Chapter 172 Nuwa's Bottom Line, Xihe's Request

Ninth Heaven, heaven.

Emperor Jun, dressed in imperial robes, summoned Xihe, Donghuang Taiyi, and a group of high-level demon clan officials to discuss the battle between the lich and the lich.

"The decisive battle between the two Lich clans is coming."

"In this battle, life or death is uncertain. If we win, we will firmly sit on the throne of the co-lords of heaven and earth and monopolize the fate of the ancient world. No one can shake us anymore. Even the saints will not dare to plot against us."

"If we fail...then everything will be in vain."

"I am the heaven and earth of heaven, but I am also the master of the demon clan."

"There is no turning back for us, but there are still monsters."

"I plan to find a way out for the demon clan when the decisive battle comes. Do you have any suggestions?"

After saying that, Di Jun looked at Bai Ze's position habitually.

Only this time, Bai Ze's seat was empty. After sending Lao Shi to Guixu, Bai Ze was left by Huang Long to work in Guixu and never returned to heaven.

From this point, Di Jun could guess what Huang Long meant.

Heaven is in danger!

It's a pity that, as he said, they have no retreat and can only go all the way to the end. If they win, they will have everything, if they lose, everything will be empty.

If it were during the great calamity of the human race and the calamity clouded Di Jun's mind, he would not care about the life and death of the demon race.

As long as he can increase his winning rate by one point, he won't hesitate even if he drags the entire demon clan to death.

But now, after seeing clearly the general trend of the world and understanding the calculations of Tiandao and Hongjun, he no longer thinks of doing this.

Even if he really loses in the end, he doesn't want everything the Yaozu has done to become someone else's wedding dress. He wants to leave a way out for the Yaozu and preserve the blood of the Yaozu.

"Looking at the ancient world, the only beings who can provide a retreat for the demon clan are saints."

Xihe was silent for a while and continued:

"Among the Six Saints of Heaven, only Saint Nuwa has some friendship with Heaven. We can fight for it. However, our demon tribe's behavior of massacring human races may have caused the saint's displeasure. This matter..."

She didn't finish her words, but all the senior officials present knew what she wanted to express.

The human race was created by Nuwa, it was the foundation of Nuwa's path, and it was the thing that Nuwa cared about the most, but ninety-nine percent of the people were slaughtered by the demon clan.

If the demon tribe did such a thing, how could Nuwa protect the demon tribe?

"I personally went to Jinxiu Heaven to request Saint Nuwa. We were at fault in this matter. If the Saint refuses to meet us, we have no complaints."

Di Jun sighed helplessly. He knew that this matter was basically hopeless, but as the leader of the demon clan, he must shoulder this responsibility.

He had to go to Jinxiu Heaven. As for the outcome, he could only leave it to fate.

"Tingtian?"

Emperor Jun couldn't help but laugh at himself, wasn't the massacre of human beings caused by listening to the sky?

In the end, the demon clan has to bear everything, but the sky is still aloof, showing the appearance of a god of heaven. It is really ridiculous, ridiculous!

From the beginning to the end, there is no so-called impartial way of heaven, there is only the selfish way of heaven. Everything that heaven does is just for the operation of heaven and for the perfection of prehistoric times.

As for the sacrifices caused in this process, Heaven will not care at all. This is Heaven's impartiality!

"Besides the Heavenly Saint, there is another person we can fight for."

While Di Jun was laughing at himself, Xi He continued to speak. All the high-level demon clan leaders present here guessed what she wanted to say next, and some expectations arose in their hearts.

If that person is willing to take action, then if the demon clan is really defeated in the future, maybe some of the blood of the demon clan can really be saved.

Not only can it prevent the bloodline of the demon clan from disappearing from the primitive world, but it can also give the demon clan a better future. However... the relationship between the demon clan and that person is not very good. Will that person really be willing to help?

Seeing the sad faces of all the senior officials, Xihe sighed.

"I believe everyone has guessed who the person I want to talk about is, yes, it is Saint Huang Long."

"Empress Pingxin is originally the ancestral witch of the Witch Clan. We, the Demon Clan, and the Witch Clan are mortal enemies. She did not add insult to injury because she was kind to our Demon Clan. She will not be able to help us."

"But Saint Huanglong is different. His ambitions are more lofty. His eyes have always been on the ancient world."

"As long as the existence of our demon clan is beneficial to the prehistoric world, he may help us. Even if it is just a little help, he can preserve the blood of our demon clan. It is also a great help to us."

