Time flew.
Another three years passed.
After those three years, Xu Zhaoting was twenty-two.
At twenty-two, with the cultivation of a high golden witch, he was unquestionably a genius among geniuses.
Meanwhile.
In the Heavenly Realm, Di Jun was overjoyed, his old heart filled with comfort. All ten of his sons had entered the Golden Demon Realm.
From that day onward, his sons could patrol the heavens. They would take turns serving as suns, standing watch-a form of training in itself.
Before that, however, he needed the living beings of heaven and earth to meet them and know that they were all his sons.
After much thought, Di Jun decided to hold a Heaven-Earth Contest for those in the Golden Immortal Realm. The Heavenly Realm and the Earthly Realm would each send ten thousand outstanding experts at that level into Nuwa's Mountains and Rivers State-Society Map to compete.
He planned to visit Nuwa personally and ask her to serve as witness.
As Nuwa was an innate deity and an innate sacred being, the Demon Race had always wanted her to become a Saint of their race.
After all, although the Demon Race possessed the Heavenly Stellar Dipper Formation, they never felt secure without a Saint presiding over them.
Unfortunately, Nuwa had never been particularly fond of the Demon Race. The main reason was that she had used her Fortune Divine Ability to mold people from clay, creating a new race, the Human Race. Humans lived in the Earthly Realm, never knowing in the morning whether they would survive until evening, and the Demon Race killed more of them each year than anyone else.
Under those circumstances, how could Nuwa, the sacred mother of humanity, be happy? How could she show the Demon Race a friendly face?
Yet the Demon Race