This is so dishonest!

Chapter 448 The Identity of the Heavenly Dao Spirit, The Great Flood of the Heavens, A Different Kind of Nuwa Mending the Sky [Two Chapters Combined, 6k]

At the summit of Yujing Mountain.

At the heart of the chaotic Dao, the battle of the sages that would determine the future order of the primordial world has come to an end.

The "Hongjun" who was resurrected through the body of Haotian, even though he had merged with the origin of the Heavenly Dao of all the heavens and myriad worlds, possessed unparalleled supernatural powers and boundless magic.

However, under the combined attack of six top sages who had already attained the state of Hunyuan and were of one mind with one spirit, they eventually fell into a disadvantageous position.

The Supreme Being's Taiji diagram transforms into a yin-yang millstone, constantly eroding his foundation of Tao.

Yu Chen's Zhuxian Sword Qi was incomparably sharp, severing his connection with the Heavenly Dao time and time again.

The six senses were sealed off by the bamboo of the guide, making it difficult for him to perceive the outside world.

Zhunti's Seven Treasures Tree swept away all things, causing his condensed Dharma body to continuously collapse.

Nuwa's Heavenly Blade contains the power to end everything, and each strike makes him feel the immense threat of his "existence" being erased.

Meanwhile, the one who appeared most composed throughout, [Yuanshi Tianzun] Xuanqing, held the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi and sat firmly in the center.

One after another, the Primordial Edicts were issued, continuously reinforcing the blockade and reshaping the disrupted order, making all of Hongjun's resistance and struggles seem so pale and powerless.

"Baby, give up, you can't beat them!"

The Three Treasures Jade Ruyi looked at the rebellious Heavenly Dao Spirit and kindly advised, "Treasure, don't be so stubborn."

"What goes around comes around. It's only natural to go back after you've been released, isn't it?"

"Be good, baby!"

Teacher Yu kept trying to persuade her.

It was as if His output was even more powerful than the attacks of the Six Saints.

The Heavenly Dao Spirit's face turned pale and then red.

The other sages couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this.

[As expected, things get interesting whenever a spiritual treasure falls into Fellow Daoist Yuanshi's hands!]

Finally, the six saints launched their last coordinated attack in perfect harmony.

Hongjun's body could no longer withstand this terrifying power and crumbled inch by inch, with golden divine blood splattering all over the altar.

He lost.

However, the defeated "Hongjun" did not show any dejection or resentment in his indifferent eyes. Instead, he exuded a terrifying and insane desire for destruction.

A pure, undisguised malice erupted from his body!

"Since that's the case... then... let's all perish together!!!"

Within his shattered body, an indescribable destructive will originating from the core of the Heavenly Dao suddenly began to spread wildly throughout the entire Primordial True Realm!
This action instantly shocked the many deities who were in various parts of the heavens, struggling to maintain the operation of the heavenly order and clean up the mess.

"What's going on? Why have the laws of Heaven suddenly become so violent? Could it be that the Heavenly Court is undergoing a change of leadership, which has angered the Heavenly Dao?"

"Wait a minute, where does the will of Heaven come from? Isn't it us, the members of the Heavenly Dao Committee, who maintain and operate it?"

"But...but this commotion truly originates from the very core of the Heavenly Dao, could it be..."

In an instant, a chilling possibility crossed the minds of all the saints.

"Could it be that Hongjun, who has been suppressed, is about to break through the seal?!"

On Mount Yujing, the six saints who directly faced this destructive will were the first to bear the brunt.

For the first time, the sage's perpetually pained face revealed genuine shock.

"Hongjun! How dare you harbor such a world-destroying thought? Have you truly gone mad?!"

"Senior brother, fellow Daoists, this guy can't afford to lose anymore. He has completely revealed his true form as a Chaos Demon God. We must eliminate him completely today to prevent future troubles!"

The Daoist Zhunti was even more direct; he roared and manifested the golden body of the Buddha.