After hearing Xihe's words, all the senior members of the demon tribe remained silent. After a while, Fuxi said helplessly:

"I understand what the Queen of Heaven said, but is the existence of our demon clan really beneficial to the prehistoric world?"

"According to the heavenly secrets, our demon tribe exists to make wedding clothes for human beings, even the witch tribe."

"In the eyes of Tiandao, whether they are monsters or witches, they are just nutrients that make the world more perfect and allow human beings to thrive."

"In the eyes of Saint Huanglong, is a race like ours really beneficial to the prehistoric world?"

Although Nuwa separated from the demon clan after she became a saint, as Nuwa's brother, Fuxi still learned a lot of things from Nuwa's mouth.

As the saying goes, the more you know, the more desperate you become about reality.

As one of the founders of the Monster Clan, Fuxi didn't want to see the Monster Clan come to an end, but judging from the various results, it seemed... very difficult.

He had been to Jinxiutian in recent years, hoping to get some useful information from Nuwa.

He didn't know whether Nuwa was trying to avoid suspicion or because of the massacre of the human race. He went to Jinxiutian several times but failed to see Nuwa. The gate of the Nuwa Palace was always closed.

"I will go to Guixu in person. I am not sure whether this is feasible."

"I called you here today, on the one hand, to prepare a retreat. Regardless of whether the two saints are willing to help, we also need to prepare in advance and arrange for your outstanding descendants in advance."

"If the saints are willing to help, send these descendants away. If not, send them to the rear and try to give them a safer future."

"On the other hand, the war between witches and liches is imminent. I don't need to say more about this matter. You all understand the importance of this matter."

"If you can win, you don't need to care about these back-up plans, so..."

"Everyone, prepare to fight!"

...

After the meeting.

Di Jun left the heaven with many treasures of the demon race and came to Jinxiutian to meet Nuwa.

However, ten years later, there was no sign of the opening of the Nuwa Palace. He sighed helplessly and did not think Nuwa was ruthless.

After all, the demons were wrong first. They slaughtered so many human race members. It was because of the cause of the day before that today's result came.

It was reasonable for Nuwa not to help.

Even if Nuwa did not remember the old friendship and added insult to injury in the final battle, it was the demons' own fault and no one could be blamed.

However, the back of Di Jun as he left looked a little hunched, not as upright as before.

Under the calculation of the Heavenly Dao, the Emperor of Heaven gradually lost his former domineering power.

Little did he know that Nuwa was not unwilling to meet, but actually could not meet.

The saints of the Heavenly Dao placed their souls on the Heavenly Dao, which exchanged for their current strength and allowed them to achieve a state where they could not be afflicted by all kinds of disasters.

However, success and failure are both due to the Heavenly Dao.

Although the Heavenly Dao cannot wipe out the Heavenly Dao Saint, it is not too difficult for Hongjun to use the Heavenly Dao authority to deprive a Heavenly Dao Saint of his power and trap him somewhere.

In Jinxiu Palace.

Nuwa looked at the black chains on her body and sighed helplessly, with disgust in her eyes becoming more and more obvious.

The great calamity of the human race seems to be caused by the demon race, but it is not.

If Nuwa had not been trapped in Jinxiu Palace when Di Jun came to the Wa Palace to seek advice, and could have appeared to meet him, there would be hope to stop the great calamity of the human race.

Nuwa could even untie the calamity of the spirit platform of Di Jun and let him see everything clearly.

Even if the demon race also fell in the end, it would not fall into the current situation with no way out, and the demon race would also have the hope of ushering in a better result.

In the final analysis, all this is not the demon race's own fault, but the Heavenly Dao and Hongjun.

This is the result they want!

Becoming a saint, but losing freedom, unable to avoid the great calamity of the human race before, now can only watch the demon race decline.

"Saint..."

Nuwa smiled contemptuously, looked up at the sky, her eyes seemed to pass through the infinite space and fell on the Zixiao Palace, her eyes no longer had the respect of the past.

"I want Fuxi's glimmer of life, this is my bottom line, otherwise... you find another saint!"

...

Return to the Ruins.

Xihe, led by Bai Mi, came to the Yunyin Taoist Temple and bowed to Huang Long.

But before she could say anything, a ray of moonlight suddenly fell, and Chang Xi, wearing a white dress and with a cold temperament, appeared beside her.

Just a thousand years ago, Xihe could not finally let go of her thoughts and worries about her son, and returned to Taiyin Star again.

