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He did not waste another word. Instead, he abruptly activated the [Script Mirror] in his mind.

Vast amounts of merit were consumed like floodwaters bursting through a dam. The mirror's radiance surged, no longer merely peering in, but simulating and projecting!

"Words alone prove nothing, so let my brothers... witness that apocalypse with your own eyes!"

Xuanzheng's entire aura changed sharply. A desolation and sorrow originating from Pangu, mixed with the emptiness of fate and the heaviness of karma, erupted from him.

He was no longer simply the Thirteenth Brother. He seemed to have become a deity of doomsday prophecy walking the primordial world.

This peculiar fluctuation spread like an invisible net, instantly enveloping every ancestral shaman present.

The next moment, every ancestral shaman's mind shook violently as they were forcibly dragged into that terrifying illusion!

They did not see clear images, yet they "felt" everything.

The solid Pangu Hall beneath their feet shook violently, while the roar of heaven and earth collapsing filled their ears.

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

An illusion of freezing floodwaters washed over their souls. Zhurong felt in terror that his Southern Bright Lihuo, capable of burning mountains and boiling seas, was instantly extinguished like a tiny flame before that overwhelming torrent!

The waters were filled with the despair and wails of countless shaman clansmen.

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

Houtu was the first to be unable to endure it. Connected to the earth, she was now receiving its purest death and wailing. Her pretty face turned white as paper, and her body swayed unsteadily.

"No... Buzhou Mountain... has broken..."

Water vapor churned madly around Gonggong, but the illusion of the world-destroying flood suppressed it until it nearly froze solid. He felt the fury of water, as well as its lament—the lament of water that had lost all restraint and become pure destruction.

This "future tragedy," directed by the [Script Mirror], starring Xuanzheng, and enhanced by the special effects of "Pangu's lingering will," struck far harder than any words could!

Dijiang abruptly rose to his feet, warping the surrounding space. He forcibly broke free from that sorrowful sensation, but his chest still heaved violently.

He looked at Xuanzheng, the Thirteenth Brother standing at the center as though he alone bore all the pain.

"Father God actually gave such a clear warning... If this is true, then repairing Buzhou Mountain is the bounden duty of our shaman clan!"

As the leader of the shaman clan, he was the first to state his position.

Zhujiuyin's tightly shut eyes slowly opened. The phantom River of Time in his eyes was more chaotic than ever. He stared fixedly at Xuanzheng, his expression grave to the extreme.

"Buzhou Mountain... truly shows signs of a great calamity. Though I cannot see the whole picture, that destructive heavenly omen shares the same origin as the scene you projected. This matter... is real!"

The strategist's confirmation and the leader's decision instantly weakened the opposition within the hall.

Just then, Gonggong slapped his thigh and sprang to his feet.

His eyes shone. There was no fear in that light; instead, it was filled with a certain... irresistible engineer's fervor!

"I've long thought Buzhou Mountain's water channels were a complete mess. Its suppression of the primordial world's water system is both crude and inefficient! Father God is right! Rather than wait for it to collapse on its own, why not reshape it into what we want with our own hands? I'll take this job!"

He had actually found a powerful sense of agreement from the perspective of Water Conservancy Engineering. In his view, Buzhou Mountain, this "Father God creation," was flawed to begin with. Now that he had the chance to optimize it himself, it was simply the greatest of fortunes!

Zhurong froze, then began shouting as well. He loved opposing Gonggong, but this time, he surprisingly stood on the same side.

"Refining Divine Gold and reinforcing the mountain, right? That's what I'm good at! I'll use my fire to melt that divine iron into molten metal, then cast it into place. It'll definitely be sturdier than before! Count me in!"

The two most troublesome thorns had applied to be the chief water conservancy engineer and the chief welder respectively, instantly reversing the situation.

With Dijiang and Zhujiuyin making their positions clear, the visual impact of the "future tragedy," and the unexpected support of Gonggong and Zhurong, that pair of rivals, the remaining ancestral shamans' doubts completely vanished. In their place came a weighty sense of duty and an urgent sense of crisis.

A huge weight lifted from Xuanzheng's heart.

It worked! This performance had not been for nothing after all.

He withdrew that sorrowful aura, restoring the "pure" resolve on his face, and struck while the iron was hot.

"Father God not only sent down a warning, but also bestowed the core divine materials needed to repair Buzhou Mountain, helping us accomplish this world-shaking undertaking!"

He was about to reveal his final trump card—the "construction payment" advanced by the Heavenly Dao.

Under the gaze of every ancestral shaman, Xuanzheng slowly raised both hands, making an upward lifting gesture.

Four clusters of impossibly dense Creation Azure Light appeared out of thin air on the floor of Pangu Hall!

They were not treasures, but four enormous... severed legs, each seemingly capable of holding up the entire world!

Each severed leg was as thick as a mountain range, covered in ancient and mysterious Earth Dao Patterns. An endless vitality—heavy, vast, bearing all things, and endlessly renewing—emanated from them.

Simply standing beside these four severed legs made the ancestral shamans feel as though the powerful blood and vitality of their bodies were cheering, as if they were about to be assimilated and elevated!

[Sky-Supporting Mystic Tortoise Limbs]!

These were top-tier Innate Divine Materials capable of making even Saints green with envy!

"Th-this is..." Even Rushou, the ancestral shaman who controlled the Law of Metal, stammered as he sensed the indestructible texture within those severed legs, a material surpassing any divine gold he had ever seen.

"What terrifying suppressive power!" Dijiang murmured. From these four severed legs, he sensed a dreadful power capable of suppressing an entire Great Thousand World and freezing even the Space Law.

"Father God's power is unfathomable!"

At that moment, all doubts vanished into thin air.

Xuanzheng watched his brothers become completely stunned, feeling no ripples within his heart. If anything, he wanted to laugh.

The Heavenly Dao Bank loan had arrived. Next came the moment for him, the Foreman, to officially break ground with the shaman clan Construction Team!

Houtu stepped forward and gently touched one of the tortoise legs. Feeling that vast Earth's Bearing Power, originating from the same source as her yet boundlessly more immense, her face filled with reverence and excitement.

She raised her head and looked at Xuanzheng.

"Thirteenth Brother, what should we do next?"