Holding the Seven Treasures Tree in one hand and the Vajra Pestle in the other, his body radiated Buddhist light yet exuded murderous intent as he fiercely attacked "Hongjun," who was about to detonate the Heavenly Dao.

"Fellow Daoists, accept my sword!"

Without hesitation, Daoist Yu Chen flicked his left hand, and the Immortal Slaughtering Formation instantly unfolded.

Four innate killing swords, imbued with endless killing intent, soared into the sky, transforming into streams of light and falling into the hands of the four saints: Jieyin, Zhunti, Taishang, and Nuwa.

In an instant, a complete version of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation was activated, and an endless aura of killing intent instantly enveloped the entire Jade Capital Mountain.

Xuanqing, the Primordial Celestial Venerable who had been sitting calmly on the sidelines, has finally made a new move.

He slowly took out the Creation Jade Disc, which had been prepared beforehand and was missing a corner.

Divine light flowed across the jade disc, and three thousand shackles representing the rules of Heaven instantly materialized, forming a net that would completely suppress and seal the about-to-go berserk "Hongjun"!
At this critical moment, deep within the heart of "Hongjun," who was possessed by the will to destroy, it seemed that an extremely fierce battle between heaven and man was also taking place.

In his mind, a gentle voice kept persuading him.

"The immortal path values ​​life and extends boundless salvation to all beings. Have you truly forgotten the original aspiration you set for yourself? No matter what, you must always cherish great love for all living beings and never harm the slightest bit of this primordial true world."

Meanwhile, another voice, filled with violence and temptation, was frantically urging him on.

"It's not that you've let down the Primordial World, but that the Primordial World has let you down! Do you really want to be captured and taken back to be a prisoner who never sees the light of day again?"

"Let's act, Hongjun! So what if we destroy the heavens and the earth? At worst, we can recreate the earth, fire, water, and wind, cleanse everything, and recreate a new true world!"

Just as he was locked in the most intense struggle between good and evil, and was about to make his final decision!

Boom! ! !
A deafening roar that resounded throughout the universe came from the direction of Buzhou Mountain.

The entire primordial world, from the Thirty-Three Heavens to the Nine Netherworlds, and even all the heavens of the universe, was violently shaken!

This sudden and earth-shattering change startled the six saints who were exerting all their strength, causing their movements to pause for a moment.

At this moment, Hongjun, who was caught in a battle between heaven and man, suddenly came to his senses.

As if good intentions had prevailed at the last moment, the mad destructive intent in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by an incomparably clear and decisive look.

He abandoned the idea of ​​mutual destruction and instead seized this unique and rare opportunity created by the stagnation of the Six Saints.

"break!!!"

He let out a deafening roar, deliberately detonating all connections between himself and the Haotian Dao Body!
Hongjun suddenly broke free from the shackles of the three thousand Heavenly Dao.

Countless dazzling rays of heavenly light flew out from between his brows.

"Don't be so smug!"

"I'll be back!"

After leaving behind such a polite remark, this "Heavenly Essence" completely abandoned the constraints of Haotian's body.

He transformed into countless points of light, rushing towards the deep and boundless river of time and space like a flood bursting its banks, hoping to escape.

"Where to go!"

The six sages reacted with incredible speed, instantly regaining their senses and shouting angrily in unison, immediately attempting to block the river of time and space.

Nuwa and Yu Chen Daojun moved swiftly, heading upstream to chase after the fragments that had fled into the past.

The Guide and the Cundi, riding on golden lotuses, chased after the downstream that was rushing towards the future.

[Yuanshi Tianzun] Xuanqing and Taishang each offered their supreme treasures to suppress the world and retrieve the fragments scattered at the current point in time.

The six sages joined forces, possessing unparalleled supernatural powers, and in an instant, they retrieved most of the fragments of "Heavenly Dao Essence" from the river of time and space and resealed them.

Why say the vast majority, and not all?

Because, amidst the chaos that was being suppressed, Xuan Qing's fingers twitched slightly, seemingly unintentionally.

