Nüwa knelt directly. "Master, Nüwa is willing to bear this heavy responsibility in your place!"
Seeing his disciples' reactions, Hongjun Daozu's eyes flashed with a trace of gratification, but his expression remained resolute. "I am deeply moved by your devotion, but I am the most suitable person for this task. I understand the laws of the Heavenly Dao most deeply, and I have the greatest chance of succeeding."
Hearing this, Chu Yang was burning with anxiety. Hongjun Daozu was not only his master, but also the guardian of peace in the Primordial World. If they lost him, then even if they saved the cultivation civilization, the price would be far too heavy.
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Chu Yang's mind like lightning. It was an experience he had had while traveling to the Despair Abyss—Wutong Star!
"Wait! Master!" Chu Yang abruptly rose to his feet, his voice filled with urgency and excitement. "I have a new proposal!"
Everyone turned their eyes toward Chu Yang. Hongjun Daozu also stopped speaking and looked curiously at this disciple who had always been so composed.
"Yang'er, what do you have in mind?" Hongjun Daozu asked gently.
Chu Yang took a deep breath and organized his thoughts. "Master, I have a question. Why must we repair the Primordial World? Why can't we consider relocating somewhere else?"
The moment those words came out, the entire hall fell silent. Everyone stared at Chu Yang in shock, as though they had heard something utterly inconceivable.
"Relocate?" Tongtian Sect Leader asked doubtfully. "Yang'er, you mean..."
"I mean, since repairing the Primordial World requires such an enormous price, why don't we consider relocating the entire cultivation civilization to another suitable planet?" Chu Yang's voice grew increasingly firm. "When I was on my way to rescue Senior Progenitor in the Despair