My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

When news of Nuwa's ascension to sainthood spread throughout the primordial world, the ancestral land of the Wu tribe remained deathly silent.

Many of the witch warriors became somewhat uneasy.

After all, Nuwa was from an opposing force!

Inside the Pangu Hall, eleven ancestral witches gathered, their faces solemn.

Zhu Rong paced back and forth, the stone slabs beneath her feet creaking under her feet. Finally, she couldn't help but speak up: "Nuwa has become a saint! She is the Nuwa Empress of the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court! If the Demon Clan attacks again, how can we stop her, a saint, if she takes action?"

Gonggong, unusually, didn't argue with him and said in a deep voice, "The Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation can theoretically fight against saints, but it requires all twelve Ancestral Witches to be at the peak of Quasi-Saint. Currently, among us, only our eldest brother and the other five of us have reached that level; the other brothers are still somewhat lacking."

"What's there to be afraid of? We'll just fight them to the death!"

Zhu Rong slammed his palm against the stone pillar, causing rubble to fall in a shower.

"Compete? What are we going to use to compete?"

Zhu Jiuyin spoke slowly, his eyes filled with profound depth, "Those below the level of a sage are all ants; this is not just empty talk."

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Dijiang remained silent for a long time, then turned to look outside the Pangu Palace: "Brother Mengchuan is still outside?"

"He and Houtu are outside, I'll go call them."

Zhu Rong turned to leave.

"No need to call us, we're here."

Meng Chuan and Hou Tu walked in side by side from outside the Pangu Hall, their expressions calm.

Zhu Rong rushed up to him in a few strides: "Brother Meng Chuan, Nuwa has become a saint, why aren't you worried at all?"

Zhu Rong stamped her feet in anxiety, "She's Nuwa, the goddess of the demon race's heavenly court! What if she helps the demon race? What will happen to our witch race...?"

"She won't make a move."

Meng Chuan interrupted him, his tone resolute.

Zhu Rong was taken aback: "How did you know?"

Meng Chuan glanced at the Ancestral Witches present and slowly said, "When Nuwa becomes a saint, Hongjun will establish a Heavenly Dao Covenant: the conflict between the Witches and Demons is a predetermined calamity of Heaven and Earth. Saints cannot participate in the battle, cannot favor one race, and cannot forcibly reverse the fate of the Witches and Demons."

Upon hearing this, all the ancestral witches were taken aback.

Zhu Rong blinked: "Really? Then Nuwa's sainthood was for nothing?"

Although his tone was questioning, he already believed it.

This person's "prophecy" has never been wrong so far.

"Her attainment of sainthood was her own achievement, and it has nothing to do with the conflict between the lich and the demon."

Meng Chuan paused, then added, "If the Wu Clan does not act tactfully, in the final war between the Wu and the Demons, Fuxi, the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Clan, who is also Nuwa's elder brother, will die on the battlefield between the Wu and the Demons."

Outside the Pangu Temple, all was deathly silent.

Zhu Rong's mouth remained open for a long time.

Gonggong frowned: "You mean, if our Wu tribe doesn't follow the proper path and instead goes according to the script set by Heaven... Nuwa's brother will die in the future Wu-Yao war?"

"Yes."

"Nuwa didn't intervene?"

"no."

Why?

Zhu Rong's voice changed, "That's her brother! She's become a saint, and she can't even protect her own brother?"

"We can't protect them."

Meng Chuan shook his head. "Under the Heavenly Contract, even saints cannot participate. She can only stay in Nuwa's Palace, watch Fuxi die in battle, and then silently shed tears."

All the ancestral witches fell silent.

Zhu Rong stood rooted to the spot, his chest heaving violently. After a long while, he finally managed to utter a single sentence: "After becoming a saint, you couldn't even protect your own brother? What's the point of being a saint then?"

Gonggong, unusually, did not refute him, but instead nodded: "Yes, such a heartless and ungrateful saint is better off not being one."

