"Fellow Daoist Di Jun, what brings you here?"
After helping Di Jun up, Nuwa spoke again.
"Reporting to Sage Nuwa, I came today to seek a way out for my Demon Clan. Houtu has become a saint, and the Witch and Demon Clans bear deep hatred for one another. My Demon Clan may face utter destruction. I beg Sage Nuwa, for the sake of our former bond as rulers of the Demon Clan, to save my people!"
As he spoke, Di Jun gave Nuwa a respectful bow.
Houtu's sainthood had plunged Di Jun's heart into despair. After all, she was a saint. With one saint added to the eleven Ancestral Witches eyeing them like tigers, the Demon Clan had no chance of victory no matter how he looked at it.
At present, Sage Nuwa was the Demon Clan's only hope.
It was precisely because of this that Di Jun, who had always resented Sage Nuwa for casting aside the Demon Clan after becoming a saint and had never sought an audience with her, had no choice but to come to Wa Huang Heaven to see her.
Nuwa casually waved her hand and lifted Di Jun up again. Even though he did not wish to rise, he could not resist that force and straightened up involuntarily.
Feeling the irresistible power before him, Di Jun secretly marveled.
Quasi-Saint and saint—only one word apart, yet worlds apart.
"You need not worry. Houtu cannot leave the underworld, nor will she interfere in the affairs of the Primordial Era. So long as you do not enter the underworld, Houtu can do nothing to you."
Nuwa's calm, emotionless voice rang out.
Di Jun froze for a moment, then looked at Nuwa in delight.
Houtu could not leave the underworld?
Was that true?
If it was, then