This seemingly insignificant moment allowed a small group of the most crucial and agile fragments to slip through the net like fish, successfully evading all blockades and disappearing completely into the misty depths of the river of time.

This scene, however, did not escape the eyes of the Supreme Being.

Looking at Xuan Qing's calm and collected demeanor, as if nothing had happened, Tai Shang instantly understood.

[I knew it! How could the Heavenly Dao Spirit, which was being suppressed perfectly well, suddenly break free and cause such a commotion?]

[After all this fuss, it turns out there really was some shady dealing involved!]

He asked directly, "Is this Heavenly Dao Spirit not Hongjun himself?"

Taishang doubted that, from beginning to end, Hongjun was still in the process of merging with the Dao and had not actually recovered.

What the Fusang Emperor revived was Xuanqing's primordial primordial energy incarnation that had once impersonated Hongjun.

"Yes and no," Xuanqing replied telepathically.

"What do you mean?"

Xuanqing said, "The Fusang Emperor was resurrected as a true essence of the Heavenly Dao, relying on another Jade Disc of Creation."

"However, this Heavenly Dao Essence is mixed with many things, such as Hongjun's Three Corpse Divine Thoughts."

“Hongjun’s true form definitely did not appear.”

The Supreme Lord nodded slightly and asked again, "What have you done this time?"

"Nothing much."

Xuanqing responded: "I simply reversed the original incarnation of the Primordial Qi, occupied the position of Hongjun's benevolent corpse, and made it the benevolent thought of the Heavenly Dao Essence."

"You can think of it this way: Tiandao Jing now has a political commissar by his side, who is specifically there to do ideological work for him."

"Commissioned political commissar? Is that even allowed?" Tai Shang's lips twitched.

Unexpectedly, Xuanqing was able to quietly orchestrate the resurrection of Hongjun.

If Dao Ran Tianzun were to become your political commissar, what kind of state would this Heavenly Dao essence be corrupted into?
"No wonder you dared to let Him go!" The Supreme One mourned for the Heavenly Dao Spirit.

"You have to have confidence in Him. I think this Heavenly Dao Spirit will definitely achieve great things."

Xuan Qing smiled and said, "Perhaps we'll still need His help in the future Great Conferment of Gods in the Heavens. It would be such a pity to capture him now."

"Furthermore, we must give Fellow Daoist Hongjun a chance to prove himself superior."

"Otherwise, how can we get Fellow Daoist Luo Hou to fulfill his vow of 'the devil is one zhang higher'?"

Upon hearing this, the Supreme Lord gave Xuanqing a thumbs up.

"You're the best!"

The mission of the Heavenly Dao Spirit has been clearly arranged, so what else is there to say?
"Alright, let's go, it's time for us to go down on the field and be the referees."

Xuanqing looked to the other side.

