Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Mount Buzhou collapsed, causing the sky to fall and the earth to cave in.

The pillar that supported the billions of dollars of the Primordial World finally collapsed completely in the aftershocks of the light of destruction.

Above the sky, a shocking crack is spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Beyond that crack lies an endless chaotic torrent.

It is the primordial destructive power that existed before the creation of the world.

At this moment, it is slowly seeping into the primordial wilderness.

Xuan Du stood alone above Jin'ao Island, his green robes fluttering slightly, his gaze piercing through billions of miles of void, landing on the spreading crack.

He saw it.

They saw chaotic currents surge forth from the cracks like a tidal wave, annihilating the void and shattering the laws wherever they passed.

Beyond the heavens, the ancient stars trembled violently, their starlight flickering.

Deep within the earth, the earth's energy surged wildly, and the mountains and rivers wailed incessantly.

The sky is about to fall.

"Vice Leader."

Duobao's voice came from behind him, carrying a hint of solemnity.

Xuan didn't even turn around.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm:

"Pass down the order."

"Disciples of the Jie Sect, focus on your cultivation and do not leave Jin'ao Island without permission."

Duobao was taken aback.

He raised his eyes and looked towards Mount Buzhou, gazing at the spreading celestial mark and the chaotic torrents surging into the primordial world. A trace of worry flashed in his eyes:

"Vice Leader, the sky has collapsed and the earth has caved in; the primordial world is in turmoil. Our Jie Sect..."

"Ignore it."

Xuan Du interrupted him, his voice remaining calm:

"I have my own plans for this matter."

Duobao was silent for a moment, then bowed respectfully.

"Yes."

He turned to leave, but then he heard Xuandu's voice ring out again:

"As for those tens of millions of witches..."

Duobao paused in his steps.

Xuan Du's gaze shifted slightly, landing on the immortal islands surrounding Jin'ao Island where the Wu tribe was housed.

The great shamans Xing Tian, ​​Xiang Liu, and Chi You remained kneeling, their blood boiling with rage, yet they could not conceal the grief of losing their ancestral shamans.

"I will arrange a more suitable training location myself."

Xuandu spoke:

"Let them wait patiently."

Duobao nodded emphatically:

"Disciple understands."

Without another word, he transformed into a golden light and vanished.

A moment later, the aura of the Jie Sect disciples gradually subsided and returned to calm above Jin'ao Island.

Those questioning gazes and worried expressions all disappeared into the cave.

Only the tens of millions of Wu tribe warriors remained kneeling on the immortal island, gazing towards Mount Buzhou.

I looked toward the long-vanished phantom of Pangu.

Looking towards the place where the eleven ancestral witches fell.

Xuandu withdrew his gaze.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked towards the Thirty-Three Heavens.

There, a purple mist hung in the air.

Zixiao Palace.

The gray figure still stood with his hands behind his back before the palace gate.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

Xuan Du's gaze remained calm, meeting that indifferent gaze across the distance.

He saw it.

I saw a faint hint of... helplessness flash deep within Hongjun's eyes, which were devoid of any emotion.

The sky is falling.

Chaotic currents surged into the primordial wilderness, causing widespread suffering and destruction.

This is the greatest calamity after countless eons.

If the heavens are not mended, if the heavens are not supported, billions of living beings in the primordial world will be completely annihilated in the chaotic currents.

At that time, the order of Heaven will collapse, the cycle of Earth will be out of balance, and all living beings in the human realm will perish.

Even Hongjun was powerless to reverse the situation.

Only the Creation Stone could mend the sky.

Only the four limbs of the North Sea Black Tortoise can support the sky.

The Creation Stone was in Xuan Du's hands.

The Black Tortoise of the North Sea was a disciple of his Jie Sect.

This is the bargaining chip.

Xuan Du's lips slowly curved into a very faint smile.

The curve was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding that saw through everything.

He withdrew his gaze and took a step forward.

"Buzz".

The void rippled silently.

