Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 204 Supreme Merit, World Tree

"What do you mean by 'killing calamity'?"

The black tortoise frowned, a glint of shrewdness flashing in its eyes, which were the size of mung beans.

Zhao Gongming pointed to the center of the primordial world, the pillar of Buzhou Mountain, and said.

"The collapse of the pillar of Buzhou Mountain is the immeasurable calamity that befalls Fellow Daoist Xuan Turtle?"

The Xuan Turtle glanced indifferently at the summit of Mount Buzhou, a hint of arrogance on its face. "What can mere celestial water and celestial fire do to me?"

It's not that the Xuan Turtle is bragging, but even if Donghuang Taiyi unleashed the full power of his Chaos Bell, let alone these heavenly fires and waters, it might not be able to damage his Xuan Shui Turtle shell.

Seeing that the black tortoise still didn't understand, Zhao Gongming simply explained it directly.

"Mount Buzhou was formed from the spine of the great god Pangu, supporting the heavens and earth and separating the pure and impure energies. Now that Mount Buzhou has collapsed, the heavens and earth have lost their support, and the pure and impure energies are now attracting each other. If no one stops this, the heavens and earth will probably return to chaos."

"So what if we return to chaos? I, the old tortoise, have nothing to fear."

In the eyes of the Xuan Turtle, there was no difference between chaos and the primordial world.

Chaotic airflow?

Chaos storm?

Let's break his Xuan Shui Turtle shell first!

"The return of the primordial world to chaos poses no threat to Fellow Daoist Xuan Turtle, but what about to the Sages?"

Zhao Gongming's words, like the resounding tortoise bell, echoed in the black tortoise's ears. The tortoise composed itself and asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Gongming explained, "The reason why the saints are saints is that their primordial spirits are entrusted to the Heavenly Dao, and they can borrow the power of the Primordial Heavenly Dao at all times."

But once the primordial era is gone, and chaos returns, the sages will naturally lose their status as saints. Do you think the sages would just sit idly by?

"What should we do then?"

The black tortoise looked at its enormous body and felt a sense of unease.

"Only you can replace the primordial pillars and support the heavens and earth once more. Do you think the sages will cut off your limbs and use them to support the heavens and earth then?"

Zhao Gongming gave the black tortoise a horrified look.

The black tortoise involuntarily shivered, stirring up towering waves hundreds of millions of feet high.

His Xuan Shui tortoise shell was incredibly sturdy, but it was still no match for a sage.

He fears nothing below the level of a sage, but if a sage were to make a move, he could easily defeat him.

Suddenly, the Xuan Turtle seemed to remember something and calmly said, "Over countless years, I have accumulated countless merits, and even saints dare not kill me."

"Under normal circumstances, a sage might not dare to kill you, but when it comes to supporting the heavens, that's a different story. Even if he were to kill you, with the protection of the Heavenly Dao, do you think a sage would still fall from their sagehood?"

The black tortoise fell silent, a thoughtful look flashing in its tiny, bean-sized eyes.

After thinking for a long time, the Xuan Turtle felt a headache coming on and asked.

"Then what did you mean when you said you came to save my life and prevent me from falling into a killing trap?"

Zhao Gongming smiled faintly and took out the Chaos Spiritual Root, the World Tree Seed, which he had obtained years ago.

Countless millennia have passed, and the Chaos Spiritual Root has grown from the size of a millstone when it was first obtained to a large wooden stump with a diameter of more than ten meters.

It remained jet black, and when struck, it produced a metallic clanging sound, like a piece of raw iron.

"Such a rich spiritual aura! This is a Chaos Spiritual Root!!"

The Xuan Turtle stared wide-eyed at the World Tree seed in disbelief.

"Where did you get this? Do you know it's a priceless treasure?"

Zhao Gongming laughed and said, "Of course I know this is a treasure. This is the Chaos Spiritual Root, the seed of the World Tree."

"The World Tree, as its name suggests, has the function of supporting the world. Of course, this World Tree seed is not yet mature and cannot support the world."

