That wisp of mysterious yellow qi lingered around Nuwa's fingertip, slowly dissipating.
Laozi's and Yuanshi's hearts plunged into a bottomless abyss.
Their bodies went rigid, utterly motionless.
Only endless roaring and horror remained in their minds.
Exposed!
Completely and utterly exposed!
The methods they had thought hidden from gods and ghosts alike had proved so pitifully vulnerable before Nuwa.
She did not even need to lift a hand.
A single thought was enough.
With that alone, she could forcibly strip the wisps of stolen human fortune back out of the Human Sect Stele, which they had activated at the cost of boundless effort and saint power!
What terrifying authority!
What an overbearing method!
The Holy Mother of the Human Race!
Was this the terror of the Holy Mother of the Human Race-or rather, of the one who wielded the authority of the Human Dao?
Before her, any scheme against the humans had nowhere to hide.
Any method of stealing human fortune was nothing but a joke!
At that moment, Laozi and Yuanshi felt an unprecedented humiliation.
What exalted figures were they?
Heirs of the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, Profound Gate Sages!
They were the loftiest, most supreme beings in the Primordial World.
Yet now.
Nuwa alone had blocked the entrance to their own sacred grounds and exposed their plot before everyone.
It felt as though they were two petty thieves caught stealing chickens and dogs, seized red-handed by the owner with the stolen goods still on them!
Their dignity!
Gone without a trace!
Meanwhile.
Beyond Kunlun Mountain, across the myriad realms of the Primordial World.
Within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles.
Countless mighty experts, concealed deep in the void or within their own sacred grounds and cave abodes, had long since cast their divine senses toward this