Nuwa's Resolve

Eastern Primordial World.

The battle between the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones had taken a turn. Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian knew they could gain no advantage, and were already preparing to slip away.

They fought as they retreated. The Twelve Ancestral Witches were murderous, shattering the void as they pursued close behind.

"Three Pure Ones! Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will never let you off!"

Dijiang roared furiously. The battle had roused their bloodlust, and they had no intention of sparing the Three Pure Ones. They wanted to eliminate any future trouble.

Compared with the last time, the Three Pure Ones were much stronger as a whole. The Ancestral Witches could no longer crush them at will. Dijiang had a feeling that if they failed to kill the Three Pure Ones this time, they would become an even greater nuisance in the future.

"You shameless bastards! Dare to face me head-on?" Thunder Ancestral Witch Qiangliang roared. Rolling thunder swept across the land, reaching every corner.

"You half-formed brute! One-on-one, I could beat you to ashes!" Yuanshi said arrogantly, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Rumble..."

The pursuit had long since carried them beyond Mount Buzhou. The battle raged on, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches were unwavering in their determination to kill the Three Pure Ones. They had no intention of stopping.

Not long after they left Mount Buzhou, Baize quietly slipped into the Buzhou Mountain Range with Jiuying.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, Fellow Daoist Fuxi, long time no see!"

Baize saw the siblings, Nuwa and Fuxi, and immediately clasped his hands in greeting, smiling warmly.

"Fellow Daoist Baize, have you come today because of the Ten Thousand Races?"

Nuwa said with a faint smile. She naturally knew why Baize had come; he certainly hadn't come to reminisce or discuss the Dao.

"Good news, good news! Not long ago, I persuaded Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, and he agreed to join us!" Baize said bluntly, getting straight to the point.

He hadn't yet told Nuwa that Kunpeng would be joining them.

"Kunpeng?" Nuwa furrowed her brows slightly, a knowing smile playing at the corner of her mouth. "Fellow Daoist Baize, you really have a way with people. You even managed to persuade Kunpeng."

"But if Kunpeng joins us, which of us will lead—the two of us or Kunpeng?"

Kunpeng was ruthless and full of schemes. He would hardly be willing to take orders from someone else. Even if he agreed on the surface, he was probably plotting something in his heart.

Baize had gone ahead and done it first, bringing Kunpeng into the fold without her consent.

Nuwa was displeased. Her phoenix eyes gleamed with authority as she stared straight at Baize, waiting for him to explain.

"Of course, Fellow Daoist Nuwa will lead. I've already settled that with Kunpeng."

Baize smiled as he explained. He hadn't considered the matter as deeply as Nuwa had. He only knew that the Ten Thousand Races needed powerful beings to protect them. Kunpeng might be a little unruly, but there was no question that he was powerful.

"Very well, then." Nuwa paused and said no more.

Listening to the Dao at the Purple Heaven Palace had allowed her to glimpse a sliver of heavenly insight. For example, Hongjun intended to establish the Heavenly Court to maintain order in the Primordial World.

In some ways, that was much like uniting the Ten Thousand Races.

Even the titles of Head of Male Immortals and Head of Female Immortals existed to maintain order in the Primordial World. That showed just how important this was.

"This may be a great opportunity!"

That was what Nuwa thought. So she wasn't angry at Baize for taking matters into his own hands. Instead, she was even more eager to unite the Ten Thousand Races.

Kunpeng had probably caught a whiff of this heavenly insight as well. That was why he had agreed to join Baize.

Otherwise, with Kunpeng's temperament, why would he go out of his way to do something so thankless?

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches are currently dealing with the Three Pure Ones. This is a golden opportunity for us. We should use this time to unite the Ten Thousand Races!"

Baize continued, his eyes bright and blazing with the light of wisdom.

He was a naturally auspicious beast, capable of foreseeing good and ill fortune. If the heavenly secrets hadn't been in turmoil lately, he would have been able to sense even more.

So, according to his present instincts, this was the best time.

"Fellow Daoist Baize, isn't this too hasty? We haven't become Quasi-Sages yet. If the Ancestral Witches come knocking, won't we be doomed?"

Fuxi spoke slowly, his expression grave. He didn't think this was a good opportunity at all.

In his view, they needed to become Quasi-Sages first. Only then would they have room to maneuver.

Nuwa had thought the same way before.

"Come on! What's there to be afraid of? We aren't Quasi-Sages, yet we're still alive and well, aren't we? Those Ancestral Witches are just a bunch of brutes. If you want to hide, they can't do a thing about it."

At that moment, Jiuying spoke up, casual and unconcerned. They had been going back and forth with the Ancestral Witches for so long, and they were still alive and well.

"Hide?"

Nuwa and Fuxi exchanged strange looks. Was the point of uniting the Ten Thousand Races to hide? How was that any different from what they were doing now?

They might as well all hide and do nothing.

You don't come looking for me, and I won't provoke you.

"Ahem!" Baize tugged at Jiuying, signaling him to stop talking nonsense.

Still, he was much better than Jimeng!

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, Fellow Daoist Fuxi, may I ask when you'll be able to sever your corpses?"

Baize asked solemnly.

"At least a thousand years." Nuwa paused, then replied with a grave expression.

Baize fell silent for a moment. "Then we have enough time. I'll make all the necessary preparations for the Ten Thousand Races within the next thousand years."

"By then, once Fellow Daoist Nuwa breaks through, everything will fall into place."

He was highly capable. Handling these tedious matters would be a piece of cake for him.

"By the way, have you ever been to the Sun Star?" Nuwa asked suddenly, her eyes flickering.

"No." Baize shook his head immediately, without a moment's hesitation.

"Since I've asked Fellow Daoist Nuwa to step forward, I certainly won't approach the Three Crows as well."

Nuwa didn't reply. Instead, she gazed at the Sun Star, lost in thought.

To this day, she still didn't quite understand why Ling Xiao had sent Baize to seek her out.

"Fellow Daoist Ling Xiao has probably already become a Quasi-Sage. If you can persuade him to join us, perhaps we really could stand against the Witch Clan."

Nuwa drew her gaze back and said with a faint smile.

At that, Baize gave a bitter smile. "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, let's not bother."

"They weren't even willing to establish the Heavenly Court. Why would they join us in ruling the Ten Thousand Races?"

"That's a shame." Nuwa nodded. She knew herself that this idea was unlikely to come true.

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiuying picked up where she left off:

"There's nothing to be sorry about. Fellow Daoist Kunpeng will break through to Quasi-Sage before long. Then we'll have a Quasi-Sage to rely on, and even if—"

He didn't finish. He'd felt an unfriendly gaze coming from beside him, and immediately grew displeased.

"Baize, why are you looking at me like that?"

By now, Nuwa's expression had darkened. "Baize, if Kunpeng is about to break through to Quasi-Sage, why didn't you tell me?"

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, don't read too much into it. I just didn't want you to feel pressured. I truly had no other motive."

Baize gave an awkward laugh as he explained. That really was what he'd been thinking, but whether Nuwa believed him was up to her.

He glanced at Jiuying and cursed inwardly.

A bunch of useless teammates!

They had no sense of the situation at all. They never knew when to say what.