The saints stared at Zhunti with strange eyes. Zhunti was so uncomfortable that he forced himself to smile and said, "Disciple just said he could consider it."

It's intentional, but not exactly.

Hongjun said meaningfully: "This is a great opportunity to revitalize the West. If you can get a Tianwai Tiantian, you can give priority to the resources of this Tianwai Tian to the West."

When Zhunti heard Hongjun's words, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis. He knew that this was oppression from a great aspiration, and the way of heaven did not allow him to give up the opportunity to revitalize the West easily.

He smiled bitterly: "Teacher, it's important, let me think about it for a while."

Hongjun nodded slowly.

The sense of crisis that was lingering in Zhunti's heart gradually faded, and he glanced at Sanqing and Nuwa quietly. Although the four saints looked deaf, he knew that they were all watching him joke.

He felt very upset. If he had known that the teacher was just talking, he would have not mentioned a single word.

Take the bamboo shoots, what about fishing?

Zhunti glanced at Jie Yin again and found that Jie Yin's face was also a little ugly, and knew that Jie Yin also felt the oppression of the great aspirations.

Although this pressure disappeared temporarily due to Hongjun's permission, it will eventually come back. Zhunti probably cannot escape the fate of being on the list.

When the next time the Tianbei releases the list, the reputation of Western Buddhism will be completely terrible. Thinking of this, Zhunti's expression was aloof, and even the joy of conquering the Styx was gone.

It's embarrassing! It's so embarrassing!

Perhaps because of the unexpected surprise, Hongjun turned his indifferent expression and said to the saints with a kind look: "Nuwa will tell the human race about this matter, and I will notify the quasi-saints of the prehistoric world. All of them will be dispersed."

"Yes, teacher!"

The saints bowed and then were pushed out of Zixiao Palace by an irresistible force. In the blink of an eye, Zixiao Palace disappeared in chaos and disappeared.

Zhunti and Jie Yin had no intention of greeting other saints at this time. They were in a hurry to go back and discuss the list. They bowed to Sanqing and Nuwa and returned to the West without any nostalgia.

Yuanshi Tianzun said sarcastically: "When I see them next time, I may have to give them more face for the teacher."

Lao Tzu said calmly: "There are benefits for the prosperity of the West in the entire prehistoric world. If they really choose to be on the list, it will be considered as an indelible contribution to the prehistoric world. We should not laugh at them for this."

Yuanshi Tianzun curled his lips and said nothing.

Nuwa bowed and said, "Three fellow Taoists, I'll take one step first."

Nuwa said goodbye to Sanqing and flew straight to the largest human settlement in the prehistoric world. She hid in the clouds and observed the human race below, and her mood was a bit complicated.

The human race is not born with all kinds of strange abilities like other prehistoric creatures. The human race only has a body suitable for cultivation, and everything must start from scratch. In this prosperous era where Daluo is not as good as a dog, living a humbler than an ant in this prehistoric era where Daluo is not as good as a dog.

The birth of the human race was too short. Even with the attention of many saints, there are still a very small number of people who have the power to protect themselves by becoming immortals. In the chaotic times when the two Lich clans were fighting endlessly, most human races lived an extremely difficult life.

Some time ago, in order to forge a spiritual treasure called the Witch Slaying Sword, the demon clan sent demon soldiers and generals to slaughter the human race, causing the human race that had just improved was severely damaged again.

Looking around at this moment, I can see the devastation.

Nuwa didn't know how she should face the human race. She was revered as the Holy Mother by the human race by creating a saint, but she was also a saint of the demon race, and the demon race was destined to be replaced by the human race...

She hid in the clouds and looked into the human tribe, and could still see her statue enshrined in a conspicuous position. She sighed in her heart and revealed her Dharma image in the air.

The auspicious purple air flew from the east like silk, and the clouds in the sky turned into colorful auspicious clouds. The golden light of merit illuminated the earth nearing dusk like sunlight, and a soft face gradually emerged.

The human race looked up blankly and their eyes fell on their soft faces. They were a little disbelief, but they recognized it at a glance.

"Holy Virgin!"

"Nuwa!"

“…”

Although Nuwa has never helped the human race, Nuwa's position in the human race has always been unshakable, because Nuwa is the creator of the human race no matter what.

People looked up at Nuwa with excitement or crying.

A human tribe

A little baby ran to the old man and reached out to wipe his tears: "Grandpa Taizu, why did you cry? Is it because you have no food to eat? It doesn't matter, I can hold back my hunger!"

The little doll spoke like an adult, while the old man cried like a child. He looked at Nuwa with tears in his face, choking so hard that he couldn't speak.

He was the first human race that Nuwa personally pinched. To him, Nuwa was his mother. At this moment, the weakness and grievances that had been accumulated in the heart for many years that could not be exposed to the young people could no longer be suppressed, and it flowed down from his eyes.

"Mother......"

In a trance, he seemed to see Nuwa turning her head to look at him.

Nuwa sighed in her heart.

Although the old man's appearance was very different from the past, she still felt the familiar aura on the old man and knew that this old man was one of the clay figures she had made with her hands back then.

Nuwa whispered: "You have suffered all these years."

When the old man heard Nuwa's voice, he could no longer hold back and cried like a child: "Wuwuwu..."

Nuwa was filled with mixed feelings and couldn't say anything uncomfortable, but she did not forget her mission. She restrained her emotions and said: "From today, the human race will take on the important task of exploring the heavens and promoting the evolution of the prehistoric world for the selected race."

The human race was a little confused.

Nuwa gritted her teeth and added: "From now on, the two lichs will not have any disputes with the human race!"

There was a loud bang between heaven and earth: "Thank you!"

Countless human races thanked each other for their gratitude. They did not know what the sky was, nor did they know how to promote the evolution of the prehistoric world. But they understood the last sentence, that is, Nuwa personally protected the human race!

The Holy Mother has stood up for the human race!

The human race has never been resentful to Nuwa because Nuwa did not help the human race, otherwise they would not continue to worship Nuwa statues. They just don’t understand why Nuwa didn’t help them, and they were worried that Nuwa would give up on them if she despised them for being too weak.

At this moment, this question that has troubled the human race for many years has finally been answered. Regardless of whether the Lich clans will restrain their persecution of the human race, the human race will be grateful to Nuwa.

"You shouldn't say this. You should be clear that the human race must go through enough hardships to bear the glory of the future."

Hongjun's voice sounded in Nuwa's ears, and at the same time she felt a great pressure, even the body of a saint trembled slightly.
Chapter completed!