CHAPTER 958: CHAPTER 977: A PATHETIC END

Clang!

Ye Xuan’s eyes flashed coldly as he flipped his hand and sent out the Xuanhuang Sword, but the sword also tore a huge wound in his palm, with blood continuously flowing from his palm.

"Die."

Shhh shhh shhh!

Nuwa seemed almost insane, her hatred for Ye Xuan reaching its peak, the Xuanhuang Sword in her hand too sharp, transforming into countless sword rays constantly attacking Ye Xuan.

Clang clang clang!

A series of metal clashing sounds echoed, and Ye Xuan fell completely to the disadvantage, as Nuwa relentlessly pressed on Ye Xuan, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

"Such... such terrifying cultivation... how is this possible?"

Kong Xuan’s eyes were solemn, anxiety leaking from his words, as Nuwa’s combat power was too fearsome, even Ye Xuan showed signs of defeat.

"Don’t worry, Ye Xuan definitely won’t lose." The Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden quickly voiced out, trying to calm the panic among the Heavenly Court’s people.

Rumble!

Time passed moment by moment, the battle lasted for half a day, and Ye Xuan was consistently suppressed by Nuwa, yet he could always avoid her fatal blows.

"Ye Xuan, let’s end this, let it all end."

Suddenly, Nuwa stopped pursuing Ye Xuan, distancing herself in an instant, her expression dignified and solemn as the thick Power of Human Dao surged within her.

At this moment.

Ye Xuan was badly injured, with numerous bloodstains reddening his clothes, appearing somewhat disheveled, yet his expression remained indifferent and calm, without any sign of panic.

Looking up to the heavens in silence, unfazed by the earth’s tremors—this phrase fully explained Ye Xuan’s current state.

"A pathetic and hateful person, indeed it should end."

Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, revealing no trace of momentum, quietly observing Nuwa. He neither summoned the Silent Annihilation Battle Armor nor called forth the Heavenly Punishment Halberd, not even raising his cultivation a bit, yet an air of solitude seeped out of him.

"Facing death, you still dare boast?"

Nuwa sneered continuously, as having used only seventy percent of her cultivation, she had already forced Ye Xuan to retreat repeatedly; she had played with Ye Xuan enough, and now intended to elevate her cultivation to its peak, aiming to scatter Ye Xuan’s soul completely.

Rumble!

The Power of Human Dao connected heaven and earth, Nuwa’s aura rapidly climbing, the Xuanhuang Sword resonating under the infusion of the Power of Human Dao, even changing the color of heaven and earth, a world-suppressing might erupting from Nuwa.

A moment of crisis, a life-or-death calamity.

The power Nuwa displayed was almost world-ending, bringing a sense of mortal danger to everyone in the Thirty-Three Layered Heaven, and the attending Quasi-Saints and Daoist factions at the coronation ceremony screamed in horror, eager to escape this Death Desolate Land.

Yet before anyone could act, the events that followed left them stunned on the spot.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a piercing scream rang out, and Nuwa, previously smug, painfully clutched her head, the Xuanhuang Sword in her hand shockingly shattered, transforming into four light clusters floating in the void.

But this wasn’t the end, as the Power of Human Dao within Nuwa went berserk, the once thick and simple power turning into seven-colored radiance, instantly pouring into her brow, causing her to scream in agony as she plummeted toward the earth.

Bang!

A loud crash sounded, with Nuwa landing heavily atop Buzhou Mountain, writhing painfully on the ground, the Power of Human Dao within her chaotically turbulent, as if she were enduring an unprecedented catastrophe.

"What... what happened?"

This scene sparked a cacophony of discussions, everyone’s gaze towards Nuwa filled with disbelief, as not long ago Nuwa had shown a stance of overwhelming Ye Xuan, exhibiting an invincible cultivation—how could she end up like this?

"Her... her cultivation is disappearing!"

Kong Xuan shouted in shock, revealing Nuwa’s current state, which left everyone extremely astonished, quickly scrutinizing Nuwa’s cultivation, only to find that her cultivation was indeed falling, all the way to the Golden Immortal Realm.

