As the sun set behind the western mountains, nightfall followed.
The moon had just started to rise, attempting to light the path of escape for the Human Race, yet it was quickly obscured by the thick mass of dark clouds.
Above the frigid Gang Winds of the Nine Heavens, golden-armored Demon Gods wielding sharp weapons looked down upon the various tribes of the Human Race. Their gazes were likened to beasts eyeing their prey and farmers admiring their domestic fowls.
From the day the Human Race was born, the Demon Clan had never once deemed them worthy of a direct glance.
Nuwa was revered as the Wa Emperor by their Demon Clan, a Saint of their own—almost all of the Demon Clan firmly believed in this!
In fact, whether it was Emperor Xi or Wa Emperor who were worshipped, both were Innate Great Gods born at the dawn of Creation of Heaven and Earth, having no relation to the Demon Clan.