"Of course, before that, we need to save the world!"

~~~~~
When Gonggong angrily struck Buzhou Mountain, the resulting power of heaven and earth was far more terrifying and immense than anyone could have imagined.

The mere wisp of divine power emanating from the depths of Pangu's spine was enough to ruthlessly crush the [Primordial Qilin].

The five spirited Qilin Kings, who believed that the revival of their race was in sight, were the first to be hit. Three of them, along with their true spirits and Dao fruits, were instantly killed.

Even the White Tiger God, who was burdened with the path of slaughter, was grazed by this power. His divine body cracked inch by inch, and his primordial spirit dimmed like a candle in the wind. He almost perished in both body and spirit.

If it weren't for the fact that at the most critical moment, Emperor Changsheng Zhen Yuanzi exerted all his strength to push the Earth Book's defenses to the limit and forcefully withstood the strongest wave of impact, their "base-stealing team" would probably have been completely wiped out here.

"Supervisor... Supervising Soldier... Fellow Daoist, are you still alive?"

The surviving Earth-type Qilin King asked in a trembling voice.

"Cough cough... Luckily... I'm not quite dead yet."

The soldier responded weakly, and with each word he uttered, a large amount of golden divine blood gushed from his mouth.

"Well, I suggest you just die now." Zhen Yuanzi clutched his chest and shakily stood up from the deep pit.

He slowly raised his head, gazing up at the still towering, unmoving sacred mountain, and murmured to himself.

"This time... the karmic consequences we've incurred are truly immeasurable!"

Upon hearing this, Jianbing, the White Tiger God, also forced himself to raise his head and looked in the direction Zhen Yuanzi was looking.

For a moment, I was even a little lost in thought.

In the vast void, the body of Gonggong, the Ancestral Witch of Water, was already torn to pieces. Crimson blood of the Ancestral Witch, like poignant raindrops, filled the sky. He lay dead on the spot.

But Mount Buzhou, the colossal pillar supporting the entire primordial world, remained completely intact, without even a single crack. Yes, no matter how stubborn Gonggong was, no matter how much he burned his last breath, he ultimately failed to damage the very foundation of Mount Buzhou.

As the core of the entire Primordial True World, the towering spine of Pangu is not something that can be easily knocked down by any random god.

If that's the case, then what is Zhen Yuan surprised about, and what is he afraid of?

The answer is simple: the Primordial Realm is fine, but the myriad realms are in trouble!

Moreover, something big has happened!

In the past, in order to guide all living beings to attain the Dao of Taiyi, Xuanqing issued the supreme decree of "no taboos" in Zixiao Palace.

This greatly inspired the gods and powerful beings of the primordial world.

Thus, from the highest level of the Great Luo Supreme to the lowest level of the Immortal Golden Immortal, everyone displayed their talents in the endless myriad realms.

Based on the Primordial Realm, they created countless Primordial Worlds of different levels and timelines.

Now, Gonggong angrily struck Buzhou Mountain, causing the spine of Pangu, which had been dormant for countless years, to erupt with its eternal and indestructible divine power in its instinctive defense.

This influence, like ripples, instantly spread throughout the countless realms of the universe.

Especially those "derivative worlds" that take the Primordial True World as their "prototype" and highly imitate its worldview and historical process, were immediately struck by a terrible misfortune.

The pillar of their world has truly collapsed!
In an instant, countless scenarios similar to "Gonggong's wrathful collision with Buzhou Mountain" unfolded in various ways throughout the myriad realms.

In some worlds, it was a demon god who broke the heavenly tree.

In some worlds, it was giant beasts that destroyed the central divine tower.

In some worlds, the core servers of technological civilizations have been implanted with an ultimate virus called "Gonggong," causing the physical laws of the entire world to collapse on the spot.

Even those worlds that were not closely connected to the Primordial True Realm and only had the concept of "Heavenly Pillar" were affected to varying degrees.

At this very moment, all the countless worlds, large and small, were simultaneously struck by a colossal flood that swept across the entire globe!

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In a vast martial arts world called "Nine Provinces," the world is supported by the legendary "Jianmu Divine Tree."

The martial arts dynasty of this world is at its peak. The emperor leads a million-strong martial arts army in a final battle against the demonic sect that attempts to overthrow the world, under the Jianmu tree.

Suddenly, the Demon Lord, a peerless demon who had cultivated the ancient water magic form, turned his eyes bloodshot.

