Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The northern frontier,

Before the North Heavenly Gate, which was suspended in the void, a section of the void suddenly shattered, and Zhu Rong's figure burst out from it.

Watching the figures of Yingzhao, Jiuying, and other demon saints disappear into the North Heavenly Gate.

His face was extremely gloomy, and his breath was also somewhat weak!

In the past, he would not have paid much attention to this kind of consumption.

Now his vital energy has been completely depleted, and every step he takes on this journey is consuming his remaining essence.

But he still caught up with us.

The North Heavenly Gate is the passage connecting the primordial wilderness with the Heavenly Realm, the stronghold of the demon race.

As long as the demon race passes through this gate and hides in the celestial realm, they can rest easy.

And at this moment...

Watching the figures of Bai Ze, Jiu Ying, Gui Che, Bi Fang, and other demon saints disappear one after another behind that door.

The North Heavenly Gate slowly closed.

Only a faint ray of light flickered through the crack in the door, as if mocking his incompetence.

Zhu Rong's eyes instantly turned red.

He wanted to rush in, to chase after them, and to take some of these demon saints with him.

However, the power of the Heavenly Dao permeating the North Heavenly Gate clearly told him that even at his peak, he could not break open this North Heavenly Gate.

But now, how much fighting power does he still have?

He could only stand outside the door and watch it slowly close!

"ah......!"

He roared and slammed his fist into the North Heavenly Gate.

boom!!!

The enormous fist collided with the North Heavenly Gate, producing a tremendous sound.

The power of the Heavenly Dao that permeated the gate dissipated slightly, only to spread back again.

The door remained completely still!

"Destroy it!"

This thought suddenly surged into Zhu Rong's mind.

As long as this North Heavenly Gate is destroyed, cutting off the demon race's escape route, those demons who escaped inside will never have a chance to return to the prehistoric world.

The ancient land still belongs to the Wu tribe!

He raised his head, preparing to burn the last of his ancestral witch essence, intending to destroy the North Heavenly Gate through self-destruction.

But just then...

A familiar voice echoed in his heart.

"Zhurong!"

The voice was soft, yet it carried a deep sadness.

Zhu Rong was stunned!

"Little sister...!" he murmured.

"Brother Zhurong!" The sound of vomiting rang out again. "The remaining members of the Wu tribe need your protection."

Zhu Rong remained silent!

"If you perish!" Houtu continued, "what will happen to the rest of our people?"

The divine fire that had been burning around Zhurong slowly died down.

He looked at the completely closed portal and seemed to see the expressions of relief on the faces of the demons behind it.

His eyes were filled with resentment, anger, and murderous intent.

But all he could think was that Houtu was right.

The witch clan still needs him.

Those hundreds of millions of people still need his protection as the ancestral witch, and need him to shelter them from the wind and rain.

He took a deep breath and slowly turned around.

I will no longer go to see the North Heavenly Gate.

They stopped looking and fled into the celestial realm as demons.

He tore through the void and flew towards Mount Buzhou.

Mount Buzhou, on the battlefield between the Lich King and the Demon King.

As Zhu Rong chased after the quasi-saints of the demon race, Gong Gong was standing in the void.

He looked around at the primordial power left behind by the self-destruction of the Ancestral Witches.

Looking at the mountains of corpses piled up on the battlefield, and the earth stained red.

The crimson in Gonggong's eyes grew increasingly intense.

Especially when he saw one demon quasi-saint after another hiding inside the North Heavenly Gate, and saw Zhu Rong roaring helplessly in front of the North Heavenly Gate.

On what grounds?

Why were his brothers killed in battle, while those demon saints were able to hide inside that gate and continue to roam freely between heaven and earth?

Why is it that his brothers' bodies were completely destroyed, while those demon saints were able to hide safely in the Heavenly Realm...?

Why should I?!

Why should I?!

The crimson light in his eyes grew stronger and more terrifying!

In his mind, an idea was growing wildly.

The demon race fled to the celestial realm.

They wanted to use that door to isolate themselves from the primordial chaos.

No.

no way!

He would rather die than let those demons have an easy time.

He would rather die than let them be buried with him.

He suddenly raised his hand and looked at the majestic Buzhou Mountain.

That is the backbone of God the Father!

That is the ancestral land of the Wu tribe!

That is the pillar that supports heaven and earth.

The celestial realm is able to hang high in the nine heavens precisely because of the existence of Mount Buzhou.

Gonggong's ferocious face broke into a mad smile.

"The demon race wants to rely on the celestial realm to recuperate and rebuild..."

He murmured, his voice hoarse, yet filled with a sense of madness.

"I won't give in!"

"I want all the monsters... to be buried together!"

He suddenly turned around and looked towards the direction of the North Heavenly Gate.

The person, still conscious, whispered.

"Zhurong!"

"The Witch Clan is now in your hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly transformed into a streak of blue light and rushed straight towards Mount Buzhou.

Buzhou Mountain!

The first sacred mountain in the primordial world, formed from the spine of Pangu.

It has stood here since the beginning of time, for countless billions of years.

It supports heaven and earth, breathing in and out endless spiritual energy.

It has nurtured countless innate deities and witnessed the birth and death of countless living beings.

He stood there quietly, silent, majestic, and eternal.

But at this moment!

A beam of blue light struck him directly.

The aura emanating from that blue light was so comforting.

Mount Buzhou allowed the blue light to fall directly onto it and penetrate its core.

boom!

A deep, muffled roar echoed inside Buzhou Mountain.

The next moment, the world changed color, and bolts of divine lightning exploded in the void, as if the heavens and earth were roaring in anger!

A sense of sorrow welled up in the hearts of billions of living beings throughout the primordial world.

Click!

At the same time, a cracking sound came from inside Buzhou Mountain.

Although the sound was faint, it resounded throughout the entire prehistoric world.

All living beings, whether they were the dragons in the sea eye beneath the abyss, the phoenixes in the earth veins beneath the immortal volcano, or the creatures in the blessed lands of immortal mountains concealed by the great formation, all heard that sound.

The sound seemed to come from the deepest part of heaven and earth, from the deepest part of the true spirit, causing billions of living beings to tremble and feel fear.

Click!

Click!

Click...!

The cracking sounds grew more frequent and louder.

Huge cracks began to appear on the summit of Buzhou Mountain.

The cracks spread outwards from inside the mountain.

One zhang, ten zhang, a hundred zhang...!

It is getting wider and deeper.

They were like ferocious dragons, roaming wildly along the mountainside, tearing and destroying everything in their path.

Rocks cascaded down the mountainside like a waterfall.

Those rocks were enormous, each one resembling a mountain.

They crashed onto the earth, and as if instantly, mountain ranges sprang up across the land.

On the mountainside, a huge crack is spreading continuously.

The crack was tens of thousands of miles wide, running through the entire Buzhou Mountain.

It stretches from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, and from the foot of the mountain to the endless depths of the earth.

As time went by, the crack continued to widen rapidly.

at last!

Rumble!!!

With a deafening roar.

That colossal pillar supporting the sky, that backbone of Pangu, that Mount Buzhou... it's broken!

The moment Buzhou Mountain completely shattered, the entire primordial world trembled.

That was not the kind of upheaval caused by the self-destruction of the Ancestral Witch, but a tremor from the deepest source of heaven and earth.

Every living being, wherever they were, felt that tremor.

That was the lament of heaven and earth, the wailing of Pangu's broken spine.

Even more terrifying is the absence of the original source of heaven and earth.

With the collapse of Mount Buzhou, the largest main vein in the primordial world ceased to transform chaotic energy for the primordial world and to provide innate spiritual energy for all living beings.