Primordial Era: I am the chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones, the gatekeeper of the Great Dao.

Chapter 62 Humanity must become self-reliant and no longer depend on others!

Above the nine heavens and the clouds.

Fuxi, Donghuang Taiyi, and the ten most famous demon saints in the prehistoric world stood in formation, their eyes coldly watching the battle on the prehistoric land below.

The battle between the demon army and the human race seemed to them to be nothing more than a trivial farce; their eyes were deep and indifferent.

"Gentlemen."

Fuxi's voice was cold and majestic, "Come with me to descend upon what humanity calls the ancestral land!"

"Only by suppressing the Ancestral Dragon and eliminating those disciples of the Human Sect can my demon race slaughter these insignificant ants at will, thereby collecting their blood and remnant souls."

Fuxi was extremely arrogant, and he never truly cared about the human race.

He always remembered that he was the emperor of the demon race.

Even if it meant getting tainted by the karma of the Great Tribulation, and even if it meant potentially perishing in the Lich Tribulation, he didn't care at all.

Of course, he had another layer of protection, namely his sister Nuwa.

She will surely intervene to protect his true spirit and primordial soul from destruction, enabling him to undergo transformations and ultimately traverse the primordial world as the first human emperor.

"What Xi Huang said is absolutely right!"

Donghuang Taiyi's voice was resolute: "The likes of Zulong dared to oppose my demon race for the sake of the insignificant human race!"

"In this great battle, I will surely bring the Ancestral Dragon and his dragon clan under the command of my Demon Court!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the Chaos Bell suddenly echoed across the sky.

The deep and majestic sound of the bell seemed capable of shaking the entire primordial world, causing changes in the earth, fire, wind, and water, and instilling fear in all living beings.

Immediately afterwards, a group of high-ranking members of the Demon Court appeared before the ancestral land of the human race as if gods had descended.

"They're here!"

Zu Long narrowed his eyes slightly, a look of solemnity flashing across his face.

His cultivation has now recovered to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, and his combat power is enough to contend with ordinary peak Quasi-Saints, and he can even fight against several Demon Saints.

However, compared to beings like Donghuang Taiyi and Yaohuang Fuxi, there is still a gap.

Standing beside him was Yinglong, whose cultivation was even more unfathomable, having already reached the late stage of Quasi-Saint.

"Two peak Quasi-Saints, and there are also peak Quasi-Saints among the Ten Great Demon Saints."

Zu Long analyzed in a low voice, "If we talk about foundation and strength, our human race and dragon race are really no match for the demon court."

He turned to Yinglong and said, "At this moment, we can only place our hopes on Yuanfeng, Zhuque, and Zhenfeng."

"If they can lead the Phoenix Clan to our aid, the scales of victory will tip in our favor."

Yinglong was dressed in crimson armor, and the Dragon Lord Sword in his hand gleamed with a cold, icy light.

Beneath the faintly visible dragon scales lies a power capable of overturning everything.

"No need to worry!"

Zulong said calmly, "Yuanfeng has been reborn from the ashes, and Zhuque is about to break free from the shackles of the Heavenly Dao."

"They are all peak Quasi-Saints, and their strength even surpasses that of me at my peak. They will surely be able to defeat Fuxi and Donghuang Taiyi."

"As for the Ten Demon Saints, they are not a threat!"

Zu Long's words revealed a deep sense of confidence.

As a powerful figure who has experienced countless tribulations, his experience and strength far surpass those of the Demon Court.

Looking back to the time when the ferocious beasts ravaged the land, he joined hands with Yuan Feng and Shi Qilin, and followed a group of top experts such as Hongjun, Yin Yang Ancestor, and Yangmei Ancestor.

They slew countless ferocious beasts and defeated the powerful Beast King, Shen Ni.

During the Dragon-Han Calamity, if it weren't for the intervention of Hongjun and Demon Ancestor Luo, he would have unified the prehistoric world long ago.

