Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start

Chapter 74 Three Conditions: The Balance Between Liches

"We have seen the sage."

Fuxi, Dijun, and Donghuang Taiyi all bowed to Nuwa.

Previously, the two sides were on equal footing, but after Nuwa became a saint, everything changed.

Even if it were the primordial spirit of Pangu, and the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun were to personally come, they would still have to pay homage to Nuwa.

Nuwa's aura was even more mysterious than when she first attained enlightenment.

"Why be so polite?" She nodded slightly, and with a thought, a gentle, water-like force lifted Di Jun and the others up.

Before the sage, Di Jun could not hide anything, nor did he intend to hide anything, so he went straight to the point.

"The Sage Nuwa was once the leader of my Demon Clan. Now, the Demon Clan and the Witch Clan are locked in a constant war. We beg the Sage to lend a hand and help my Demon Clan to unify the prehistoric world."

Nuwa shook her head slightly. "Fellow Daoists, it's not that I'm unwilling to help the demon race. Hundreds of millions of years ago, when I resigned from my position as the leader of the demon sect, I made it very clear that I only wanted to focus on cultivating the Dao and was unwilling to get involved in other matters. If you two have come here for this reason, then please leave."

Di Jun's face showed resentment as he spoke loudly.

"Does the fact that the Sage resigned from the position of leader of the demon sect truly mean he has no further causal relationship with the demon race?"

Nuwa frowned. "Is the Demon Emperor threatening me regarding the karma between us and the demon race?"

Nuwa has attained enlightenment, and she is no longer the same as before. She is surrounded by the aura of a sage, exuding an inviolable majesty.

Even a demon emperor cannot disrespect a sage.

Di Jun, who had been the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan for countless millennia, couldn't help but darken his expression.

For millions of years, no one has ever dared to be so disrespectful to him.

But when he thought that Nuwa had become a saint and was speaking to him as a saint, his anger quickly subsided.

He exhaled a breath of stale air. "If the Holy Mother is truly unwilling to come and help my demon race, then grant me three conditions, and the karma between the Holy Mother and the demon race will be completely erased."

"What are the conditions?"

Nuwa frowned, and did not rashly agree.

"The first condition is that the Heavenly Court is allowed to bestow upon the title of Sage, and also grant Fuxi the honorific title of Demon Emperor, Nuwa, and Xi Huang."

"The second condition is that you hand over the Demon Clan's most precious treasure, the Demon-Summoning Banner, to us."

"The third condition is that Xi Huang joins my Heavenly Court."

"impossible!"

As soon as Di Jun finished speaking, Nuwa frowned and spoke coldly.

"I can agree to your first and second conditions, but the third condition is absolutely impossible."

The war between the Lich King and the Demon King is reaching its climax, and the aura of calamity is rising between heaven and earth, faintly reminiscent of the great calamity of the Dragon-Han era.

Once a great calamity erupts, even a sage can remain unscathed.

Below the level of a sage, all are inevitably drawn into the great eons, their lives and deaths beyond their own control.

Nuwa and Fuxi had a friendship spanning billions of years. How could Nuwa possibly stand by and watch her brother be dragged into the great calamity?

"If the sage refuses, then let it be as if my brother and I never came."

Di Jun didn't say anything more, and with Donghuang Taiyi, he prepared to leave the palace.

Fuxi's face darkened immediately. In fact, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi were right.

Strictly speaking, Nuwa does indeed owe the demon race a great debt of karma.

If we don't take action to resolve the situation before the great calamity arrives...

This cause and effect will then be directly integrated into the kalpa and will change with the kalpa.

At that time, no one will know what the possible consequences might be.

Fuxi naturally wouldn't stand idly by and watch his sister get into trouble.

He stepped forward and blocked the way for Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

"I agree to these three conditions on behalf of my sister. I, Fuxi, will repay the debt of karma that my sister owed to the demon race."

Nuwa's face showed great shock. "Brother, this is absolutely unacceptable."

Fuxi said earnestly, "My mind is made up. Sister, there's no need to persuade me. Just give them the Demon-Summoning Banner."

