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He didn't waste any more words, instead, he suddenly activated the [Script Mirror] in his mind.

Vast amounts of merit were consumed like a flood from a broken dam, and the mirror's brilliance surged. It was no longer for prying, but for simulation and projection!

"Words are not enough, so please, all my elder brothers... witness that apocalypse with your own eyes!"

Xuanzheng's entire aura changed. A sense of desolation and sorrow originating from Pangu, mixed with the void of fate and the weight of karma, erupted from him.

He was no longer just the thirteenth brother, but seemed to have transformed into a prophetic deity of doom walking in the Primordial World.

This special fluctuation, like an invisible net, instantly enveloped every Ancestral Witch present.

The next moment, all the Ancestral Witches' minds trembled, and they were forcibly dragged into that terrifying illusion!

They didn't see clear images, but they "felt" everything.

The solid Pangu Hall beneath their feet shook violently, and the sound of the sky collapsing and the earth cracking roared in their ears.

Dijiang discovered in horror that the Space Law he controlled was being torn to shreds by an irresistible force!

A bone-chilling illusion of floods washed over their souls. Zhurong felt terrified that his Southern Bright Lihuo, capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, was like a small flame instantly extinguished before this monstrous torrent!

The water was filled with the despair and wails of countless Witch Clan members.

They "saw" their tribes mercilessly swallowed by mudslides, the earth torn open with bottomless chasms, the sky tilting, and stars falling like rain.

Houtu was the first to be unable to bear it. She was connected to the earth, and at this moment, the earth was transmitting the purest death and sorrow to her. Her pretty face was as pale as paper, and her body swayed precariously.

"No... Buzhou Mountain... it's broken..."

The water vapor around Gonggong surged wildly but was almost solidified by the illusion of the world-destroying flood. He felt the rage of water, and also the sorrow of water—a sorrow of losing its restraint and transforming into pure destruction.

This "future tragedy," directed by the [Script Mirror], starring Xuanzheng, and enhanced with "Pangu's lingering will" special effects, had an impact far beyond any words!

Dijiang stood up abruptly, the space around him distorting. He forcibly broke free from that sorrowful sensation, but his chest still heaved violently.

He looked at Xuanzheng, the thirteenth brother standing in the center, as if he alone bore all the pain.

"Father God actually gave such a clear warning... If this is truly the case, then repairing Buzhou Mountain is our Witch Clan's undeniable duty!"

As the leader of the Witch Clan, he was the first to declare his stance.

Zhujiuyin slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. The phantom of the River of Time in his eyes was more chaotic than ever before. He stared intently at Xuanzheng, his expression extremely solemn.

"Buzhou Mountain... indeed shows signs of a great calamity. Although I cannot see the full picture, that destructive heavenly secret and the scene you've evolved are from the same origin. This matter... is true!"

With the confirmation from the strategist and the decision of the leader, the voices of opposition in the hall instantly weakened.

Just then, Gonggong slapped his thigh and stood up abruptly.

His eyes shone, and there was no fear in that light, but rather a kind of... engineer's fervor that was itching to get to work!

"I've long felt that Buzhou Mountain's water system is a mess, and its suppression of the Primordial World's water system is both crude and inefficient! Father God is right! Instead of waiting for it to collapse on its own, why don't we change it into what we want with our own hands! I, Gonggong, will take on this job!"

He found a strong sense of resonance from the perspective of "Water Conservancy Engineering." In his opinion, Buzhou Mountain, this "work of Father God," had flaws from the start. Now that there was an opportunity to optimize it personally, it was a tremendous good thing!

Zhurong was stunned, then he also shouted. He loved to oppose Gonggong the most, but this time he was unusually on the same side.

"Refining Divine Gold and reinforcing the mountain body, right? I'm good at this! If I use my fire to melt those Divine Irons into molten metal and then cast them, they'll definitely be sturdier than before! Count me in!"

The two most difficult troublemakers, one applying to be the chief water conservancy engineer and the other applying to be the chief welder, instantly reversed the situation.

With Dijiang and Zhujiuyin's statements, the visual impact of the "future tragedy," and the unexpected support from the feuding pair Gonggong and Zhurong, the doubts in the hearts of the other Ancestral Witches completely dissipated, replaced by a heavy sense of mission and an imminent sense of crisis.

A heavy stone in Xuanzheng's heart landed.

It worked! This act was not in vain.

He retracted that sorrowful aura, his face returning to "simple" determination, and struck while the iron was hot.

"Father God not only sent a warning but also bestowed the core divine artifact for repairing Buzhou Mountain to help us complete this world-shaking great undertaking!"

He was about to reveal his final trump card, which was also the "engineering funds" prepaid by the Heavenly Dao.

Under the gaze of all the Ancestral Witches, Xuanzheng slowly raised his hands and made a gesture of lifting upwards.

On the ground of Pangu Hall, four balls of dense, unresolvable Creation Azure Light appeared out of thin air!

They were not magical treasures, but four enormous... severed legs that seemed capable of supporting the entire world!

Each severed leg was as thick as a mountain, covered in ancient and mysterious Earth Dao Patterns. An endless vitality of heaviness, vastness, bearing all things, and ceaseless life emanated from them.

Just by standing next to these four severed legs, the Ancestral Witches felt their powerful physical bodies and blood essence cheering, as if they were about to be assimilated and enhanced!

[Sky-Supporting Mystic Tortoise Limbs]!

This was a top-tier Innate Divine Material that could make even Saints envious!

"This... this is..." Rushou, the Ancestral Witch in charge of the Law of Metal, stammered as he felt the indestructible texture of the severed legs, far surpassing any Divine Gold he had ever seen.

"What terrifying suppressing power!" Dijiang muttered to himself. From these four severed legs, he felt a terrifying power capable of suppressing a Great Thousand World and solidifying Space Law.

"Father God's might is inscrutable!"

All doubts vanished at this moment.

Xuanzheng watched his elder brothers being completely subdued, his heart undisturbed, even feeling a little like laughing.

The loan from the Heavenly Dao Bank had arrived. Next, it was time for him, the foreman, to officially start work with the Witch Clan construction team!

Houtu stepped forward and gently stroked one of the tortoise legs, feeling the majestic, boundless Earth's Bearing Power that was of the same origin as hers, her face filled with piety and excitement.

She looked up at Xuanzheng.

"Thirteenth brother, what should we do next?"