Nüwa was indifferent by nature. Aside from her deep commitment to comprehending the Great Dao, she cared little about anything else.
If that day truly came...
Could he count on Nüwa to protect the survivors of the Demon Race?
Fuxi had no confidence whatsoever.
And more importantly!
You still hold my sister's opportunity to attain the Dao in your hands, Daochen!
Now you're telling me my sister is a heaven-ordained Sage? Doesn't your conscience hurt when you say that???
Yet when Fuxi looked at Daochen with a face full of resentment, he discovered that Daochen had not even spared him a glance.
Oh, how that infuriated Fuxi!
He wanted nothing more than to grab a stool and crack Daochen over the head a couple of times.
Only now did he finally understand why Nüwa always seemed like a different person when she returned from meeting Daochen.
With an attitude like that, anyone would want to kill him!!!
"Fellow Daoist, you needn't worry too much about this. Things haven't reached that point yet, after all. Perhaps there will still be a turn for the better?"
Daochen spoke with a smile.
"Let's hope it's as you say, Fellow Daoist!"
Fuxi replied distractedly.
Mount Buzhou.
Over the past hundred years, the Greater Demons of the Demon Race had all but stopped showing themselves in the Primordial World. Meanwhile, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had drawn people from the nine remaining tribes to rebuild the Dijiang, Qiangliang, and Shebishi tribes.
Everything in the Witch Clan could now be said to be back on track.
"Everyone, are you ready yet? If you don't get moving, I'll go meet those Three Pure Ones myself."
His injuries fully healed and his strength greatly increased, Goumang looked toward Mount Kunlun with excitement written across his face.
"You?"
Xuanming