"Phew... can I finally catch a break?"
Nuwa swept toward the Primordial Desolation world to complete the task of mending the heavens. Sage Zhunti let out a long breath, instantly feeling a tremendous weight lift from his shoulders!
Damn it, that crazy bitch Nuwa had been chasing him for who knew how many episodes!?
She had finally left!
Afterward, Zhunti could not help but look over.
Nuwa was already standing beneath that fluctuating hole in the heavens.
A brilliant glint flashed in Zhunti's eyes, and he began to feel envious.
After all, mending the heavens could earn immense merit. Even Saints coveted it!
However...
Sage Zhunti was talking without knowing the pain of it.
Only Nuwa, standing in the midst of it all, could truly understand the burden and difficulty of mending the heavens.
"The Heavenly Pillar has collapsed, and the clear and turbid qi are in chaos. Heaven and earth are closing in again, with the sky collapsing and the earth cracking at every moment. We must first patch the hole in the heavens, then find a way to support the firmament. Otherwise... the consequences will be unthinkable!"
Nuwa raised her slender, jade-like neck. Her beautiful face was incomparably grave as she spoke heavily.
She dared not delay for even a moment. She immediately brought out the Qiankun Cauldron and began refining the five-colored material, preparing to mend the heavens.
Two flowers bloomed, each on its own branch.
Elsewhere.
Though the fate of the demon race had already been decided, the witch race's situation remained dire. They had forged countless blood feuds with all living beings of the heavens and displayed an attitude of fighting to the death.
After sending Nuwa to mend the heavens, Hongjun's true body descended upon the chaotic starry sky and promptly halted the melee—