Xihe, who had always been strong, asked Chang Xi for help for the first time, hoping that she could ask for a favor for herself, so that Huang Long could take care of Lao Shi and the nine Jinwus who were left with only residual souls.

After getting Chang Xi's promise, Xihe looked at the Ruins, like a sculpture, as if she wanted to see the end of the world, a glance for ten thousand years.

Even Chang Xi saw Xihe like this for the first time. Perhaps this is the change that only mothers can have.

She didn't know what to do, so she could only hug her sister and pat her back.

But it was this extremely gentle action that made the always domineering and strong Xihe suddenly collapse, collapse in Chang Xi's arms, and cry bitterly.

This high and mighty queen cried so miserably for the first time without caring about her image.

Seeing her sister who had always been tough so fragile at this moment, Chang Xi felt distressed. When she thought of her nephews who used to act coquettishly to her and were lively and cute, even she, who was always cold, couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

She originally planned to find a time to tell Huang Long about this matter.

Unexpectedly, Xihe came to Guixu today, so she followed.

She just hugged Xihe's arm and looked at Huanglong quietly without saying a word.

Huang Long: ...

You are like this, I feel a lot of pressure...

Huang Long smiled bitterly, looked at Xihe and said:

"Queen of Heaven..."

He glanced at Chang Xi, who had no expression on his face, and finally changed his words.

"I already know the purpose of my sister's coming here. I know how to handle this matter. Don't worry, but..."

"This is the trend of heaven and earth. What I can do is also very limited. Don't hold too high hopes. There must be sacrifices, otherwise someone will be dissatisfied."

Although Huang Long was prepared, Hongjun had been planning for so many years.

If he dares to go too far, he will show that he is an enemy of the other party. In the end, he may break up on bad terms and lose both sides. This is not the result he wants, nor is it the result anyone wants to see.

"It's enough to have a saint. As long as you can preserve some bloodline of the demon clan, that's enough."

Xi He breathed a sigh of relief, and finally a faint smile appeared on his face.

She knew that as the queen of heaven, she could not escape this disaster, but she did not want the demon clan to be buried with her. She hoped that there would still be traces of the demon clan in the future.

After hearing Huang Long's words, she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the matter was settled.

If someone else had made such a promise, even if the other person was a saint, she would not be as relaxed as she is now.

But Huang Long is different. Looking at what Huang Long has done over the years, he has never failed.

Now that he said this, preserving some of the bloodline of the demon clan will naturally not be a problem.

After finishing the business, Xihe struggled for a moment, but in the end he couldn't help missing his child and asked softly:

"I wonder what happened to my children?"

"Sister, please don't worry about this. They are also my nephews. If I let anything happen to them, Chang Xi won't be able to spare me."

Huang Long smiled and teased, Chang Xi's pretty face turned slightly red, she pursed her lips and glared at him.

"I wonder if I can meet them?"

"..."

Huang Long was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"Not yet, but don't worry, they will definitely be fine, I said so!"

The existence of the ten little golden crows is related to an important arrangement of Huanglong. Even Chang Xi, Huanglong never let her know, especially Xihe.

Even if Xihe would not disclose the matter, Huanglong could not take the risk. Once Hongjun knew about it, many changes would occur.

Seeing this, Xihe no longer pressed, and after chatting with Chang Xi for a few words, he said goodbye and left.

…

Time flies.

As the decisive battle between the lich and the lich gets closer and closer, the calamity aura in various parts of the prehistoric world becomes more and more intense, and as time goes by, the calamity aura becomes thicker and thicker, covering almost 90% of the prehistoric world.

A large number of creatures are obsessed with the tribulation energy and become cruel and easy to kill.

The prehistoric world is gradually flowing into rivers of blood, and corpses are everywhere.

When some ancient races saw this situation, they immediately thought of the calamity between dragons, phoenixes and unicorns. Before the war between the dragons, phoenixes and unicorns, the scene in the prehistoric times was the same as it is now.

Their expressions suddenly changed, and they immediately closed the door tightly and asked all the clansmen to stay in the territory or dojo. They were not allowed to leave even half a step. If there was any violation, their clan membership would be removed directly.

Five hundred years later.

For the first time, the Yao clan sent the selected descendants of the Yao clan to Gui Xu, and Huang Long arranged them in the sea on the west side of Gui Xu.

Six hundred years later.

At Huang Long's signal, a group of descendants of the witch clan entered the underworld in the name of helping Empress Pingxin maintain the circulation of reincarnation.