Fuxi Was No Longer the Xi Sovereign, Leaving the Heavenly Court

Seeing the conflict in Nuwa's eyes, he already had his answer.

He did not ask further. Closing his eyes, he continued comprehending the Great Dao with the aid of the Jade Disc of Creation.

Within this tiny jade disc, there was only one Great Dao contained within it: the sword.

Lu Chen guessed that when Hongjun had given him this jade disc, he had probably intended for Lu Chen to pass it on to Tongtian.

Though he could not understand why Hongjun would do such a thing, how could he refuse benefits delivered right to his door?

Now, relying on the Jade Disc of Creation, Lu Chen had also knocked open the gates of the Sword Dao.

After a thousand years of comprehension, aided by the Jade Disc of Creation, Lu Chen's understanding of the Sword Dao had reached half an attainment.

Seeing Lu Chen enter a state of cultivation, Nuwa knew he clearly did not wish to hear her answer.

For some reason, a breath of anger ran wild in her heart.

Her mood, which had only just improved slightly, instantly turned ugly again.

"Hmph!"

Nuwa did not interrupt Lu Chen's cultivation. With a soft snort, she left the thatched cottage.

The moment Nuwa returned to the Wa Sovereign Palace, she sensed two familiar auras outside her dojo.

"Dijun, Elder Brother, what have you come to see me for?"

Nuwa lifted the restrictions around the dojo and allowed Dijun and Fuxi inside.

Fuxi, standing behind Dijun, spoke.

"It is like this, Little Sister. The Human Race you created is still in its infancy, and its development will inevitably encounter all kinds of obstacles. You are the Demon Race's Wa Sovereign. Since the Human Race was created by you and is also the primate of the Primordial World, it is likewise a part of our Demon Race. Thus, if you agree, the Human Race may be brought under our command and share in the Demon Race's destiny. Its future development will also proceed more smoothly."

Hearing Fuxi's words, Nuwa's brows rose slightly. She looked at Dijun, and her gaze deepened.

The beads of that abacus were practically about to bounce into her face. He had not come sooner or later, but the very moment Gu Chen had stirred up trouble, he had come calling without even a moment's delay—and had even brought her elder brother along.

As for this scheme, one could guess it with the toes of jade-smooth, pearl-round feet. It was certainly Dijun's calculation: he wanted to trap a white wolf with empty hands and swallow the entire Human Race without shedding a drop of blood.

He had even gone out of his way to persuade her elder brother, intending to play the sentiment card.

Lu Chen had only just asked her about it, and they had already come knocking.

Could it be that Lu Chen had left no calculation unmade and had already anticipated that Dijun would set his sights on the Human Race? Was that why he had deliberately asked her?

She had indeed been torn over which side to support, but now, she thought, she had made up her mind.

"Humans are humans, demons are demons. How can humans and demons be lumped together? Moreover, the Human Race was created by me and honors me as its Holy Mother. Naturally, it is under my protection. With me safeguarding it, why would it need the Demon Race?"

Nuwa did not look at Fuxi. Her eyes were fixed directly on Dijun as she spoke in a deep voice.

"Yes. Since they have a Sage's protection, they naturally have no need for our Demon Race. Our Demon Race has overstepped in this matter."

Feeling the immense pressure upon him, Dijun nearly ground his back teeth to pieces. He forced those words out through clenched teeth.

He had thought that having Fuxi speak would yield twice the result with half the effort, but why did it feel as though he had lifted a stone only to smash his own foot? It seemed he had achieved half the result with twice the effort.

Seeing Nuwa act this way, Fuxi opened his mouth, then closed it again. When a ruler was humiliated, his minister would die.

Though he felt Nuwa had acted somewhat too forcefully, Nuwa was now first a Sage, and only afterward his younger sister.

Nuwa could take the initiative to call him Elder Brother, but he could no longer speak to her as he once had, in the capacity of an elder brother.

"Since the Sage is unwilling, the two of us shall take our leave first."

With his proposal rejected, Dijun naturally had no reason to remain in the Wa Sovereign Palace. After cupping his hands in salute, he prepared to leave.

