the list, Investiture of the Gods, is a god and works for Heavenly Court."
"This is a fixed number and cannot be changed."
He paused and his eyes deepened slightly:
"Jie Sect's Fortune is at its peak, Myriad Immortals Come to Court, and Chaos Bell suppresses luck."
"How can such a grand occasion last forever?"
"Investiture of the Gods Great Tribulation is the doom of the Interception Sect."
"This is the fate of Xuandu."
Nuwa heard this, and his eyes suddenly brightened.
Investiture of the Gods Great Tribulation.
Interception Sect's doom.
Xuandu's doom.
She understands.
She finally understood.
The teacher resurrected her not for her to take revenge.
The purpose is to make her a chess piece of Heavenly Dao among Next Kalpa.
A chess piece to check and balance Interception Sect.
A chess piece to contain Xuandu.
A chess piece that maintains Heavenly Dao's Predetermined Number.
But she doesn't care.
As long as I can get revenge, what's the point of being a pawn?
As long as you can kill Xuandu, what's the point of being a chess piece?
As long as I can avenge my shame, what's the point of being a pawn?
"Teacher!"
Nuwa knelt down in the void and kowtowed heavily:
"Disciple is willing to kill Xuandu among Next Kalpa!"
Hongjun looked at her, his eyes as calm as water.
Under that calmness, there is a kind of understanding that penetrates everything.
Kill Xuandu?
Easier said than done.
But he didn't say anything.
Just nodded slightly:
"Good."
One word fell, no more words.
He turned around and took a step forward.
That Grey Clad Figure slowly sank into the depths of the Purple Heaven Palace.
Nuwa is independent in the void, looking at the disappearing figure and the empty Purple Heaven Palace.
Slowly clench your hands.
There was a wave of hatred in those eyes.
"Xuandu..."
She murmured softly:
"You wait."
"Next Kalpa, is your death date."