At the height of Zulong's power, even if Yuanfeng and Shiqilin joined forces, they could not shake his and the Dragon Clan's position. That feeling of powerlessness was like facing an insurmountable mountain.

At this moment, Xuandu stepped forward.

He held the supreme innate spiritual treasure, the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace, in one hand, while using the other hand to activate the Taiqing Daoist techniques and martial arts rules.

His cultivation at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm suddenly erupted, and his aura was so powerful that it even surpassed that of the Daluo Golden Immortal.

His eyes flashed with brutal killing intent, his former peace and elegance completely gone.

"Fuxi!"

Xuandu roared angrily, "As the elder brother of the Holy Mother Nuwa, you led the demon race to attack the human race! This is utterly heinous!"

"Could it be that the calamity befalling our human race was ordained by the Holy Mother Nuwa?"

Despite Xuandu's questioning, Fuxi remained calm. "Xuandu, out of consideration for your relationship as a disciple of Taiqing Laozi, I will not hold it against you."

"This matter has nothing to do with the Goddess Nuwa; it is entirely an action taken by our Demon Court in accordance with the will of Heaven."

"The Goddess Nuwa is currently in seclusion in the Nuwa Heaven, and even in the face of the great forces of Heaven, she cannot stand up for your human race."

Fuxi spoke slowly and deliberately, attempting to distance Nuwa from the incident.

However, powerful human beings such as Xuandu and Suirenshi did not agree.

Suirenshi stepped forward and said righteously, "Our Holy Mother Nuwa created the primordial human race, and we are naturally grateful for her merits."

"But when it comes to following the natural order, I really can't agree."

"The demon race's slaughter of our human race is in accordance with the will of Heaven, so isn't the Holy Mother Nuwa's creation of the human race and subsequent attainment of sainthood also in accordance with the will of Heaven?"

"If we calculate it this way, wouldn't our human race be even with the Holy Mother Nuwa?"

"The Holy Mother Nuwa has a debt of gratitude for creating our human race, but she has also gained merit from the Heavenly Dao as a result."

"Since the birth of our human race, she has received countless offerings of incense and merit."

"Therefore, our human race owes the Holy Mother Nuwa nothing!"

"Our human race should be self-reliant and strong, and no longer depend on the Holy Mother Nuwa."

"From now on, we will only be grateful for her creation, but whether we offer incense and sacrifices will depend on the mood of our human race!"

The fire in his hand burned fiercely, its light illuminating Suirenshi's resolute face.

In the past, Suirenshi held Nuwa in high esteem.

However, at this critical moment when humanity is facing life and death, Nuwa's inaction left him feeling deeply helpless.

This emotion prompted him to utter those seemingly rebellious, yet genuinely heartfelt words.

The atmosphere at the scene became somewhat heavy, and Fuxi was filled with mixed emotions.

Just as Suirenshi finished speaking, Fuxi clearly sensed that the fortunes of the entire human race were undergoing a dramatic change.

The portion of fortune and incense that originally belonged to Nuwa is now rapidly diminishing, as if it has been quietly taken away by some force.

"Suirenshi was right!"

Youchao stepped forward, "Nuwa is not only the Holy Mother of the human race, but also the Demon Queen of the demon race!"

"How long has our human race been around?"

"In the eyes of the Holy Mother Nuwa, the demon race and the demon court are naturally far more important than us!"

"Otherwise, why hasn't she made any statement yet?"

Youchao raised his head and shouted, his voice booming like thunder, as if to awaken every sleeping soul.

This shout not only resounded throughout the ancestral land of humanity, but also penetrated every inch of space in the primordial world.

This wake-up call reached every human being who was fighting desperately against the demon army.

In an instant, the entire human race was filled with excitement.

They began to reconsider the place of the Holy Mother Nuwa in their hearts.

They realized that Nuwa might not be as selfless and great as they had originally imagined.

At this moment, Nuwa's noble image as the Holy Mother of the Human Race began to crumble.

Her status as a saint was no longer so sacred and inviolable; instead, it became merely a hollow title.

(End of this chapter)