The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Song Yi calmed himself down, focused his consciousness into the stone axe in his hand, and closed his eyes to sense the vast and powerful force of humanity within it.

That is the belief and merit of hundreds of millions of people during Yu the Great's flood control efforts, which has endured through the ages.

The next moment, his figure swelled up against the wind, and he once again revealed his seventh-grade Dharma body, holding a giant axe, standing tall and firm!

"open!"

A roar echoed through the heavens!

Song Yi suddenly swung his axe, his internal magical power surging into the axe blade like a tidal wave. He also used his human merit as a guide to fully activate this acquired merit spiritual treasure.

A dazzling axe light descended from the heavens, cleaving through the sky and slamming into the earth.

Rumble!

The deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth, causing the ground to tremble violently, mountains to collapse, and dust to obscure the sun. The clouds in the sky were swept away by the aftershocks.

Wherever the axe flashed, the earth split open, and a huge canyon stretching for hundreds of miles and more than ten miles wide was instantly formed.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, thousands of demon laborers surged into the crack.

Some revealed their true forms, using their physical bodies to lift massive boulders, or toss them to the sides of the canyon to build embankments, or to fill designated areas to reinforce the foundation.

Some unleashed fire-based magical artifacts, and raging flames erupted, melting the sharp, uneven rock walls and rubble into churning lava that filled the ravines.

After the magma cools, it solidifies into a rock layer as hard as iron, which is both stable and resistant to water erosion, and can last for thousands of years.

Some laborers stood on high places on both sides of the canyon, offering up earth-related ritual implements to release the heavy and concentrated essence of the earth element, slowly suppressing the earth veins, smoothing the underground currents, and preventing the land from sinking or the cracks from widening again in the future.

They are already very familiar with these processes, and their coordination is so smooth that there will never be the slightest mistake.

After being struck several times in succession, Song Yi was also starting to feel the strain.

After all, the Yu Emperor's Mountain-Splitting Axe is an acquired merit-based spiritual treasure. In terms of power, it even surpasses many high-grade innate spiritual treasures. Each strike requires a massive amount of magical power.

If he hadn't possessed the merits of humanity, any other celestial cultivator wouldn't have been able to lift it, let alone activate it.

Just as Song Yi put away his axe and meditated, four beams of gray-green divine light broke through the air from the direction of the Plague Palace and landed above the canyon, revealing four figures dressed in gray Taoist robes.

They were Zhou Xin, the plague messenger from the East; Li Qi, the plague messenger from the South; Yang Wenhui, the plague messenger from the North; and Chen Geng, the master of persuasion.

Song Yi thought to himself, "They've arrived," but showed no sign of it on his face. Instead, he smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Greetings, esteemed deities."

He was very courteous, after all, these four plague gods were all fifth-rank gods of the Heavenly Court, whose rank was indeed above his.

"You jinx!" Yang Wenhui, the Northern Plague Messenger, was the first to attack, shouting angrily, "It's one thing for you to dig river channels, but how dare you wield a weapon and wantonly destroy the earth veins of Taihuanji Yaotian? What kind of logic is this?"

"Indeed, you have repeatedly humiliated my Plague Tribe. Do you really think we are made of clay?" Zhou Xin, the Plague Envoy from the East, also spoke coldly, a murderous glint in his eyes.

Song Yi remained calm, gently stroking the surface of the ancient stone axe with his palm, and said with a faint smile, "Your Excellency is mistaken! This is the axe of Emperor Yu, the sacred weapon used by the Human Emperor to control the floods, nourished by the fortune of humanity for countless generations. The Northern Plague Envoy would be wise to be careful with his words. If that word 'murderous weapon' reaches the ears of the Great Heavenly Venerable, he will surely be punished for disrespecting the Holy Emperor. Don't blame me for not warning you then."

"you!"

Yang Wenhui was both shocked and furious. His gaze fell on the stone axe, and for a moment he dared not say another word.

He never imagined that a mere jinx would possess such a sacred object.

