Nuwa's Enlightenment, Duke of the East's Death?

Nuwa and Fuxi were traveling around Mount Buzhou. After seeing everything around them, Fuxi seemed to have seen enough of the scenery and couldn't help but ask a question.

Not long ago, he heard his sister say that she was about to become a saint. Fuxi thought it was really coming soon. But after arriving at Mount Buzhou, his sister started doing things aimlessly again, and he didn't know what she was up to.

It was all for nothing.

Please refrain from making statements about things you're unsure about in the future.

"My path to sainthood lies in the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, the primordial Nine Heavens Soil the Innate Gourd Vine of yesteryear. Perhaps by coming here I can learn how to achieve sainthood."

Nuwa spoke solemnly, strolling to where the Gourd Vine had once stood. Now it was completely empty, even the soil had been dug away, but Nuwa just stared at it blankly, as if the Innate Gourd Vine was still planted there perfectly intact.

Fuxi nodded and said calmly, "You previously used merit to sever your corpse; the opportunity to become a saint must also have been through merit."

"How much merit would it take for you to become a saint?"

Nuwa nodded gently and said, "I know that, but I don't know how to obtain the merit to become a saint."

"The key to becoming a saint lies in the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil. I can't exactly ask you to conjure up an Innate Gourd Vine and plant it back there, can I?"

Fuxi said jokingly, making a bold suggestion.

"No, but it's related to the Innate Gourd Vine," Nuwa replied earnestly, her brows furrowed.

Disturbed and confused, she gazed at the vast, desolate land.

The scene was one of utter devastation. The Witch Tribe of Mount Buzhou was in ruins, and the creatures that had once been oppressed by the Witch Clan began to fight back.

In an instant, countless lives were lost and endless conflicts arose.

"The Witch Clan has fallen to its current state thanks to Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao."

"However... it's a real pity. If Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao hadn't died, he would have already become a saint, and perhaps you could have received guidance from him."

When Fuxi saw Nuwa gazing at the Witch Tribe, it reminded him of many things, and he lamented Ling Xiao's fate.

Upon hearing this, Nuwa withdrew her gaze and said in a low voice, "Perhaps Ling Xiao did not perish."

He fell silent after just one sentence.

Fuxi shrugged and saw that the fighting on the earth was still going on, and the Witch Clan was everywhere. Even without the Twelve Ancestral Witches, they were still stubborn.

They're either fighting, or on their way to fighting.

"This Witch Clan knows nothing but fighting all day long, they are bloodthirsty and cause widespread suffering."

"Ever since the Witch Clan became powerful, the number of living beings in the Primordial World has been decreasing."

Fuxi said helplessly.

What was said without malice was taken seriously by the listener; upon hearing this, a strange expression flickered across Nuwa's calm, jade-like face.

Just a moment ago, the Primordial Violet Qi stirred again, issuing guidance.

The Primordial Violet Qi is hailed as the foundation for achieving sainthood, and its guidance is infallible.

What did Fuxi mean by what he just said? The number of living beings in the Primordial World is dwindling, and the Witch Clan is warlike and bloodthirsty...

Nuwa deduced the secrets of heaven and focused her mind to comprehend the meaning conveyed by the Primordial Violet Qi. After a short while, she finally understood.

"My opportunity to attain enlightenment is actually to create a new race?"

"In order to restore vitality to the Primordial Land, to ensure a flourishing of life, to maintain order, and to promote harmony and balance?"

Although the creatures of the Primordial World today are exceptionally gifted, they reproduce slowly and cannot quickly establish themselves as a significant force. This is true for both the Witch Clan and the demon clan.

After such a calamity and the loss of life, recovery is extremely difficult.

Nuwa's thoughts became increasingly clear, an unstoppable feeling arose within her, and the opportunity to become a saint became increasingly apparent.

He already knew that his achievement of sainthood would result in the creation of a completely new race to fill the void of life in the Primordial World.

But the question is, what race should she create?

Nuwa frowned again and told Fuxi about her idea. After listening, Fuxi tentatively asked:

"Create some demons?"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa immediately objected, saying, "No!"

Asking is pointless.

Immediately, she took a step and left Mount Buzhou, wandering across the Primordial Land.

She already knew the method to achieve sainthood; only the final step remained: creating a new race.

Nuwa needed to consult with all the creatures of the Primordial World to figure out how to create this race that would allow her to become a saint.

Meanwhile, in the Primordial World East Sea, on Purple Mansion Island.

"Minghe, you filthy thing, you still haven't given up and are still obsessed with the Primordial Violet Qi!" The Duke of the East, half of his body floating in the void, rebuked the blood-red figure in front of him.

"Heh, this was originally mine. You were lucky enough to get it. You don't even dare to confront me directly, you only dare to act like a dog relying on the power of a witch. It's already a great mercy that you've been allowed to live until now."

"Now that the Twelve Ancestral Witches are gone, let's see who can save you!"

Minghe sneered and shouted, the Yuantu Abi Twin Swords floating silently beside him, exuding a vast killing intent.

Duke of the East's gaze shifted slightly. The murderous aura emanating from the Minghe made him uneasy. He wondered where this filthy thing got such a strong murderous aura from.

He was never a match for Minghe to begin with, and now that he's lost half his body, there's no way he could possibly win.

On Purple Mansion Island today, the Immortal Court has collapsed and become a ruin, long ago destroyed by its enemies. The Queen Mother of the West has also left with the remaining immortals to establish her own sect.

Now, they don't even have any help.

In fact, even if the Queen Mother of the West were here, she wouldn't be able to help; she might even join forces with the Minghe to kill him.

Faced with the allure of the Primordial Violet Qi, no immortal could resist.

"Minghe, to tell you the truth, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, but I've already refined the Primordial Violet Qi and can't take it out anymore. I hope you can understand!"

The Duke of the East said sincerely that even in the face of such a crisis, he did not want to give away the Primordial Violet Qi for nothing.

"I understand!" Minghe roared, not believing Duke of the East's nonsense at all.

"Buzz!"

Yuantu Abi Twin Swords, Minghe, treading on Blood Lotus, charged forward, annihilating their enemies.

An overwhelming killing intent stirred up waves that stretched for miles, causing the entire Purple Mansion Island to tremble.

"Sizzle!"

Blood splattered in the void; in just one exchange, the Duke of the East was already wounded, the aura of death descended, and an unprecedented crisis loomed.

"Today, I will show you what despair truly means, to vent the hatred in my heart!"

Minghe laughed cruelly, and inexplicably felt a sense of comfort.

The Eastern King's Palace was indeed in despair. The Minghe was determined to kill him; it not only wanted the Primordial Violet Qi, but also wanted him dead.

Dead end!

At that moment, a woman bathed in nine-colored light slowly approached.

Nuwa?

The Duke of the East was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, I have a wisp of Primordial Violet Qi here, which I wish to bestow upon you. Please, fellow Daoist, save my life!"

Minghe's expression also turned serious, and he became wary.

But to their surprise, Nuwa seemed to have lost her focus, vanishing in an instant, her figure disappearing into the horizon as if she hadn't noticed them at all.

"This..." Duke of the East stared blankly in the direction Nuwa had left.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

"Duke of the East, accept your fate!"

Minghe laughed loudly, unleashing his full power in a tremendous battle, ultimately shattering half of the Duke of the East's body.

A purple aura tried to escape, but he caught it in his hand.

"The Primordial Violet Qi is finally in my hands..."

Minghe looked at the Primordial Violet Qi in his hand and revealed a satisfied smile, but the smile quickly turned into doubt.

"It seems like a section of the Primordial Violet Qi is missing?"

Where did your other half go?