Nuwa wanted to say more, but seeing Fuxi's determined eyes, she knew she couldn't change his mind.

With a thought, a long banner, four or five zhang in size, appeared and, under Nuwa's control, landed in Dijun's hands.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi smiled faintly, "Very well, then we will await the arrival of Emperor Xi in the Heavenly Court."

Emperor Jun and Emperor Taiyi departed in their golden crow chariots.

On Phoenix Perch Mountain, Nuwa's face darkened. She had thought that after attaining enlightenment, she would be carefree and untouched by any calamities.

But unexpectedly, there are still times when I feel helpless.

"Brother, why did you do that? Once the great calamity begins, everything becomes unpredictable. What if something unexpected happens? Have you forgotten the fate of the three primordial races?"

Nuwa rarely lost her temper with Fuxi, a quasi-saint who seemed high and mighty, a top cultivator in the primordial world.

Before the great calamity, they were like grasshoppers under a wheel, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.

Do you not remember what happened to the Ancestral Dragon, the Primordial Phoenix, and the First Qilin during the Great Calamity of the Dragon and Han Dynasties?

Fuxi smiled and said, "As long as it's for you, then it's all worth it."

Nuwa sighed and began to deduce the next way to break the deadlock.

Brother, you absolutely cannot be hurt. Without you, how will she manage on her own?

Not long after, another group of guests arrived at Phoenix Perch Mountain.

Houtu and Xuanming, the two great ancestral witches, tore through space and arrived at Phoenix Perch Mountain.

Inside the hall, Fuxi smiled and said, "The demon race just left, and now the witch race is here. This girl has really become a hot commodity."

"Let them in."

Nuwa sighed. After becoming a saint, this feeling of powerlessness was infinitely greater than before.

Houtu and Xuanming stepped into the hall. As Nuwa had expected, they asked about his relationship with the demon race after he became a saint.

Nuwa and Houtu had a very good relationship, and Xuanming told her the whole story.

Upon hearing that Nuwa would not personally help the Heavenly Court, the two couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But when he heard that Fuxi was going to the Heavenly Court to repay Nuwa's karmic debts to the demon race, he couldn't help but comfort Nuwa.

After a long time, Houtu finally left Phoenix Perch Mountain with Xuanming.

Three days later, the Heavenly Court officially issued an edict appointing Nuwa as the Demon Queen Nuwa and Fuxi as the Demon Queen Fuxi.

The announcement caused a huge stir among all the races of the prehistoric world, who whispered among themselves.

The Heavenly Court bestowed titles upon Nuwa and Xi, what does this mean?

Does this mean the sage is going to help the demon race and fight against the witch race together?

A look of shock flashed across everyone's face. If that were really the case, then a major earthquake would probably strike the prehistoric world soon.

Countless cultivators practicing the path of survival sensed the change in the wind, purchased a large amount of resources, and went directly into their caves to begin seclusion.

Let's set a small goal first, stay in seclusion for tens of thousands of years, and then come out after the great calamity has passed.

Time flies, and a thousand years have passed. Fuxi officially went to the Heavenly Court to take up his post as Emperor Xi.

As for the Witch Clan, they didn't take much action. Ultimately, the Heavenly Court only gained one more Quasi-Saint, which didn't play a decisive role in the Witch-Demon situation.

Nuwa also left the prehistoric world, no longer intending to interfere in the conflict between the Wu and Yao races.

Out of sight, out of mind; Nuwa prepared to emulate the Dao Ancestor and establish a Daoist temple in the chaos.

In a corner of the East Sea, in the place where the human race thrives, in the back mountains of a huge valley.

A powerful aura flashed by, and the restrictions set up in front of the cave entrance were directly broken.

A young man in white robes slowly flew out from the crowd. He was handsome with striking features, and a powerful aura of swordsmanship emanated from him.

After a thousand years of seclusion, Zhao Gongming's cultivation level successfully reached the late stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and he also made great progress in his mastery of the Dao of Space.

(End of this chapter)