"Song Yi! Stop your nonsense!" Li Qi, the Southern Plague Envoy, roared, his eyes blazing with fury. "So what if it's the sacred weapon of Emperor Yu? The fact remains that you severed the Taihuan Jiyao Heavenly Vein with this axe! Surrender immediately and await the Emperor's judgment!"

He had previously been captured by Song Yi, losing all face and becoming a laughingstock in the Plague Tribe. Now that he had met his enemy, he was naturally extremely jealous and wished he could devour him alive.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Li Qi took the initiative to attack, unleashing the innate plague weapon, the Frenzy Banner, and charging over them head-on!

The agitated banner grew longer in the wind, and as it rolled, billowing gray-black plague gas erupted from its surface, transforming into countless fine, hair-like plague needles that covered Song Yi's body like a blanket.

Seeing this, Zhou Xin did not hesitate. He flipped his hands and summoned the Headache Chime, striking it three times in mid-air.

The sound of the chime was sharp and piercing, transforming into countless waves of visible gray sound.

This treasure is specifically designed to attack the primordial spirit; even a Golden Immortal would suffer a splitting headache and feel as if he were dying just hearing about it.

With a flick of his wrist, Yang Wenhui revealed that the whip was woven from countless strangely shaped, tiny plague insects. As he swung it, it released a cloud of plague dust, forming a ghastly green poisonous mist that swept towards Song Yi.

Chen Geng then suddenly opened the Innate Plague Umbrella in his hand. As the umbrella spun, four streams of plague energy of different colors burst forth: red attacked the heart, green damaged the liver, white harmed the lungs, and black damaged the kidneys.

The four elements intertwined to form a small-scale plague-slaying formation, completely sealing off Song Yi's escape routes in all directions.

The four plague gods joined forces, unleashing their plague-related supernatural powers. In an instant, miasma surged within a radius of hundreds of miles, vegetation withered, and even the air seemed to have been drained of its life force, turning the area into a desolate wasteland.

As instructed by Song Yi, the laborers retreated to Yuanzai Kongshengtian as soon as they saw the situation was not right, which relieved him of any worries.

Song Yi took a deep breath, and the Eight Treasures Profound Yellow Pagoda hanging above his head lowered golden light curtains, blocking the plague needles, poisonous mist, and sound waves all three feet away, emitting a dense chorus of metallic clanging.

Holding a mountain-splitting axe, he advanced instead of retreating, charging towards the four plague gods.

With the merits of humanity transforming into a continuous source of magical power, Song Yi was not afraid of the depletion.

He swung his axe faster and faster, and in a daze, he seemed to see the figure of Wu Gang chopping down the cassia tree that he had seen in the moon palace years ago. The axe rose and fell, day after day, year after year, each axe stroke containing a rhythm that was almost like the Tao.

Wu Gang was originally Hou Yi in disguise. Hou Yi was a top shaman of the Wu tribe, comparable to Xing Tian, ​​Chi You, and Jiu Feng. Even Kua Fu and Xiang Liu were slightly inferior to him.

Its axe-like design contains a trace of the true meaning of Pangu creating the world.

Song Yi observed the axe's movements for hundreds of years and tried to understand them. Although he only grasped the basics, he still benefited greatly.

At this moment, he incorporated all these insights into his hands, and each strike of the mountain-splitting axe carried a sense of vastness and chaos.

Wherever the axe light touched, the plague-like aura melted away like boiling water poured over snow.

He met Li Qi's irritable banner with a single axe stroke.

Where the axe blade passed, the countless plague needles shattered and swirled like withered leaves in a gale, and the main body of the irritating banner was also shaken and cried out incessantly.

Li Qi was shocked and hastily raised the Agitated Banner to block the attack.

With a crisp "crack," the innate plague weapon was cleaved open, causing Li Qi's Dharma form to tremble violently. He coughed up blood and flew backward.

The remaining three were shocked and furious to see Li Qi injured. They shouted in unison, and simultaneously pushed the three plague weapons to their limits. The headache-inducing demonic sound pierced their brains, the plague-dispersing whip split into a hundred whip pythons, and the plague umbrella spun rapidly in the air, sprinkling down a rain of plague poison.

In an instant, a gray-green plague aura swept across the sky, threatening to completely engulf Song Yi.