Above the heavens.

Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression still serene and calm, as if Nuwa’s current predicament had long been within his expectations.

Woosh!

Ye Xuan waved his hand, instantly drawing the four light clusters transformed from the Xuanhuang Sword into his palm, then casually strolled toward the peak of Buzhou Mountain.

"Ah... how... how could this happen?"

Nuwa writhed painfully on the ground, blood spurting from her mouth, her body convulsing violently, seemingly undergoing a terrifying torment.

"You forcibly merged the Power of Human Dao, destroying the Human Clan’s destiny. Your cultivation seemed to reach its peak, but the Power of Human Dao is, in essence, nurtured by the Human Clan’s emotions. When you forcibly elevate your cultivation to its peak, it naturally leads to a backlash from the Power of Human Dao."

"As they say, cause and effect are linked, the consequences of your actions must be paid by you, and today I don’t need to kill you, you will vanish under the backlash of the Power of Human Dao." Ye Xuan casually walked to Nuwa, overlooking her, a touch of pity and sigh in his eyes.

"Impossible... impossible... I don’t believe it!"

Nuwa screamed in madness, trying hard to circulate her cultivation to stand, but her mind was inundated with distractions, the Human Clan’s emotions constantly assaulting her Saint Heart, not only rapidly dropping her cultivation, but her appearance also starting to age.

Nuwa destroyed the Human Clan’s destiny, forcibly merged with the Power of Human Dao, yet how could the Power of Human Dao acknowledge her? It would only wildly backlash against her.

If anyone could simply usurp the Power of Human Dao to become a Saint, then the Three Emperors of the Human Clan wouldn’t diligently guard the Fire Cloud Cave, as they know the Power of Human Dao needs to be connected with the Human Clan’s destiny, more so nurturing the will of all of humanity within.

If Nuwa had not forcibly elevated her cultivation to its peak, she wouldn’t have suffered this calamity, but she hated Ye Xuan too much, and thus reaped what she sowed.

"As for the Xuanhuang Sword in your hand, it is indeed an unparalleled Divine Weapon, capable of harming my flesh, but unfortunately, you rushed things, how can mere hundreds of years truly forge a Chaos Divine Weapon? You forcibly merged three Spiritual Treasures with the Xuanhuang Stone, hastily crafting it to duel with me, this is what led to your failure."

Ye Xuan recounted nonchalantly, from start to finish never seeing Nuwa as a match, because Nuwa was merely a failure, not worthy of being in Ye Xuan’s eyes.

"Moreover, you are merely a pawn in someone else’s hand, destined to face death and the dissipation of the Dao, truly pitiful and sad."

Ye Xuan sighed, then turned to look toward a section of the void.

"Am I right, Daoist Luo Hou?"

Pa—pa—pa.

A round of clapping echoed, as distant void flickered, revealing two figures emerging, precisely Luo Hou and Gu Beichen.

"Daoist Ye truly remarkable, truly admirable by this ancestor."

Luo Hou walked over the Heavenly Vault with a smile, nodding with appreciation toward Ye Xuan, never turning to glance at Nuwa.

"Luo Hou?"

"It was you... you harmed me?"

Upon Luo Hou’s appearance, Nuwa shouted tremblingly, understanding all at once—everything she had done was within Luo Hou’s schemes, completely manipulated by him.

"Noisy."

Luo Hou frowned, flicking a spell with his fingers, as the Destructive Demon Lotus hanging above Nuwa’s head suddenly oscillated, pouring out a cascade of Dark Demon Fire, engulfing Nuwa in an instant.

"Ah!"

Nuwa screamed in agony as the Dark Demon Fire was too dreadful, directly burning her skin, rolling painfully in the demon fire, holding a voice full of venomous curses.

"Luo Hou, may you die a horrible death!"

"Ye... Ye Xuan... you... don’t be smug... I... as a pawn... you’re just making a wedding dress for others... I curse the two of you to scatter forever...!"

"Ah!"

Nuwa cried miserably, unable to finish her venomous curse, transforming into a charred skeleton, her soul truly scattering between Heaven and Earth.