The Black-Hearted Nüwa

Chen Yu and Fuxi sat facing each other atop a small hill, paying no heed whatsoever to the Three Pure Ones surrounding them.

"Brat, we finally meet again. I've missed you dearly all these years!" Yuanshi said through gritted teeth upon seeing the culprit who had robbed him back then.

Whenever he recalled the Origin Source that had been stolen from him, he wanted nothing more than to skin Chen Yu alive and devour him.

As he spoke, he spread his Divine Sense through the surrounding area. He had no intention of stumbling in the same place twice.

Chen Yu gave Yuanshi a faint glance. Noticing Yuanshi's little precautions, as well as Tongtian, who was being held back by Yuanshi despite wanting to make a move, he could not help but smile.

"The Ancestral Witches aren't here right now, so there's no need for such caution. If you want to fight, come at me."

Yuanshi snorted coldly and sneered. "If Nüwa weren't preaching right now, do you think you'd still be sitting here safe and sound?"

With that, he pulled Tongtian a little farther away from Chen Yu. If Tongtian lost his patience and rashly charged in, disrupting Nüwa's sermon would be disastrous.

Chen Yu was not worried about his own safety. He glanced at Laozi and smiled. "I didn't expect you Three Pure Ones to still be together. I thought you'd have split up long ago."

"Split up? Why does the Great Emperor say that? We Three Pure Ones are Pangu's legitimate lineage. How could we possibly split up?" Fuxi asked from the side, feigning curiosity.

Great Emperor?

Fuxi's form of address for Chen Yu stunned the Three Pure Ones. After a brief pause, they began calculating, trying to determine what "Great Emperor" meant.

Just then, two streaks of