The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

The relationship between Song Yi and the Plague Emperor Lü Yue was already irreconcilable, with no possibility of reconciliation between them.

Luo Xuan had no direct conflict with him, yet he still caused a lot of trouble. Now that he wanted to dig a river in the Plague Tribe's main camp, how could Lü Yue remain indifferent?

In fact, Lü Yue didn't need to take action personally at all.

Taihuan Jiyaotian is plagued by miasma and plagues all year round.

If the Plague Department secretly releases some innate plague energy, most of the eight thousand demons will surely die or be injured.

These demons are all prisoners recorded by the Thunder Department, and losing even one of them would be a crime.

If the casualties are truly heavy, Song Yi will not only have no merit, but will also have committed a great fault.

With Song Yi's current cultivation level, protecting himself from the innate plague energy is not difficult.

But protecting eight thousand demons would be virtually impossible.

However, if they were to rely solely on their own strength to dig the river channel while enduring the plague, it would probably take thousands of years.

For a moment, they were caught in a dilemma.

"Never mind..." Song Yi sighed. "I'll go to Guanjiang Estuary and borrow the Mountain-Splitting Axe from True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao!"

Yang Jian owed him a favor because of the fragments of Houtu Niangniang's magic weapon.

I intended to save it for a crucial time, but now I have to withdraw it ahead of schedule.

Legend has it that Emperor Yu the Great wielded a mountain-splitting axe, splitting countless mountain ranges, severing the earth's veins and dragon veins, dredging the nine rivers, and suppressing floods.

Later, this axe was obtained by Yang Jian, who used it to split Peach Mountain to save his mother.

If we can borrow this axe, we can not only complete the excavation of the Taihuan Jiyaotian river channel in a very short time, but also greatly shorten the overall construction period and reduce variables.

With this thought in mind, Song Yi no longer hesitated, left the South Heavenly Gate, and headed towards the Southern Jambudvipa in the lower realm.

Guanjiangkou is located on the east bank of the Minjiang River. The mountains and rivers on both sides are beautiful, and the waterways are crisscrossed. There is a hidden dragon aura and a gathering of spiritual energy. It is truly a blessed land.

Following the guidance of the local earth god, Song Yi arrived at an ancient temple.

The temple was solemn and dignified, with incense burning brightly and devout men and women coming and going in an endless stream, burning incense and praying, their piety evident in their expressions.

Above the temple gate, a plaque bearing the five golden characters "Erlang Zhenjun Temple" shines brightly.

Song Yi did not enter the temple, but instead went around to the back of the mountain and climbed to the top.

As soon as he stepped onto the mountaintop, he felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surging like a tide, and countless powerful auras emanating from all around him.

Upon closer inspection, there were approximately two thousand grass-root gods standing in formation.

These grass-roots gods were all clad in armor and wielded weapons, exuding a fierce fighting spirit and an aura that rivaled even the elite heavenly soldiers of the Thunder Department.

Song Yi sighed inwardly. These grass-root gods were powerful demons subdued by Yang Jian. Although they had no official status in the Heavenly Court, they were loyal and had amazing combat power. They were Yang Jian's most capable subordinates.

In comparison, his own Golden Armor Battalion was far inferior.

Just as I was marveling at this, I suddenly heard a fierce wind howling overhead, the sky and earth changed color, and the mountains and forests shook.

Song Yi looked up and saw the clouds suddenly split open, and several figures descended from the sky with overwhelming momentum.

The leader was Yang Jian, clad in silver armor, wielding a three-pointed double-edged sword, his third eye slightly closed, his divine light restrained, his demeanor calm and profound.

On either side of him, the Six Saints of Meishan followed closely, each possessing great supernatural powers and high magical strength.

Further on, there were over a hundred grass-root gods escorting a monstrous dragon that was a thousand feet long.

The monstrous dragon was covered in black scales and had a single horn on its head. Although it was severely injured and on the verge of death, it still exuded an extremely strong dragon aura, clearly indicating that it was not an ordinary dragon.

In addition, there are many other great and strange beasts.