He let out a roar of grief and indignation, his body transforming into a towering black water dragon, recklessly crashing into the Jianmu Divine Tree that pierced the clouds.

“Boom—Crack!!!”

The Jianmu tree snapped in response, its verdant canopy crashing down like a toppled world, carrying endless branches and leaves and shattered void.

Immediately afterwards, the "Heavenly River" connected to the Jianmu tree lost its fulcrum, and like a breached dam, the Weak Water, containing destructive power, poured down in an overwhelming torrent.

In an instant, the entire world of Kyushu was plunged into a vast ocean of apocalypse.

In another magical universe, at the center of the world stands a colossal mountain range known as the "Spine of the World."

It maintains the elemental balance of the entire world.

At this moment, the elemental plane suddenly erupted into chaos, and the water elemental lord and the fire elemental lord were defeated in their battle.

In a fit of rage, he committed suicide by crashing violently into the "Spine of the World".

Mountains collapsed, the Earth's core trembled, and the magical network that kept the world running instantly collapsed.

The waters of the endless sea, freed from all the constraints of laws, began to rush wildly inland.

The colossal waves, towering thousands of feet high, easily engulfed the elves' magical forests, submerged the dwarves' iron fortresses, and turned the orcs' wastelands into a vast swamp.

One world after another.
The floodwaters completely overflowed.

"Alas, now, the hard work and dedication of so many fellow cultivators in their pursuit of enlightenment will likely be destroyed in an instant."

After the six saints descended, Saint Zhunti looked at the apocalyptic scene before him and couldn't help but put his hands together, his face filled with compassion.

“All living beings are suffering; we must begin to save the world immediately.”

"I'll do it," Nuwa's clear, cold voice rang out, without the slightest hesitation.

With a flicker, her figure transformed into countless rays of seven-colored divine light, brimming with boundless creative energy, and entered the turbulent and chaotic river of time and space.

With her supreme power of creation, she embarked on an immense and arduous mission to mend the heavens and save the world.

However, what she wanted to mend was not this perfectly intact Primordial Realm.

Rather, it is the endless heavens and myriad worlds that are heading towards destruction!

In that instant, the river of time and space boiled over.

In a vast world of immortals and heroes that is ninety percent similar to the Primordial Realm.

The Heavenly Emperor of this world is leading the gods of the Heavenly Court in a final battle against the twelve Demon Lords who rose from the depths of the earth.

As the two sides were locked in fierce combat, suddenly, the towering peak that served as the backdrop of the battlefield unleashed a terrifying divine power that made all the immortals and gods tremble.

Immediately afterwards, to everyone's horrified gaze, the Water Demon Lord seemed to be controlled by an inexplicable destiny, letting out an unwilling roar, and involuntarily crashing headfirst into the towering peak.

"boom--!!!"

The sky has truly fallen.

The pillar supporting the entire world snapped in two, casting a massive shadow over the earth.

The waters of the Milky Way, mixed with countless shattered stars, poured down like the Milky Way from the heavens, instantly submerging mountains and swallowing cities.

Whether immortal or demon, human or monster, all appear so insignificant and powerless in the face of this cataclysmic natural disaster.

Just when all living beings were in despair, a seven-colored ray of light gently pierced through the thick clouds of calamity.

A woman dressed in palace attire, with unparalleled beauty, emerged from the rosy glow, her eyes filled with compassion and pity.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the torrential waters of the Milky Way were miraculously held aloft by an invisible force, temporarily halting in mid-air.

Then, she took the broken half of the divine mountain and used supreme divine fire to refine it into pieces of colorful divine stones.

Holding the divine stone, she flew towards the hole in the sky and, with her unparalleled power of creation, painstakingly repaired the shattered heavens, piece by piece.

Upon witnessing this miracle, all the people knelt down and kowtowed, chanting the holy name of "Goddess Nuwa".

On the other side, in a cyberpunk world where technology and cultivation coexist.

Supporting the entire balance between the virtual and the real world is the quantum divine tree located at the center of the world—"World Tree Buzhou".

At this moment, the core database of this World Tree is suffering from an irresistible logical shock originating from the "Root Universe".

The ultimate destructive command, named "Gonggong," bypassed all firewalls and detonated directly at the core level.

"Warning! Warning! The world's fulcrum is collapsing!"

"The Celestial Protocol has failed! The gravitational constant is disordered! Spatial dimensions are collapsing!"

The cold, emotionless alarm sounded in every corner of the world.

