Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Huang Long looked at the figure in front of him in surprise.

It was none other than Ksitigarbha, who had shown outstanding performance during the Four Teachings Competition!

Ksitigarbha looked at Huanglong with great trepidation, wondering what would happen if it weren't for Huanglong's magical ship.

Even if he were willing to intervene, he could only save a very small fraction of the lives.

After all, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal wouldn't dare to provoke the power of the Weak Water. He, who had just entered the Taiyi Realm and had no spiritual treasures to rely on, dared not easily roam the Weak Water.

"Brother Ksitigarbha has a compassionate heart and is worthy of the name of a disciple of a saint."

Huanglong handed a magical ship to Dizang.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Huanglong!" Dizang looked at Huanglong gratefully!

After receiving the Spirit Treasure Ship, Ksitigarbha steered it and sped off in another direction.

The pharmacist was stunned, as were Mahasthamaprapta and Maitreya.

As they watched Ksitigarbha's figure, as he saved countless lives, an indescribable emotion welled up within them.

There was shame, admiration, and a touch of confusion.

Why did he do that?

Among the rescued creatures were members of the witch clan, demon clan, and other beings.

But these creatures all belong to the East and have no connection whatsoever with the West.

Huanglong looked at the three Western Sect disciples, Mahasthamaprapta, Bhaisajyaguru, and Maitreya, who remained motionless.

A mocking smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, his gaze fell on three figures in another part of the void.

Qingluan, Lu Ya, and Lingzhuzi.

At that moment, a terrifying killing intent emanated from the other side.

Huang Long followed the killing intent and saw that it emanated from Xing Tian, ​​Jiu Feng, and other great witches.

They were staring intently at Lu Ya, their eyes filled with hatred.

Even though Lu Ya was already at the Great Luo Realm, his face turned deathly pale instantly when faced with the killing intent of several Great Witches.

Without the slightest hesitation, he flashed and transformed into a golden rainbow, heading towards the sun star high in the sky.

Xing Tian and the other great shamans showed no intention of pursuing them; their gazes returned to their people who were still struggling in the Weak Water.

As the great shamans' murderous intent dissipated, the Azure Phoenix and the Spirit Pearl in the void finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although the terrifying killing intent was directed at Lu Ya, those who were with Lu Ya also felt boundless fear for a moment.

Their gaze returned to the billions of creatures struggling in the weak waters.

A hint of reluctance flashed in Qingluan's eyes.

Lingzhuzi's face remained expressionless!

He simply watched quietly, his pure eyes reflecting the raging torrent of water and the struggling figures.

Watching the disciples of the sages, such as Xuandu, Guangchengzi, and Duobao, rescue one weak creature after another, his eyes were filled with doubt.

Huanglong looked at the extra spirit treasure ship in his hand and gently pushed it in front of Qingluan.

Go!

"Don't disappoint the Goddess Nuwa!"

After finishing his sentence, Huang Long ignored everything else, summoned the last spirit ship, and sped off in another direction.

Watching Huanglong's figure, Qingluan remained silent for a moment, then took the spirit treasure ship and flew towards the direction where the Weak Water was spreading, pulling the spirit pearl along with her.

......

Amidst the spatial turbulence, the six sages chased after the Chaos Bell, leaving the primordial world and entering the chaos.

After emerging from the primordial chaos, the Chaos Bell thrived in the primordial energy, appearing and disappearing intermittently, making it difficult to capture.

Furthermore, with the six sages interfering with each other, it became difficult for any of them to capture it. They could only keep a close watch on the aura of the Chaos Bell and relentlessly pursue it.

The moment Buzhou Mountain broke apart.

The expressions of the six sages changed drastically at the same time.

They sensed it.

They sensed that Mount Buzhou had fractured.

And the changes that occurred in the primordial world.

The pillar supporting the sky had broken.

The breaking of Buzhou Mountain signifies an imbalance between heaven and earth, another ancestral vein of heaven and earth no longer transforms innate spiritual energy for the primordial world, and the loss of the original source of heaven and earth in the primordial world.

The loss of the primordial essence of the world inevitably leads to a decline in the power of these saints.

The six sages stopped in the chaos, gazing upon the primordial land.

The Lich King's Cataclysm has actually come to this.

The usher's face showed even more sorrow.

His and Zhunti's positions as saints were attained by making forty-eight great vows with the Primordial Heavenly Dao, thus accumulating immeasurable merit in advance.

Their connection with the primordial Heavenly Dao far surpasses that of the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa.

The loss of the origin of heaven and earth and the weakening of the power of the Heavenly Dao had an impact on them far beyond the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa.

The six sages exchanged glances.

Without needing to say more, they both understood what the other meant.

Chaos Bell, in the future, each will have to rely on their own destiny.

Regardless of the primordial world, their positions as saints might be in jeopardy.

They turned around at the same time, unleashing their supreme divine powers, and headed towards the primordial world.

The speed was indescribable, so fast that it transcended time and space.

In the blink of an eye, their figures vanished into the depths of chaos!

When the six sages returned to the primordial world, the sight before them left them speechless.

Mount Buzhou, that colossal pillar supporting the sky, was crashing half of its body toward the earth at an incredible speed, carrying a devastating force.

And in the heavens above, a gigantic hole was spewing forth endless streams of weak water, pouring down upon the primordial land.

As far as the eye can see, the land is a vast expanse of water.

The Weak River swept away mountains and rivers, flooded plains, and buried everything that once was.

Those billions of living beings struggled, wailed, and cried out in despair in the Weak Water.

In this apocalyptic scene, figures are piloting magical ships, rescuing creatures struggling in the weak waters.

Huanglong, Xuandu, Guangchengzi, Antarctic Immortal... Bixiao, as well as Dizang, Qingluan, and Lingzhuzi.

The gazes of the six sages fell upon those figures.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in the eyes of the Supreme Sage.

"good!"

He looked at Xuandu, at the disciple whose Dao heart had collapsed and then rebuilt for the human race, and at his figure rescuing billions of living beings on the Weak Water, and nodded slightly.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the figures of Huanglong, Guangchengzi, and Xuandu and revealed a smile.

In particular, upon seeing those magical treasure ships, he immediately recognized that they were made by Huang Long.

This disciple has never let him down.

The Tongtian Sect Leader's eyes were filled with satisfaction.

He watched as each of his disciples piloted a magical ship, braving the dangers of the Weak Waters to save countless lives.

This is his disciple.

These are the disciples of the Jie Sect.

"Good...good..." he exclaimed, his eyes filled with pride.

Even Qingluan and Lingzhuzi, who had the lowest cultivation levels, were piloting a spirit treasure ship on the Weak Water.

Meanwhile, the three Western Sect disciples who remained motionless in the void beside them were naturally also seen by them.

Zhunti and Jieyin's expressions instantly turned from shame to anger!

Medicine Buddha, Mahasthamaprapta, and Maitreya, his three most valued disciples, were sitting quietly in the void, motionless.

Their faces showed no pity, no anxiety, no expression whatsoever.

Zhunti slowly clenched his fist.

idiot!

Three idiots!

He knew perfectly well why his three disciples hadn't made a move.

It is out of fear of being tainted by karma and being drawn into the Lich War.

But now, with the fall of the Ancestral Witches and Emperor Jun, the aura of calamity that permeated the void has dissipated.

The Lich King's Cataclysm has completely ended.