The group, with bows at their waists and sharp blades in their hands, surged forward amidst the wind and mist, clearly having just returned from a hunt.

"This humble god greets True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao!" Song Yi stepped forward and bowed.

"So it's the Broom Star Lord." Yang Jian nodded slightly and smiled. "Star Lord, instead of building waterways in Heaven, what brings you to Guanjiang Estuary?"

Song Yi didn't mince words and cupped his hands, saying, "This humble god was ordered by the Heavenly Court to dig a river channel. However, due to offending the Plague Emperor Lü Yue, his laborers are unable to carry out the work directly in Taihuan Jiyao Heaven. Therefore, I have come to borrow the Great Yu's Mountain-Opening Axe from the True Lord to solve this urgent problem."

"That's not difficult," Yang Jian said calmly, nodding. "I previously said I owed you a favor, so I'll keep my word."

Having said that, he turned around and personally led Song Yi back to the Erlang Temple.

The temple was filled with the smoke of incense and bustling with people, all ordinary folks, bowing and praying for blessings, a scene full of everyday life.

However, in the eyes of the immortals and gods, the depths of this temple are a world of their own, a world hidden in the void, which is difficult for mortals to see.

The celestial dog wagged its tail and walked ahead, then suddenly pointed its front paw into the air and let out a low bark.

The space was instantly rippled, spreading out like water.

A portal quietly appeared, revealing a separate world behind it.

The group stepped inside.

Suddenly, a breathtaking view unfolded before them. The landscape was magnificent, with palaces stretching as far as the eye could see, shrouded in mist and filled with abundant innate spiritual energy, resembling an ancient fairyland.

Song Yi clicked his tongue in admiration, this world was no less beautiful than the heavens of the celestial court.

Yang Jian walked forward with his hands behind his back, his tone calm: "This is a piece of land that I transformed from a corner of Kunlun before I was conferred the title of God. Although it is not as spiritually beautiful as the original mountain, it can still be used as a place for cultivation."

After speaking, he led Song Yi to a solemn and majestic temple.

The temple gate is towering, with golden tiles and red walls. Two stone statues stand in front of the gate, solemn and dignified.

Upon entering the main hall, a majestic statue of the human emperor Yu the Great is enshrined in the center.

Yu the Great was seen wearing a nine-tasseled crown, sitting upright on his throne, his left hand on his knee, his right hand holding an axe, his eyes gazing into the distance, as if he could rise at any moment to split mountains and cut through seas to suppress the raging floods.

The divine axe, over ten feet long, hung in the statue's hand. Its blade gleamed coldly and was covered with countless ancient runes, radiating overwhelming power.

Song Yi asked, "This axe... is it the axe that Yu the Great used to split the mountain?"

"Exactly." Yang Jian nodded. "In the past, Yu the Great wielded this axe to open up the nine provinces, connect the nine rivers, stabilize the mountains and rivers of the world, and quell the floods in the four seas."

He paused, his gaze falling on Song Yi, his tone slightly hardening: "However, this axe is ultimately a treasure of human merit, not something a great sage of the human race could possess..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yi stepped forward slowly, reached out and gently stroked the axe handle.

In an instant, a burst of golden light appeared!

The axe that Yu the Great used to split the mountain suddenly began to vibrate violently on its own, its buzzing sound like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, causing the entire temple to tremble slightly, and even the roof tiles to rattle.

Yang Jian's pupils contracted slightly, and the Six Sages of Meishan also showed expressions of surprise.

As Song Yi gripped the axe handle, he felt a vast and ancient power surge into his body. In a daze, he seemed to hear the echoes of the people's shouts and the mountains and rivers roaring when Yu the Great tamed the floods in ancient times.

He possesses the merits of 100,000 human beings, so naturally he can lift this sacred artifact of humanity.

Yang Jian stared at Song Yi for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Interesting!"

He stopped smiling and said seriously, "Since the Mountain-Splitting Axe recognizes the Star Lord, then it can't be considered a loan. The Star Lord can take it and use it, but remember to return it to me after you're done."

Song Yi bowed deeply and said, "Thank you for your kindness, True Lord!"