The ripples of the earlier battle had yet to fully subside between heaven and earth.
Countless mighty experts discussed it in their respective sanctums, their words filled with indescribable wonder and shock.
Saint Nuwa's strength was simply too terrifying.
Daoist Jieyin, one of the Two Sages of the West, was a veteran Sage whose strength all living beings considered unfathomable.
Even so, he had still been forced to flee in disgrace before Nuwa, even abandoning a Sage's dignity to admit defeat before all living beings of the Primordial World.
Nothing like this had happened since heaven and earth were first created!
Of course, everyone knew perfectly well that the Interception Sect's Wine Sword Immortal, Gu Changqing, deserved a great deal of credit for this.
In short, no one doubted that the Interception Sect's side had now completely overshadowed the might of the Profound Gate.
After this incident, even those lofty Profound Gate Sages would probably have to keep a low profile and retreat into seclusion.
The balance of power in the Primordial World had quietly changed.
And at that very moment...
Golden Ao Island, the eye of the storm, was tranquil and peaceful.
Gu Changqing and Nuwa had already returned.
At the cliff before Biyou Palace, a sea of clouds churned beneath countless rays of rosy light.
Nuwa stood gracefully at the cliff's edge, yet a trace of indignation that would not fade lingered on her peerlessly beautiful face.
She still could not let go of what had happened earlier.
"Hmph, that shameless Jieyin was lucky this time!"
Her cool voice carried unmistakable resentment, seemingly lowering the temperature of the surrounding air.
A single thought from a Sage could change the colors of heaven and earth.
Had she not restrained herself with all her might, the sky above Golden Ao