"Wait."

Dijun turned back, thinking Nuwa had changed her mind. Instead, he heard words that nearly tore his mind and spirit apart.

"From this day onward, Fuxi shall leave the Demon Race and shall no longer be the Demon Race's Xi Sovereign!"

"This..."

After saying this, Nuwa used great divine power to restrain Fuxi, rendering him unable to move or speak.

Dijun looked toward Fuxi. Seeing that Fuxi would not even look at him, he turned around with a smile and cupped his hands in salute.

"Dijun shall obey the Sage's decree.

"Heavenly Dao above, Fuxi is no longer a member of the Demon Race, nor is he any longer the Demon Race's Xi Sovereign!"

As his words fell, Dijun felt the destiny belonging to Fuxi separate and drain away from the Demon Race's destiny. His heart ached terribly, yet he did not dare show it.

Fuxi also sensed the change in his own destiny. Though unable to speak or move, the fury in his eyes burned fiercely. If it were made tangible, it seemed it could set the Wa Sovereign Palace ablaze.

At this moment, if Fuxi sat down to comprehend the Dao of Fire, he would surely achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Dijun departed, and Nuwa did not try to keep him. She also pretended not to see Fuxi's gaze.

Once Dijun had left, Nuwa released her restraint on Fuxi.

"Why did you force me to leave the Demon Race!!!"

Fuxi furiously questioned Nuwa.

"You are proficient in divination. Can you not calculate your own future and fate?"

"This..."

Fuxi fell silent.

Naturally, he could calculate it. But this was his path. Even if ten deaths and no life awaited him ahead, he would still charge forward without hesitation.

To gamble on that wisp of an illusory chance.

My affairs are none of your concern.

That heartless sentence flashed through Fuxi's mind, but he did not say it aloud.

Because Nuwa's intentions had also been for his own good.

And even if he returned to the Heavenly Court now, Dijun might overlook their past grievances and accept him again.

Yet Dijun would ultimately take Nuwa's attitude into account, and a rift would arise between them.

Spilled water could not be gathered again. He could no longer return to the Heavenly Court.

"Sigh!"

Fuxi let out a long sigh, his face filled with desolation and confusion.

With the road ahead already known to be severed, where should his future go from here?

Should he spend the rest of his life safely beneath his younger sister's protection?

"Elder Brother, you can go and take a look at the Human Race."

"The Human Race? Very well. I shall go see the new race you created."

Fuxi nodded.

"Little... Sage, I shall leave first, then."

"Mm."

Nuwa nodded. Watching Fuxi's departing figure, she let out a quiet sigh.

An indescribable barrier had also arisen between her and Fuxi. They were no longer as close as before.

Yet she did not regret it. Rather than stand by and watch Fuxi's body perish and Dao fall, even if there was a barrier between brother and sister, she would accept it.

It was still better than being separated by life and death. Barriers would one day dissolve, but once a person had died, there was no turning back—not even for a Sage.

"Hngh!"

Nuwa let out a muffled groan. Her aura suddenly plummeted, and a drop of golden blood radiating divine splendor flowed from the corner of her lips and fell upon the jade throne, spreading across it.

In the Heavenly Dao's calculations, Fuxi's death was a settled conclusion. Nuwa had openly and forcibly pulled Fuxi out of the tribulation, so she naturally could not escape the Heavenly Dao's punishment.

"Could fate truly not be changed?"

Nuwa sat upon the jade chair, her gaze passing through the chaos and settling upon that departing figure...

By the shores of the East Sea, men, women, and children sat upon the ground, their chests rising and falling in a rhythm that faintly accorded with some law.

With every breath, they drew spiritual energy into their bodies and exhaled mortal air.

An elderly man with white hair, riding a green ox, slowly approached.

"Using spiritual energy to temper one's own qi and blood and strengthen the physical body—this Human Race Martial Dao is somewhat similar to the Witch Clan's path of tempering the body with Killing Intent."

A divine light flashed through the old man's eyes. After observing for a while, he saw through its principles.

"I should go meet that Martial Ancestor."