382: Chapter 369 Nuwa's Choice

Outside the Thirty-Three Heavens, Wahuang Palace.

Just when the Lower Realm was being torn apart, the sun and moon were losing their light, and the entire Great Desolate land was wailing.

Inside Wahuang Palace, the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

A breathtakingly beautiful woman stood upon the clouds, staring intently at the battlefield in the Lower Realm through a water mirror.

She was draped in a seven-colored rainbow garment, her temperament noble and elegant, but at this moment, her brows were furrowed into a " river" shape.

Nuwa.

The Mother of the Human Race.

She was also the only one among the six Saints who possessed boundless Karma without having established a sect.

"My Lady! Are you truly not going to intervene?"

Fairy Jin Ning, kneeling on the ground beside her, pleaded with tears streaming down her face, "Although Lin Feng acts eccentrically, everything he has done is to help the Human Race stand tall! He abolished the slavery of the Heavenly Court and drove away the captivity of the Buddhist sect... If he dies, I fear the Human Race will return to those days when they were treated like grass by immortals and Buddhas, their Power Of Will harvested at will!"

"My Lady! You are the mother of the Human Race!"

Nuwa remained silent.

In her hand, she tightly gripped the Red Hydrangea, her fingertips turning white from excessive force.

How could she not know?

Ever since the Battle of the Gods, the Human King had been demoted to the Son of Heaven, and the Luck of the Human Race had been completely carved up.

She, this so-called "Mother of the Human Race," seemed high and mighty, but in reality, she had been sidelined by Dao Ancestor Hongjun and several other Senior Brothers.

She could only hide in this Wahuang Palace, molding clay figures, watching the children she had created suffer in the Lower Realm.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's meaning was clear: under the Heavenly Dao, the Human Race could only be subordinates, merely batteries providing incense and Power Of Will.

And Lin Feng was the only person in these countless eons to dare stand up and point at the gods and Buddhas in the sky, saying "No."

"Teacher Hongjun..."

Nuwa gazed in the direction of Zixiao Palace, a flicker of struggle flashing in her eyes, which then transformed into determination.

"You wish to complete the Heavenly Dao, to have absolute control, and you are even willing to sacrifice the entire Great Desolate."

"But you have forgotten, I am also the mother of the Human Race."

"How can a mother watch helplessly as the hero who protects her children is beaten to death?"

Lower Realm.

Lin Feng's state at this moment could only be described as tragic.

The suppression of the Taiji Diagram left him unable to move, and the Sword Qi from the Pangu Banner tore through his God-Slaying Armor time and time again.

Although the System was frantically repairing it, the rate of energy consumption was simply astronomical.

"Pfft!"

Another burst of Chaos Sword Qi struck his chest.

Lin Feng slammed into the ground like a cannonball, creating a bottomless crater in the earth.

Fresh blood stained the black armor, and his consciousness began to blur.

"Is it... still not enough..."

Lin Feng lay at the bottom of the crater, looking up at the high and mighty Primordial Heaven Lord in the sky.

"It is over, Anomaly."

Primordial Heaven Lord coldly raised the Pangu Banner, gathering his final strike.

"This strike will send you to the abyss."

Just at this moment of despair.

In the sky, a rain of pink flowers suddenly began to fall.

A rich, vital energy of creation instantly filled the space between heaven and earth.

A red streak of light, like a meteor chasing the moon, blocked Lin Feng's front with incredible speed.

"Clang—!!!"

A loud noise erupted.

That seemingly delicate Red Hydrangea had actually managed to block the lethal strike of the Pangu Banner!

Primordial Heaven Lord felt his arm go numb, and the Pangu Banner was actually forced back three feet.

"Who goes there?!"

Primordial Heaven Lord was furious. He stared closely, his pupils constricting sharply, "Nuwa?! Have you lost your mind?!"

Nuwa descended slowly from the Nine Heavens, draped in radiant light.

Her breathtakingly beautiful face no longer held its usual fragility, but instead carried an unprecedented majesty and dominance.

She ignored Primordial's roar, instead turning around and landing gently in the deep crater, helping the blood-covered Lin Feng to his feet.

A pure, extreme power of creation poured continuously into Lin Feng's body.

"Can you still stand?" Nuwa asked softly, her eyes full of pity.

Lin Feng coughed up blood, looked at the peerless beauty before him, and grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth: "As long as a beauty is supporting me, I can stand up even with broken legs."

Nuwa rolled her eyes at him, then turned around to face the Three Pure Ones in the sky alone.

The Shanhe Sheji Map in her hand slowly unfolded. It did not depict mountains and rivers, but rather images of billions of the Human Race farming, studying, and reproducing.

"Nuwa! How dare you defy Teacher's decree?!" Laozi also frowned, "Do you know this is treasonous?!"

"Treasonous?"

Nuwa laughed, a laugh that was incomparably bleak yet incomparably firm.

"Senior Brother, I also wish to conform to the Heavenly Dao. But if this Heavenly Dao wishes to exterminate humanity, then what is the point of conforming to it?"

"The Human Dao is also a Dao!"

"The Human Race should strive for self-improvement; they should not be kept in captivity, and even less should they be wantonly slaughtered."

"Today, I, Nuwa, stand here not just as a Saint, but as the Mother of the Human Race."

Nuwa held the Red Hydrangea high, her voice resounding through the Three Realms:

"Luck of the Human Race, heed my command!"

"Gather!!!"

"Boom—!!!"

As Nuwa's voice fell, it was as if something in the world had awakened.

It was the cry from the hearts of billions upon billions of the Human Race, from the Eastern Victory Continent, the Southern Jambu Continent, and every other corner.

It was the will of passing the torch, an unyielding Soul.

Streams of golden Luck, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, frantically gathered from all directions, breaking through the blockade of the Taiji Diagram and pouring directly into Lin Feng's body.

[Ding! Detected massive Human Dao Luck infusion!]

[System energy instantly fully restored! And overflowing!]

[Hidden evolution path activated...]

[Congratulations Host, unlocked new form: Human Emperor · Heavenly Emperor Physique!]

"Hum!"

A golden pillar of light shot up from Lin Feng's body, directly scattering the dark Chaos clouds in the sky.

The black armor on Lin Feng's body instantly turned purple-gold. The original mechanical feel faded, replaced by a sense of imperial majesty.

Behind him, faint phantoms of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors appeared, bowing to him in greeting.

His injuries were healed.

His power surged.

Lin Feng floated slowly into the air, standing beside Nuwa, feeling the sea-like, surging power within him.

He looked at the Three Pure Ones opposite him, flames of war reigniting in his eyes, even more fanatical than before.

"Many thanks for the heal, My Lady."

Lin Feng twisted his neck, which let out a cracking sound.

"The three of you, the situation has changed."

"Two against three. Although we are still one short, I think..."

Lin Feng raised his purple-gold fist, a savage smile curling on the corner of his mouth.

"In this round, I am confident I can smash your dog heads!"