Daoist Lu Ya froze.
He truly never would have imagined that Tongtian wanted him to join the Interception Sect.
After all, he called himself an unaffiliated cultivator of West Kunlun. He cared nothing for the struggles between these great sects, and over the years, he had rarely even visited Nuwa Palace.
Although Nuwa was the Sage of the Demon Race, she had offered no help when the Demon Race had been in such dire straits.
Never mind saving the Demon Race-she had not even been willing to preserve his parents' lives.
Those things had long since broken his heart.
After all, Nuwa was a Sage. Had she been willing to act, even Old Ancestor Hongjun would not have had much to say.
The war between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race had, after all, been an immeasurable calamity.
So long as the immeasurable calamity passed, it did not matter who won or who died.
Hadn't even Houtu of the Witch Clan, despite not being a Sage, ultimately seized the opportunity of transforming into the Six Paths of Reincarnation to save a great many Witch Clan experts? They now all lived in the Netherworld, even holding various official posts.
That went without saying for Great Emperor Tianqi Rensheng and Great Emperor Beiyin Fengdu.
Below them were the Five Ghost Emperors, the Six Heavenly Lords of Luofeng, and the Ten Hall Yama Kings, followed by the various judges, Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, and others-all experts of the Witch Clan from those days.
Houtu had transformed into Empress Pingxin, and despite falling short of Sagehood, she had protected so many members of the Witch Clan.
Yet Nuwa, a lofty Sage, could not even protect his parents?
But Lu Ya understood that no matter how furious he was, he could