The figure in green vanished in an instant above Jin'ao Island.

......

Biyou Palace.

Purple clouds swirl around, and green jade carpets the ground.

Deep within the palace, on a cloud-covered bed, sat the Tongtian Sect Leader cross-legged.

The Azure Water Sword Intent flowed around him like water, subtly resonating with the restrictions on the entire Golden Turtle Island.

His eyes were slightly closed, as if he were deducing something, or as if he were waiting.

"Buzz".

The void rippled slightly.

A figure in green robes slowly emerged from the ripples.

It was Xuandu.

"Master."

Xuan Du bowed slightly.

The Master of Heaven opened his eyes.

The sword light shimmered in those eyes, reflecting Xuan Du's calm face.

"They're here."

Tongtian spoke, his voice calm, devoid of sorrow or joy.

After all, the collapse of Mount Buzhou was such a major event that Xuandu would surely come.

Xuandu nodded slightly, walked to the cloud bed, and stood beside Tongtian.

"Mount Buzhou has collapsed."

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm.

The Master of Heaven nodded:

"I saw it."

He paused, his gaze piercing through the palace walls, landing on the direction beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, on the spreading celestial mark:

"Cracks spread across the sky, and chaotic currents surged into the primordial world."

"If the sky is not mended, the world will be plunged into chaos and suffering."

Xuan Du nodded:

"This disciple understands."

The Master of Heaven turned his head and looked at him:

"The Creation Stone is in your hands."

Xuan Du nodded:

"Yes."

The Master of Heaven then said:

"The Black Tortoise of the North Sea is a disciple of my Jie Sect."

Xuan Du nodded again:

"Yes."

The Master of Heaven remained silent for a moment.

A faint glint of sword light flickered in those eyes, carrying a hint of complexity.

"The Dao Ancestor will seek you out."

The Master of Heaven spoke:

"I will let you mend the sky with the God of Creation Stone and support the sky with the limbs of the Black Tortoise."

Xuan Du nodded:

"Disciple understands."

The Master of Heaven looked at him and suddenly smiled.

The laughter was soft, yet it carried an undisguised sense of satisfaction.

"You little rascal, you've probably been waiting for this moment, haven't you?"

"Invite the Black Tortoise to join the sect and seize the Nuwa Divine Stone."

"What we've been waiting for is this moment when Mount Buzhou collapses."

Xuan did not deny it.

He simply nodded slightly.

"Master, you are wise to see the truth."

The Master of Heaven clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"With such a disciple, what has a teacher to worry about?"

After he finished laughing, his gaze shifted and landed on Xuan Du:

"but......"

"How do you plan to speak with the Dao Ancestor?"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Du's lips slowly curved into a smile.

The curve was faint, yet it revealed an undisguised calculation.

"I will not do business at a loss."

Xuan Du spoke, his voice calm:

"To mend the sky and support it is an immeasurable act of merit."

"The Creation Stone is mine, and the Xuan Turtle belongs to my Jie Sect."

"This merit is rightfully mine, belonging to the Jie Sect."

The Master of Heaven nodded:

"It's only natural."

Xuan Du changed the subject:

"but......"

"What this disciple desires is more than just merit."

Upon hearing this, the Tongtian Sect Leader was taken aback, his gaze slightly narrowing.

"More than just merit?"

He gazed at Xuandu, his eyes flashing with a sword-like light, carrying a hint of inquiry:

"Don't tell me you have other plans?"

Xuandu stood before the cloud bed, his blue robes fluttering slightly, his face serene.

He didn't answer immediately, but simply nodded slightly.

Upon seeing this, Tongtian frowned almost imperceptibly.

How could he not know his own disciple's temperament?

Xuan Du always plans three steps ahead before taking any action.

This act of mending and supporting the heavens is the greatest merit after countless eons. Receiving it will bring a surge in fortune and lasting blessings.

If one only seeks merit, that is already an immense blessing.

But Xuandu said that it was not just that.

So what does he want?