Xuan Gui's face immediately showed disappointment. Zhao Gongming then said, "Fellow Daoist Xuan Gui, don't worry. This treasure feeds on merit. Merit is the greatest catalyst. As long as Fellow Daoist Xuan Gui infuses merit into the World Tree, and the World Tree supports heaven and earth, this calamity can naturally be avoided."

The black tortoise asked in a deep voice, "How can I trust you?"

Zhao Gongming waved his hand, "The Heavenly Pillar has already collapsed. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

The Xuan Turtle exhaled a breath of stale air. "Alright, you are Tongtian's disciple, I believe you. However, merit points cannot be exchanged."

So Zhao Gongming took out the Treasure-Losing Coin and said with a smile, "This coin has the ability to exchange merits."

"it is good."

Behind the black tortoise, a vast expanse of auspicious clouds of merit rose up, golden and shimmering, mysterious and extraordinary.

It illuminated the entire gloomy Northern Sea.

The thick golden pillar of merit slowly flowed into the treasure-falling coin, and then the treasure-falling coin, acting as a medium, transformed the merit and flowed into the World Tree.

The merit it brings to the World Tree is no less than the sweet rain for parched seedlings.

The World Tree was growing larger, and at its very top, a tender green bud had sprouted.

It was shimmering with a crystalline green hue, and what it exhaled was not innate spiritual energy, but chaotic energy.

At Buzhou Mountain, the waters of the Milky Way accumulated more and more, and the boundless power of the world pressed down on the six sages, making them feel increasingly pressured.

Finally, even the weakest saint, Zhunti, could not withstand it. A powerful force struck, and the Seven Wonders Tree in his hand flew out and into the air.

Zhunti's face turned pale, and he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he managed to suppress it. Zhunti still had his pride.

"Senior Brother Taiqing, the pressure on the Milky Way is increasing. If this continues, an eruption will be an even greater disaster for the prehistoric world."

Taiqing controlled the Taiji diagram, the black and white lights remaining as stable as ever. "I have already informed the teacher that we must hold on and not allow the waters of the Milky Way to wreak havoc on the prehistoric world."

A quarter of an hour later, flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, and a mysterious sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"Lying high above the nine heavens, on a meditation cushion, I attain the true Dao!"

"Beyond the mysteries of heaven and earth, I shall be the supreme leader!"

"Pangu gave birth to Taiji, from which Yin and Yang and the Four Symbols followed!"

"One teaching was passed down to three friends, and the two schools, Chan and Jie, were established!"

"The leader of the Xuanmen, one wields the Qi to transform into Hongjun!"

A voice as grand and majestic as a great bell resounded in our ears, and a white-haired, youthful-faced old man appeared in the heavens—none other than the Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

The old man glanced at the Heavenly Cave, then flicked his whisk slightly, and a beam of white light instantly landed on it.

The Six Saints immediately felt the pressure lessen and quickly turned around to bow to Hongjun, saying, "Greetings, Master."

"I know the whole story. The witch and demon races have been fighting for billions of years for the position of the protagonist of heaven and earth. They are burdened with endless karma, so it is not unjust for them to end up like this. The most urgent task is to repair the Heavenly Cave and prevent the water of the Heavenly River from flowing into the human world."

"Teacher, what should we do?"

Hongjun pondered for a moment and said, "The Five-Colored Stones can mend the heavens, but they must be refined in the Qiankun Cauldron."

Nuwa immediately stepped forward, saying, "This matter can be entrusted to my disciple."

Hongjun continued his calculations, "Although the sky has been repaired, the pillar connecting heaven and earth cannot be missing. The Northern Dark Tortoise has four limbs that can support the sky. Go and kill it."

"A black tortoise?"

The saints were taken aback and looked at each other in confusion. In the end, Tongtian stepped forward.

"Teacher, the Xuan Turtle's cultivation is the result of countless years of hard work. Please have pity on him and spare his life."

Hongjun sighed, "It's not that I don't want to give him a way out, but in this vast primordial world, apart from the Xuan Turtle, there is no one who can shoulder the responsibility of supporting the heavens."

(End of this chapter)