The Heavens Crumble and the Earth Splits (5)

"It seems you've gained quite a lot," Stone Mother Therazane said calmly, without any ulterior motives.

The Earth Guardian Neltharion and Therazane the Stone Mother are very close friends of the opposite sex because they both protect the earth. If it weren't for the great differences between flesh and blood creatures and Elemental, the two would have become partners long ago.

Neltharion's complete trust in Therazane led him to choose Deepholm as his refuge.

"I envy you all; at least you can fight for your dignity. With a body like mine, I can't even fly. I can only Anjing await my final judgment, helpless."

Stone Mother Therazane shook her head regretfully; she suddenly realized something:

"How interesting! Two Old Gods joining forces against a common foe from the Dark Ages—this is unprecedented in the history of the Azeroth Continent."

Pandaria, the homeland of the Pandaren.

The shadow of Aman'Thul looms over the land, and many Pandaren die silently.

Fortunately, Pandaria is located in a remote area, and the shadow of Aman'Thul has not completely enveloped it. Some Pandaren have survived, unaware of what has happened, except for a sense of unease in their hearts.

In the scenic Pandaria, there is a magnificent lake with crystal-clear water. The Pandaren, who have lived here for generations, discovered that an ancient deity dwells in the lake.

Some say she was a fairy, others say she was a mysterious water goddess, and still others say she was a carp spirit.

This deity is strange; it doesn't ask for offerings, nor does it require sacrifices of flesh and blood; it only likes to hear praise.

The Pandaren living by the lake regularly praise the lake spirits, and in doing so, they have developed excellent literature, giving birth to countless poets and writers. After receiving enough praise, the lake spirits bless the generation with good weather and abundant harvests.

On this unsettling night, the lake suddenly became restless.

The earth cracked open, and an unimaginably huge monster slowly floated into the air.

The Pandaren had lived by the lake for generations, finally realized that the lake was merely the eye of a monster, and that monster was none other than the infamous Sha of Pride.

In Pandaria, seven powerful auras appeared simultaneously, converging high in the sky. These were the Seven Fiends, the Seven Sha served by the Pandaren for generations, and the remnants of Y'Shaarj's power.

The seven Sha are of different sizes, with the Sha of Pride, the Sha of Anger, and the Sha of Fear being the largest.

The remaining four Sha — the Sha of Madness, the Sha of Doubt, the Sha of Despair, and the Sha of Hatred —are relatively small in size.

As the leader of the Seven Sha, the Sha of Pride proudly declared, "Azeroth is facing a crisis. Aman'Thul's ambition to destroy the world is nothing but wishful thinking. Let's teach him a lesson."

Looking around at his companions, who varied in size, Sha of Pride nodded:

"The Sha of Anger and the Sha of Fear are developing well, but Sha of Hatred, what's wrong with you? This world is full of war and mutual hatred, why are you developing so poorly?"

"I didn't want to either," Sha of Hatred said innocently. "But Pandaren are naturally simple and honest, and they don't harbor much hatred. It's difficult for me to absorb the power of hatred."

The Sha of Pride knew why they were hiding here: they were afraid of being discovered by the Five Dragonflights or the Titan Keepers. Therefore, they could only choose to be simple and honest Pandaren and develop their power in a low-key and stealthy manner.

"Alright then, the Seven Sha combination Invincible."

After a moment's thought, Sha of Pride said, "I'll assemble the head and shoulders."

The Sha of Anger roared, "I will assemble the chest and abdomen!"

The Sha of Fear said in a low voice, "I will form the limbs."

Sha of Hatred: "I'll form the little brother!"

At the boundary between life and death, the Walking Death took one last look at this space, this familiar gray mist, before stepping out of this world and merging with the seven-headed Sha that had been assembled together.

The Old Gods Y'Shaarj reborn, but he regained less than one-tenth of his original power.

"Aman'Thul!"

Y'Shaarj soared into the sky, facing the enemy who had once killed him.

Suddenly, he saw a huge shadow, a monster covered in sharp teeth and a gaping maw.

"It's you, Yogg-Saron," Y'Shaarj said calmly, without any surprise.

"We've encountered a lone Titans, this is a golden opportunity!" Yogg-Saron chuckled foolishly. "Y'Shaarj, I just escaped from my cage and saw you return safely. I was quite unhappy, but I never thought I'd have a moment to fight alongside you. Times have truly changed. What are your plans?"

Y'Shaarj -prepared and calmly said, "I've been observing him for a long time. Aman'Thul has become too tainted by mortal emotions. Compared to the War of the Ancients, he has fallen far too far. He's just a powerful mortal now."

"So, he has all the weaknesses that ordinary people have, right?"

Yogg-Saron blew bubbles of boredom. "We Old Gods are masters at bewitching people, but Aman'Thul possesses an incredibly powerful divine soul. He won't be confused for long; he can even forcefully break free."

Y'Shaarj said calmly, "If we join forces, it'll be better than N'Zoth doing it."

Yogg-Saron revealed a fierce expression, its countless eyes darting about on its tentacles. "That's right, we can do even more."

Taking advantage of Deathwing being torn to pieces, Y'Shaarj and Yogg-Saron successfully approached Aman'Thul.

Compared to the immensely powerful Aman'Thul, the two Old Gods were like a pair of insignificant cockroaches.

"Highfather Aman'Thul, as Titans, do you dream?"

Aman'Thul's eyes instantly went blank.

The five Old Gods share commonalities, such as the ability to bewitch people, the skill to spy on living beings, the ability to control the emotions of living beings, and extraordinary regenerative abilities.

They just have different focuses. For example, C'Thun is best at reading people's minds, Y'Shaarj best at controlling emotions, Yogg-Saron is best at weaving dreams and creating Nightmares, which is much stronger than N'Zoth's.

Originally, Yogg-Saron was incapable of weaving nightmares for a Titans.

But with Y'Shaarj's help, successfully disrupting Aman'Thul's emotions became much simpler.

Aman'Thul froze, frozen in that instant.

A terrible nightmare appeared in Aman'Thul's consciousness.

He saw the magnificent Pantheon, with Sargeras, engulfed in Flames, sitting on his throne in deep thought.

He then knelt on the ground and bowed to Sargeras.

"Aman'Thul, do you know you're wrong?"

Sargeras's voice was like rolling Thunder:

"Weakness is your original sin. You are too old, Aman'Thul. Although you have created a child, he is too weak to inherit your throne. The Pantheon will not raise a useless person."

The nightmare he feared most had come true. Aman'Thul found himself terribly old, his skin loose like old tree bark, his eyes dull and lifeless, his mind sluggish—he had entered old age.

"No, no, how could this be? How could Titans age?"

The aging of a Titans is Aman'Thul's most terrifying nightmare.

"All things must perish, Aman'Thul, your time is over." Sargeras grinned maliciously at him.

This completely fooled Aman'Thul, Yogg-Saron was also quite surprised.

In ancient times, the Old Gods fought each other and never thought of joining forces.

Yogg-Saron suddenly became a little arrogant, weaving terrible nightmares for Aman'Thul while looking at the core of the moon with ill intent, scrutinizing the Elune from head to toe.

"What, what are you going to do?" Elune screamed in terror.