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Seeing that Di Jun and Tai Yi were about to fight to the death, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not hesitate. They instantly took their positions, and a terrifying aura of malevolence soared into the sky, faintly condensing into a huge phantom of Pangu in the air.

But before the fight could even begin, it was interrupted by an even more powerful aura.

"stop!"

A clear, cold female voice came from the horizon.

Immediately afterwards, colorful rays of light filled the sky, forcefully pushing away the overwhelming demonic aura and the malevolent energy of the witch clan.

Nuwa has arrived.

She wore a golden phoenix-patterned robe embroidered with landscapes and had a frosty expression on her face.

Upon seeing Nuwa, Dijun and Taiyi were overjoyed.

In their view, although Nuwa doesn't usually interfere in affairs, she is still the Queen of the Demon Clan and enjoys the blessings and offerings of the Demon Clan. Now that the Witch Clan is going too far, Nuwa will definitely stand on the side of the Demon Clan.

"Empress Nuwa! You've come at the perfect time!"

As if he had seen a savior, Di Jun quickly put away the Hetu Luoshu and began to complain to Lin Xuan.

"This Lin Xuan is utterly lawless! Not only did he allow his men to shoot and wound my son, but he also locked them in cages and humiliated them! This is not only a slap in my face, but also a slap in the face to the entire demon race! Nuwa, please take action, suppress these barbarians, and rescue the Crown Prince!"

Taiyi chimed in, "Yes, Your Majesty! This Lin Xuan even stole Xihe and Changxi; he's practically the number one tyrant in the primordial world! If we don't eliminate him today, it will be an injustice to Heaven!"

The two of them sang in unison, their voices filled with tears, as if they were the innocent little rabbits who had suffered all kinds of injustice.

Lin Xuan stood below, saying nothing, simply watching Nuwa quietly.

Nuwa descended slowly.

She glanced at Di Jun, whose face was full of anticipation, and then at Lin Xuan, whose face remained calm.

Finally, her gaze fell upon the scorched earth.

That place should have been a lush, verdant haven where creatures roamed freely. Now, however, it is utterly desolate, with the bones of countless beings, including many humans, exposed in the wilderness.

Those were the humans she created with her own hands.

Nuwa felt a sudden, sharp pain in her heart.

She remembered the movie Lin Xuan had shown her, and the male protagonist who fought against the Heavenly Court to protect his lover.

Isn't the current Di Jun just that cold-blooded, ruthless Heavenly Emperor who sees all things as worthless?

And Lin Xuan...

Nuwa looked at Lin Xuan and found that Lin Xuan was winking at her. There was no plea for help in his eyes, only a kind of inexplicable trust.

"Di Jun".

Nuwa spoke, her voice as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.

"You only see your son suffering; do you see the devastation on this land?"

Di Jun was stunned.

What kind of script is this? Why isn't it playing by the rules?

"Empress Nuwa, those ants are dead, how can they be compared to my Golden Crow bloodline?" Di Jun retorted subconsciously.

These words ignited a fire in Nuwa's heart.

"Ants?"

Nuwa laughed in exasperation.

"In your eyes, apart from your few birds, all other living beings are ants? Then are my human race also ants? Am I, the saint who created humankind, also the leader of ants?"

"No...that's not what I meant..." Di Jun panicked. He had forgotten that Nuwa was the Holy Mother of the Human Race.

"That's enough!"

Nuwa waved her sleeve, interrupting his explanation.

"The ten Golden Crows wreaked havoc on the primordial world, causing boundless slaughter—their crimes are unforgivable! Lin Xuan imprisoned them, acting on behalf of Heaven; what wrong has he done?"

"As for you..."

Nuwa stared sharply at Dijun and Taiyi.

"As the Heavenly Emperor Donghuang, you first failed to discipline your subjects properly, then disregarded right and wrong, and now you dare to bully others by abusing your power? Do you really think I, a saint, am just a figurehead?!"

The entire room fell silent.

Both Di Jun and Tai Yi were stunned.

They never expected that Nuwa would openly turn against the demon race for the sake of the witch race!

Taiyi had a fiery temper, and he felt that Nuwa had been bewitched by Lin Xuan.

"Your Majesty! You're taking sides!" Taiyi roared. "Since you won't help us, then we'll do it ourselves! I refuse to believe that this Chaos Bell can't smash open this Pangu Palace!"

After saying that, Taiyi disregarded everything and directly activated the Chaos Bell, attempting to bypass Nuwa and launch a sneak attack on Lin Xuan.

"Lin Xuan! Prepare to die!"

The Chaos Bell transformed into a massive mountain, carrying a world-destroying force, and crashed straight down on Lin Xuan's head.

Lin Xuan stood there, without moving.

Because he knew that someone else would be even more anxious than him.

"presumptuous!"

Nuwa was furious.

Hit my man in front of me? Do you think I'm dead?

With a flick of her wrist, a red embroidered ball flew out.

This is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure – the Red Embroidered Ball.

Despite its nice-sounding name, this thing is a weapon that can knock even a saint down.

"boom!"

The red embroidered ball, arriving late but arriving early, slammed hard into the Chaos Bell.

"when--!"

A deafening bang, loud enough to shatter eardrums.

The indestructible Chaos Bell was actually knocked away by this tiny embroidered ball.

Moreover, its momentum did not diminish; the red embroidered ball still possessed considerable power, and it directly struck Taiyi's chest.

"puff!"

Taiyi spat out a mouthful of blood, and like a kite with a broken string, he flew tens of thousands of miles away, crashing into a mountain and collapsing.

"Second brother!"

Di Jun was greatly alarmed.

He stared at Nuwa in horror. Was this the power of a sage? Taiyi was at the peak of the Quasi-Sage realm, and possessed supreme treasures, yet he couldn't even withstand a single move?

Nuwa took back the red embroidered ball and looked coldly at Di Jun.

"roll."

There is only one word.

But the sacred power contained in that word made Di Jun feel his soul tremble.

He knew that he couldn't get back what he had lost. With Nuwa protecting him, let alone saving his son, it was questionable whether the two brothers could even return unscathed.

"Very well... Nuwa! My demon race will remember what happened today!"

Di Jun gritted his teeth, uttered a harsh threat, then transformed into a streak of light, grabbed the half-dead Taiyi, and fled in a sorry state.

Seeing the two demon emperors flee like stray dogs, the witch clan erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Goddess Nuwa is mighty!"

"The Holy Mother is so powerful!"

Lin Xuan smiled and walked forward, looking at the stunningly beautiful figure who was still standing on the cloud, her anger still lingering.

"That was really cool."

Nuwa turned her head and looked at Lin Xuan's smiling face. The frost in her eyes melted instantly, turning into a pool of spring water.

She landed slowly, ignoring the many grown men watching her, and walked directly to Lin Xuan.

"Are you hurt?" she asked softly, her voice full of concern.

"No." Lin Xuan shook his head, then grabbed Nuwa's hand in front of the entire clan.

"Goddess Nuwa, those birdmen interrupted our good time. Now...shouldn't we make amends?"

Nuwa blushed, but this time, she did not pull her hand away.