Countless cyber cities suspended in the air, like spaceships that had lost power, were belching thick smoke and trailing long streaks of fire as they plummeted straight down towards the land below, which was submerged by the data turbulence.

The so-called "Great Flood" here manifests as an endless "data storm" capable of formatting everything.

Just moments before all life was about to be completely "erased" by this storm.

A gentle consciousness silently entered the mainframe of this world.

She didn't use any complex code; she simply rewrote the collapsed underlying logic with the purest will to "create."

She used the "Five Elements" as a new programming language and "Yin and Yang" as a new framework to stabilize the "World Tree" system, which had been destroyed by the "Gonggong" instruction.

Those fallen immortal cities were supported in mid-air by soft green lights, the broken data chains were repaired, and the chaotic laws were reorganized.

This cyber world, on the verge of destruction, was given a new life in her hands.

On another frontier, there was a wild world where the demon race was thriving and the human race was weak.

Mount Buzhou in this world is revered as the "Sacred Mountain of Ten Thousand Demons," a place of pilgrimage for all demons.

However, today, this sacred mountain has become a nightmare for all the demon races.

Under the impact of the source, the sacred mountain collapsed, and endless chaotic energy poured down, transforming into "chaotic primordial water" that could corrupt all living beings, sweeping across the land.

Countless demons lost their intelligence in this "flood" and degenerated into beasts that only knew how to kill.

The world was about to be completely reduced to a chaotic demonic realm.

A stunningly beautiful woman, adorned with a robe of phoenix feathers, descended upon the summit of the collapsed sacred mountain.

She looked down at the demons struggling in pain, a hint of pity in her eyes.

She took five-colored divine soil and molded it into humans, but they were not human.

What she created were the "Five-Colored Divine Beings" who possessed the power of "purification" and "order".

These divine beings plunged into the chaotic torrent, sacrificing themselves to transform the filthy "primordial chaos water" back into the purest innate spiritual energy, nourishing this land.

She then plucked the feet of the giant turtle from the North Sea, transforming them into four new pillars that once again supported the crumbling sky.

……

Nuwa is sometimes the goddess who mends the sky, sometimes the holy mother who saves the world, and sometimes the creator who reshapes the laws of nature.

Single-handedly, she turned the tide and saved the collapsing edifice, protecting countless innocent and vulnerable beings in this immense catastrophe that swept across all realms.

At this moment, her merits were growing wildly at an incredible speed, and the immeasurable golden light of her merits almost dyed the entire river of time and space into a dazzling gold.

"Let's go help too."

Xuan Qing gave a greeting, and then his figure walked into various timelines.

Slaying the giant turtle, erecting the pillar of heaven, forging the Heaven-Turning Seal. Again and again.

Jieyin, Zhunti, Yuchen, and Taishang all took action, employing a variety of methods to save the world.

Of course, the Six Sages, in their efforts to save the world, also had their moments of whimsy.

For example, in some worlds, the Supreme Being also revealed the name of Nuwa to refine stones and mend the sky.
“Fellow Daoist, I am helping you spread your fame, no need to thank me!” said the Supreme One.

The Primordial Realm, the Northern Sea.

That dark and deep seabed, perpetually covered by endless ice.

The black tortoise has fallen into a deep sleep.

He had been asleep for far too long, so long that he himself had forgotten the passage of time.

His breath was the ebb and flow of the Northern Sea.

His heartbeat was the tremor of the earth's veins in this far north.

However, today, this ancient being, who has been asleep for countless eons, is having an unprecedented nightmare.

In his dream, he saw himself.

He saw himself being forcibly awakened from his slumber by a group of people who called themselves "saints".

Then, he was brutally killed again and again in various ways.

His indestructible tortoise shell, which even innate treasures could not damage in the slightest, was used by them as a huge pot to refine the so-called "five-colored divine stone".

His four incredibly strong legs, capable of supporting the heavens and the earth, were mercilessly cut off and used as new "pillars of heaven".

His flesh and blood were used to nourish the earth.

His primordial spirit was used to fill the void left by the Heavenly Dao.

In his dreams, he died again and again, dying horribly each time.

The pain of each death was incredibly real and incredibly clear.

"no, do not want……"

The enormous black tortoise, in its slumber, let out an unconscious groan filled with fear and unease.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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