Chapter Fifty-One: The Grand Formation of the Twelve Celestial Demonic Gods
For a fleeting moment, Li Tian felt a sense of inferiority arise within him, and he began to worry whether Nuwa’s temperament might suddenly change, causing her to leave him and become that aloof goddess of legend, untouched by mortal concerns.
Yet, as soon as Nuwa addressed him as “Senior Brother,” an involuntary smile appeared on Li Tian’s face, and all his worries and negative emotions vanished in an instant.
Fortunately, Nuwa remained the same—she had not changed at all.
Thus, Nuwa officially achieved sainthood.
Although she did not deliberately unleash the awe-inspiring pressure of a saint, the earth-shaking phenomena that accompanied her ascension still attracted the attention of many mighty beings. With a simple calculation of fate, they all realized that Nuwa had become a saint.
Of course, this was only because Nuwa had not concealed her fate; otherwise, apart from Hongjun, no one could have divined anything related to the saints.
On Kunlun Mountain, the Three Primes received news of this event, their expressions all complex.
After all, Nuwa was the lowest-ranked among Hongjun’s disciples, and none of the Three Primes had expected her to be the first to attain sainthood.
Laozi shook his head, accepting this reality, and after sensing the dormant Primordial Purple Qi within him, he returned to his chamber for seclusion. Yuanshi merely snorted coldly, clearly displeased that a woman had attained sainthood before him, but there was nothing he could do; with a wave of his sleeve, he returned to his own abode.
Tongtian, however, was unmoved. In his view, since he already possessed the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords, he was destined to be the foremost among the saints in the future. The order of ascension meant nothing to him.
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“Senior Brother.”
At the very first moment when Nuwa opened her eyes, she looked toward Li Tian and smiled.
“Congratulations, Sister Nuwa, on attaining sainthood. From this day forth, you are undying through all calamities!” Li Tian smiled as he stepped forward to congratulate her.
Nuwa smiled in return. Looking at Li Tian, who stood so near, she hesitated. “I must go to the Chaos to establish my own ashram, but all these humans...”
Li Tian glanced at the dense crowd of humans not far behind him, then smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I will look after humanity.”
Li Tian knew from his past life’s readings of ancient myths that after becoming a saint, one had to go into the Chaos to establish an ashram.
“In that case, I am at ease.” Hearing Li Tian’s promise, Nuwa smiled and let go of her concerns. She glanced back at the humans she had created, and feeling no further attachment, soared away towards the Chaos.
At that moment, the unique pressure of a saint instantly enveloped the entire primordial world. Nuwa exercised her saintly power, and her cool, clear voice resounded through every corner: “I am Nuwa, Empress of Heaven. Today I have achieved sainthood and will establish my ashram in the Chaos a hundred years from now. All those with fate may come to witness!”
At these words, all of Chaos trembled.
Although the previous phenomena had alerted many mighty beings to Nuwa’s ascension, there were many more who had not yet learned of it.
For instance, the Wu Clan, who did not cultivate their souls.
In the Hall of Pangu, the twelve ancestral witches and several great witches were all assembled.
But none of them spoke first.
Heaven now possessed a saint—this was certainly no good news for the Wu Clan.
Especially for the twelve ancestral witches and some great witches who, over a hundred thousand years ago, had witnessed the terrifying power of Hongjun.
They all knew full well that the current peace between Heaven and the Wu Clan existed only because of a single word from the saint Hongjun!
This alone showed the terrifying might of a saint. Never had they imagined Heaven would produce such a being!
“Are you, as descendants of Father Pangu, so easily cowed? To be so frightened by a mere saint?” It was Xuanming who rebuked them, breaking the silence in the Hall of Pangu.
By nature, Xuanming was not one to admit defeat. Still nursing old grievances from tens of thousands of years ago, she was infuriated to see the Wu Clan so dispirited and could not help but lash out.
“Xuanming is right! We are the descendants of Father Pangu—how could we fear a mere saint?”
“Well said! Father Pangu feared neither heaven nor earth, so how could we falter?”
As soon as Xuanming finished, several of the most unruly great witches echoed her words.
These great witches had only been created in the last hundred thousand years and had never experienced Hongjun’s terrifying power. They did not understand why the Wu Clan, who so despised Heaven, had not waged war against it.
“Enough!”
Di Jiang, seated at the head, silenced them with a command. He said gravely, “Now all we can do is strive to advance our cultivation to the late quasi-saint stage. When the time comes, with the Twelve Capital Heavenly God-Demon Formation, we can summon Father Pangu’s true form, and we may not be inferior to the saints!”
At these words, the ancestral witches and great witches brightened.
Indeed, they still possessed the Twelve Capital Heavenly God-Demon Formation and might not be less than the saints!
With this thought, everyone was greatly encouraged, their former despair swept away.
It was as if they had already completed the formation, summoned Pangu’s true form, and swept across the world, invincible beneath the heavens!
But Houtu frowned. She had attended Hongjun’s sermon at the Zixiao Palace and knew full well that Heaven would not have only one saint. The Emperor of Heaven also possessed Primordial Purple Qi and would surely become a saint as well... Not to mention the Primordial Purple Qi that Hongyun had contributed to Heaven.
It was very likely that Heaven would possess three saints in the future!
But seeing the excitement in the Hall of Pangu, Houtu could only bury these thoughts deep in her heart.
Houtu did not know, nor did she dare imagine, whether the Twelve Capital Heavenly God-Demon Formation would be able to defeat Heaven—or what fate awaited the Wu Clan.
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In Heaven, all beings under its dominion were stirred to elation by the news of Nuwa’s ascension, spreading the word and celebrating wildly.
All beneath a saint are but ants. Now that Heaven has its own saint, who could possibly shake its supremacy?
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Fuxi stepped out of the Palace of Xi and looked up at the sky, a faint smile on his lips. Yet, thinking of the dormant Primordial Purple Qi within him, his brow furrowed and he returned to seclusion.
In the Lunar Palace, Changxi wondered why Li Tian had not come to visit her for so long. Suddenly sensing the pressure emanating from the sky, she was startled.
“The Empress has become a saint?”
Xihe also emerged from her palace, gazing at the heavens in a daze, lost in thought.
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In the Faith of All Living Beings, Kunpeng quietly raised his head, feeling the intense pressure, his heart ablaze with longing.
In that moment, he seemed to glimpse his own path to sainthood...
What mighty power that would be!
With a single thought, heaven and earth would change...
Yet all this had been ruined by one person!
At that moment, the obsession that had almost faded from Kunpeng’s heart reignited, and his hatred for Hongyun flared anew.
“A saint?”
Jieyin looked up at the sky, his face sorrowful. Yet in his normally desireless eyes, a trace of longing appeared.
If I became a saint, what would be impossible in this world?
Kunpeng noticed Jieyin’s expression, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. Consumed by his obsession, he now wanted nothing more than to make Hongyun pay!
He immediately told Jieyin about Hongyun, mixing truth with falsehood. Most of what he said was true, except he omitted the detail that Hongyun had offered the Primordial Purple Qi to Heaven, saying only that Hongyun had joined Heaven, been favored, and granted the title of King Hongyun.
“All things in this world have their own fate; we must not give in to greed,” Jieyin replied. A flash of struggle crossed his eyes, but soon he returned to his usual serene demeanor and resumed preaching the Dao to the beings below.
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