Jumang sighed: "So, even sages are nothing more than puppets of the Heavenly Dao?"

"That's not entirely true."

Zhu Jiuyin slowly shook his head, "Sages transcend life and death and live as long as heaven, but they are limited by the rules of heaven and cannot do as they please."

"Isn't that still a puppet?"

Zhu Rong, with his neck stiff, retorted.

Dijiang remained silent for a moment, then looked at Meng Chuan: "Brother Meng Chuan, are you sure Nuwa won't intervene?"

"Sure."

"What about the demon race...?"

"They'll find out soon."

Meng Chuan looked out of the ancestral land, his gaze calm and distant.

……

The Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan.

When the news of Nuwa's ascension to sainthood arrived, the entire Heavenly Court was immersed in joy.

Emperor Jun immediately summoned his ministers and personally led Taiyi to the Nuwa Palace to offer his congratulations.

In Nuwa's palace, Nuwa sat serenely on her cloud bed, her sage aura flowing around her, resonating with the heavens and earth.

Di Jun bowed respectfully, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "Congratulations to Nuwa on attaining the Primordial Chaos Realm! From now on, our demon race has a sage to oversee us, and those barbarians of the witch race are nothing to worry about!"

Taiyi laughed and said, "On another day, our demon army will launch another campaign against the witch clan. With Nuwa in command, we will surely annihilate those barbarians in one fell swoop!"

Nuwa remained silent for a moment.

Then she spoke, her voice calm but carrying a hint of barely perceptible weariness: "Heavenly Emperor, Eastern Emperor... I have something to tell you both."

Di Jun smiled and said, "Please speak, Empress Nuwa."

"When I became a saint, my teacher made a Heavenly Contract."

Nuwa's voice was soft, yet it was like a boulder crashing into a lake: "The conflict between the Lich King and the Demon King is a predetermined calamity of heaven and earth. Sages must not intervene in the battle, must not favor any particular race, and must not forcibly reverse the fate of the Lich King and the Demon King."

It's also because the ancestral witches of the witch clan aren't here, otherwise they would definitely be terrified!

What Meng Chuan said was exactly the same as what Nuwa was saying!

The laughter abruptly stopped in the Nuwa Palace.

Di Jun's smile froze.

Taiyi frowned: "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is..." Nuwa looked at them and said, word by word, "In the future, even if the Lich King and the Demon King start another war, I, as a Heavenly Saint, will no longer be able to go to war with the Demon Court."

The entire room fell silent!

Di Jun stood there, his expression shifting.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "Does Nuwa mean that even if my demon race and the witch race fight to the death, you cannot intervene?"

"cannot."

"Even if my demon race is defeated and suffers countless casualties, we still can't make a move?"

"cannot."

"Even if..." Di Jun's voice deepened, "even if Xi Huang is in danger, you still can't intervene?"

Nuwa fell silent.

She did not answer.

But her silence itself is the answer.

Taiyi clenched his fist, the Eastern Emperor Bell humming within him before gradually subsiding.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "So, for my demon race, Nuwa's ascension to sainthood is merely a title?"

"Donghuang," Nuwa looked at him calmly, "Sages cannot interfere in the great calamity; this is the rule of Heaven. This is the decree of our teacher, and also the will of Heaven."

"I understand." Di Jun suddenly spoke, his voice regaining its calmness. "Congratulations to Nuwa on becoming a saint. The Demon Court is busy with affairs, so my second brother and I will take our leave first."

He turned around and strode out of the Nuwa Palace.

Taiyi glanced at Nuwa, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing and left with Dijun.

After leaving Nuwa's Palace, Taiyi finally couldn't help but speak up: "Big brother, if Nuwa can't intervene, then what should we do..."

Di Jun stopped and gazed at the surging sea of ​​clouds in the distance, remaining silent for a long time.

"You can only rely on yourself."

His gaze suddenly turned cold and resolute. "However, even without a sage... one day, my demon race will still be able to destroy the witch race!"