Otherwise...
"In the end, reality must be faced..."
Nuwa cast aside her fantasies and made a secret decision.
Although her divination methods were useless on humans, and she could not predict whether the human race would attack the Demon Court, or whether they would live or die, win or lose.
But even without divination, just by guessing from the strength of both sides, the chances of winning were high.
Since Nuwa did not wish to fight the Human Emperor, she abandoned that plan and thought.
Then, she could only choose reconciliation.
"Damn it!"
"I am actually forced to choose reconciliation..."
Nuwa harbored great resentment in her heart.
She resented the Human Emperor for seizing the destiny she held among the human race.
She resented the Human Emperor for occupying the position that should have belonged to Fuxi... This position of Human Emperor was originally reserved by her divination of heavenly secrets for her brother, but now it had been intercepted, and was gone.
She resented the Human Emperor for actually expelling her bloodline, calling him an unfilial wretch...
But reality was unavoidable.
Nuwa, being a Saint, possessed nearly unparalleled methods and schemes.
Naturally, she understood that since she had already abandoned the idea of being an enemy to the Human Emperor and was preparing to befriend him, which was so-called reconciliation.
She should naturally... lower her stance.
Discard all her so-called Saintly pride, submit to the human race, and express her intentions in the most humble manner possible.
The great era of the human race unifying the Great Desolation was imminent.
The era of the Heaven-Shielding Method was arriving, and the ancient methods of the Great Desolation were about to be swept into the dustbin of history.
Nuwa naturally knew how to choose.
Her greatest pleasure was to play it safe, gain destiny without expending any effort.
In the future era, there would likely be no place easier to achieve this than among the human race.
Since that was the case, she naturally had to adopt a different attitude to continue her passive existence among the human race.
Her proud stance, which allowed her to harvest human destiny, was no longer viable.
Therefore, she had to lower her stance, cater to the human race, and then, was she afraid that there would be no place for her, Nuwa, to get by?
Did her identity as the creator of the human race not exist?
Apologizing, playing the victim, weeping, displaying regret, especially... doing such things as a goddess of the Great Desolation.
Nuwa estimated that the effect would be so profound that even the Human Emperor would be moved.
At that time, it would be only natural to regain control of the human race's power through gentle means.
"Human Emperor Fang Ming..."
"After all, he is a man."
"What kind of women do men like?"
"Naturally..."
Nuwa's aura of looking down on all beings, wielding supreme authority, and treating all living things as chess pieces, the aura of a Saintly expert...
The aura of viewing all beings as fleeting illusions, manipulating their destinies with a flick of her finger...
Instantly, bit by bit, it vanished.
Nuwa's aura began to become increasingly relaxed and lively.
Her palace attire was directly replaced by a white dress with golden embroidery.
Her black hair cascaded down, her peerless beauty, her aura became increasingly girlish.
Until finally.
A maiden with a relaxed and lively aura appeared.
Her aura carried a hint of heroism, but it seemed merely decorative, only serving to attract attention.
It did not exude the dominance that would claim leadership.
"Brother Fang Ming, everything before was Nuwa's fault..."
The maiden's expression instantly shifted from lively to pitiful, the change occurring with extreme speed.
Then, she murmured to herself:
"No, the performance is too exaggerated, I should tone it down a bit."
Nuwa adjusted slightly again, correcting the discordant elements in her aura.
Finally, the transformation of her aura was complete.
Saints have their actions and their inactions. Nuwa, as a Heavenly Dao Saint, had also divined the destinies of all beings and knew all their inner thoughts, actions, and movements.
As long as she was willing to act, what kind of aura could she not portray, could she not perfectly embody?
To conform to the Heavenly Dao, one must be a Saint. If a Saint lacked the ability to perform, it would be a joke.
It was merely a matter of whether one was willing to act.
Those who conform to the Heavenly Dao also understand the distinction between strength and weakness. When strong, they naturally look down on all beings and use heaven and earth as their pawns.
When weak, they naturally understand how to change their demeanor, appearing a bit naive and sweet. Even after living for billions of years, they could claim to fall in love.
Without the bearing of a hegemon-level expert.
In terms of intelligence, in front of men, it must be lowered. Too intelligent would seize the dominant position. A little cleverness, but not too much, would be just right.
"To regain control of the human race's power, one naturally needs to leverage one's advantages."
"The idea of a man wanting to take the only Heavenly Dao female Saint as his Dao companion, isn't that also an advantage?"
"The Human Emperor Fang Ming was able to abolish my faith through gentle means."
"Why must I forcibly reclaim the human race's destiny and authority with my Saintly power? Forceful methods carry risks, it is better to choose a gentle approach."
"A Saint conforms to the Dao, and is merely powerful..."
The maiden-like Nuwa gazed into the distance.
As if she saw the downfall of the Demon Court.
"Human Emperor Fang Ming, after he destroys the Demon Court and takes control of the Heavenly Court, establishing himself as the Heavenly Emperor."
"I will go up then."
"At this time, the moment has not yet arrived..."
"I will reserve a spot in the harem first..."
"I will wait..."
To latch onto a powerful figure and soar from then on, being able to cultivate and increase strength and combat power while lying down.
The best choice, of course, was this.
As long as she succeeded, her position would be incredibly stable, and she would not have to worry about lacking human destiny to absorb.
Even without human destiny, she would surely gain the greatest benefits.
With the Human Emperor as her support, in the new era, she would likely gain far more benefits than by harvesting human destiny in the old era.
With this greater benefit, Nuwa could completely reform herself and change her personality entirely.
If changing her personality could bring greater benefits and advantages, why not change it?
Profit was the true standard that determined Nuwa's actions, good or bad.
The primitive method of harvesting human destiny was long outdated and unsuitable for the times, and should naturally be abandoned...
...
Demon Court.
After the three Great Demon Saints fell, and the corpse of the Demon Master Kunpeng was seen by the many Demon Saints and Di Jun of the Demon Court.
The scene fell into silence.
A dead, silent silence.
Not a single high-ranking demon spoke.
Perhaps they were shocked, stunned, and speechless.
But, more likely.
They dared not speak.
The White Zealous Demon Saint lowered his head and glanced slightly at the expression of the one seated at the head of the table.
Seated at the head of the table, his status transcending all innate gods and all high-ranking officials of the Demon Court.
Bearing the title of Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, Lord of Ten Thousand Races, revered by all races as the Demon Emperor, Di Jun.
A peak Quasi-Saint expert.
His face was ashen.
His powerful aura had enveloped the entire Demon Court, causing it to tremble.
Bai Ze, who was familiar with Di Jun, knew.
In this situation, Di Jun was truly enraged.
Genuine anger.
The deaths of the three Great Demon Saints.
The demise of the Demon Master Kunpeng.
The retreat of the demon army.
It symbolized that the face of the Lord of Ten Thousand Races had been truly trampled underfoot by the human race.
Fiercely trampled.
In the Great Desolation.
Today.
The Demon Emperor had lost all face.
Lost all status.
The consequence of the Demon Emperor Di Jun's face being trampled on the ground was...
Di Jun had gone mad!
He no longer had any reservations!