Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Half of the mountainside began to slide down.

It slid down very slowly, as if time had stood still.

But its immense power was terrifying beyond description.

That half of the mountain seemed to have fallen from the heavens, carrying the power to destroy everything, and crashed heavily onto the primordial land.

At the edge of the mountain, the void is collapsing and chaos is surging.

Wherever it passed, everything was annihilated and turned into nothingness.

Even more terrifying is!

Mount Buzhou, the summit?

That place is the closest to the heavens.

With the collapse of Buzhou Mountain, a huge hole instantly appeared in the originally stable space.

The hole was enormous, spanning a radius of a million miles.

On the other side of the hole lies the celestial realm, corresponding to the primordial land, and the stronghold of the demon race.

But at this moment!

From the hole, drops of colorless, transparent water fell!

Immediately afterwards, the Milky Way flowed backward!

Countless torrents of water poured down from the hole, like the Milky Way hanging upside down from the heavens, rushing towards the primordial land.

Wherever it goes, everything is devoured.

Weak Water!

The Weak Water, where nothing floats.

The Weak Water is a legendary body of water where even a feather cannot float and reeds sink to the bottom.

The Weak Water was originally a barrier of the celestial realm, separating the celestial realm from the primordial land.

No matter what kind of living being it is, even a Great Immortal would find it difficult to escape from the Weak Water if it fell into it.

But at this moment, the collapse of Mount Buzhou pierced through the Milky Way, and the Weak Water poured out of the hole onto the primordial land.

Wherever it passed, all living things struggled, cried for help, and sank to the bottom of the water in despair.

On the earth, the creatures that survived the war between the Lich King and the Demon King looked at the broken Buzhou Mountain and the Ruoshui River cascading down from the sky, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

"run!"

Someone shouted.

All living things are running.

They were all desperately using their supernatural powers and spells to escape.

But can they outrun the Weak Water?

When the Weak Water falls from the sky and lands on the earth, it covers an area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles!

Whether it was the witch race running on the land or the demon race flying in the air, they were all swallowed up and submerged...!

In the Weak Water, all supernatural powers, spells, and magical artifacts lose their effectiveness.

Any living being swallowed by the Weak Water will only struggle for a few breaths before sinking completely into it.

The Weak Water spreads outwards in all directions from Mount Buzhou as its center.

It is like a flood that has breached its banks, swallowing everything, destroying everything, and sinking everything to the bottom of the water.

Those creatures that had just survived the great battle were now being mercilessly harvested by the Weak Water.

In the void, the Ancestral Witch Zhurong had just returned to the battlefield from before.

He then saw the Buzhou Mountain sliding down, the Ruoshui River cascading down, and countless Wu tribesmen struggling in the Ruoshui River.

His eyes were wide open.

"Gonggong...!"

He looked up to the sky and howled in despair!

He has lost another brother!

At this moment, upon hearing Zhu Rong's roar, Xing Tian, ​​Jiu Feng, and other Great Luo cultivators of the Wu Clan gathered around him.

Although they possessed the cultivation level of the Great Luo Realm, they were members of the Witch Clan and lacked supernatural powers and spells.

Faced with the Weak Water, where nothing floats, these Great Luo Witches could only protect themselves; they could not save any of the Witches.

The Weak Water continues to spread.

In the void near the Lich Battlefield, there are three small worlds created by the power of saints.

With the collapse of Mount Buzhou, the Weak Water spilled onto the earth, and the independent space created by the power of the sage seemed to have lost its supporting force.

boom!

The three small worlds collapsed simultaneously.

The power of the sage that bound the space finally gave way to the upheaval caused by the collapse of Mount Buzhou.

One by one, figures fell from that shattered little world.

Xuandu, Huanglong, Guangchengzi, Antarctic Immortal, Duobao, Yaoshi and other disciples of the saints appeared in the void at the same time!

There are also Lu Ya, Qing Luan, and Ling Zhu Zi.

They stared in horror at the collapsing Buzhou Mountain and the Weak Water pouring down from the heavens.

The disciples of the sage were stunned by what they saw and stood there dumbfounded.

Just then, a voice rang out.

"Save as many as you can."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Huanglong.

He looked calmly at the Weak Water that was swallowing everything!

With a wave of his hand, one magical treasure after another appeared in front of Xuandu, Duobao, and other disciples of the Three Pure Ones.

These magical treasures are exactly the same, shaped like flat boats.

They emanate a faint spiritual light, and are all acquired spiritual treasures.

These magical treasures do not possess particularly strong offensive or defensive capabilities.

But they all have one thing in common...!

Big!

Very big!

Each of the spirit treasure ships, once launched, resembles a divine mountain, capable of accommodating countless living beings.

"This is..." Xuan Du stared in disbelief at the spiritual treasure before him.

Huang Long's gaze swept over the disciples of the Three Pure Ones one by one.

"Fellow disciples, we are disciples of a sage. All living beings are in grave danger; it is our duty to save them!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Huang Long seemed to have known this moment would come.

They specially crafted magical treasures for this purpose.

Did he foresee that Mount Buzhou would break and the mighty Weak Water would flood the land?

At this moment, no one has time to ask these questions.

Because they suddenly remembered what the Sage Taiqing had said to Huanglong before the Three Pure Ones left!

Let Xuandu follow Huanglong!

Clearly, the sage had foreseen all of this, and Huanglong's actions were the sage's arrangement.

Xuan Du was the first to step forward and take the boat-shaped spiritual treasure.

"Wow!"

Xuan Du unleashed his spiritual treasure, which transformed into a giant spirit boat and rushed towards the direction of the Ruoshui River.

Guang Chengzi followed closely behind.

One after another, the disciples of the sages, including the Antarctic Immortal, Duobao, Jinling, and Wudang, summoned their spirit treasure ships and rushed in all directions.

Along the way, whenever they encountered any figures that had not yet been swallowed by the Weak Water, the disciples of the Sages cast chains of spiritual energy to pull them out of the Weak Water.

They sailed their spirit boat along the direction the Weak Water spread, moving ever forward.

Wherever they went, they rescued wave after wave of living beings.

But the Westerners did not move.

The three sages, Bhaisajyaguru, Mahasthamaprapta, and Maitreya, stood in the void, watching the busy disciples of the Three Pure Ones and the rescued beings, a complex expression flashing in their eyes.

Only one figure suddenly appeared in front of Huanglong.

"Senior Brother Huanglong, could you lend one of these spirit ships to your junior brother...?"