The Demon Emperor and Eastern Emperor had both fallen, leaving only Xi Huang Fuxi alive. Yet after slaying Zhurong, he too would soon perish from exhaustion.
Although Nuwa, as a Saint, had failed to prevent Fuxi's fall, she gathered his primordial spirit and stored it away.
Though Fuxi's primordial spirit had been gathered, it had suffered devastating damage and appeared incomparably dim.
Nuwa said nothing more and put it away.
Though All Saints were present, none paid it any attention.
The Fuxi siblings had joined forces and endured countless hardships, finally causing the Demon Emperor and the eleven ancestral witches to fall.
At this moment, everyone's gaze fell upon the Chaos Bell and the River Diagram and Luo Script floating in the void above Buzhou Mountain.
All the Saints, as well as the readers—including the flop author—longed to obtain the supreme treasures.
Apart from Li Er and Yuanshi, the other four Saints possessed no supreme treasures, making them especially envious.
Although Tongtian possessed the Immortal-Slaying Four Swords, whose power was immense, they still fell short of a supreme treasure.
Jieyin and Zhunti, from the barren West, were even more desperate for supreme treasures.
Everyone knew that supreme treasures represented ultimate power and perfection.
When someone sought to claim the Chaos Bell and the River Diagram and Luo Script, the atmosphere grew even tenser.
At this time, on the battlefield between the witches and demons, Kunpeng chose to betray his oath and flee before the battle ended.
Nuwa flew into a rage when she saw this.
She had once been one of the Demon Race's Four Emperors and had witnessed the sacrifices of Di Jun, Taiyi, and Fuxi. Now, seeing Kunpeng's unrighteous act, she naturally felt indignant.
Anger flared in Nuwa's heart, but she had no time to deal with Kunpeng, for the Chaos Bell was roaming through the void.
She knew that every Saint aside from Li Er harbored greedy desires for the Chaos Bell.
Yet Li Er appeared utterly unmoved by the treasure, because the Chaos Bell had already been destined for him.
According to the original course of events, the bell would trigger a contest before becoming the Dao-protecting supreme treasure of a future Saint.
But now, Li Er had accepted the system's mission. The Chaos Bell was destined to be connected to him.
Zhunti was the first to lose patience, using the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in an attempt to sweep away the Chaos Bell.
Nuwa immediately countered with the Red Embroidered Ball, and the two began fighting over it.
At this moment, Sect Master Tongtian smiled and made his move, using the Immortal-Slaying Four Swords to evolve the path of slaughter, implying that the Chaos Bell should belong to the Pangu Three Pure Ones.
He implied to Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti that the Chaos Bell had been transformed from the Pangu Axe and should therefore belong to the Pangu Three Pure Ones.
As one of the Three Pure Ones, he himself needed a Heaven-Opening Innate Supreme Treasure to complete his collection of treasures.
Just as Tongtian was brimming with confidence, a banner the color of chaos suddenly appeared in Yuanshi's hand.
The banner seemed to contain boundless fortune and creation, capable of ruling over everything in the world.
Yuanshi agreed with Tongtian's reasoning for competing over a supreme treasure, but he also revealed his own intention to fight for the Pangu Banner.
Yuanshi knew full well that he was inferior to Li Er and had always sought a great opportunity to surpass him.
At this moment, he believed that the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bell, was that great opportunity.
He wanted to gather two Innate Supreme Treasures. Perhaps then he could fight Li Er.
Tongtian had not expected Yuanshi to compete with him, and he felt deeply stifled.
He believed that Yuanshi and Li Er, who were both Three Pure Ones like him, possessed Innate Supreme Treasures while he alone did not. It was unfair.
Especially now that the Chaos Bell had become ownerless, Yuanshi's attempt to seize it made him feel abandoned by his brother.
Just as he was about to call Li Er over to judge the matter, he discovered that Li Er had already headed straight for Buzhou Mountain.
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Suddenly, Tongtian's gaze followed Li Er's figure toward Buzhou Mountain.
"Impossible!"
Tongtian cried out in an instant, as if he had seen something terrifying.
Even Yuanshi's attempt to seize the Chaos Bell moments earlier had not shocked him this greatly.
The dignified Saint Tongtian had actually lost control of his emotions.
Because of Tongtian's cry, Yuanshi, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti all paused, their gazes following Tongtian toward Buzhou Mountain.
What they saw was the ancestral witch Gonggong, preparing to ram Buzhou Mountain with all his strength.
"How dare he?"
The five Saints were shocked. Gonggong was an ancestral witch who regarded Pangu as the Father God. How could he possibly attempt to strike Buzhou Mountain?
At this moment, after fighting, Gonggong had discovered the miserable fate of the eleven ancestral witches.
The will to die in his heart had been stirred.
His eyes were deep and dim.
"Such a magnificent world cannot be controlled by our Witch Clan. What use is there in leaving it behind?"
"Let heaven and earth shatter, and let all living beings of the Primordial World be buried alongside my eleven brothers and sisters.
"The Witch Clan has already lost. What use is Buzhou Mountain?"
Despair filled Gonggong's voice.
Mysterious light shot from his pupils, filled with defiance toward heaven and earth...
With a thunderous roar, the waters of the nine heavens began to surge. Gonggong drew upon the waters of a Heavenly River, as if he intended to destroy everything.
At the same time, the aura around him rose without end as he sought to crash through Buzhou Mountain.
"Madman!"
Countless beings of the Primordial World cursed furiously. Everything had happened too quickly; even mighty Quasi-Saints could not stop Gonggong in time.
Just then, a calm voice suddenly rang out. "You wish to strike Buzhou... Have you asked me?"
This voice was not as domineering as Tongtian's, nor as lofty as Yuanshi's, yet it gave everyone the feeling that no matter what happened, its owner would remain calm.
Amid the vast Primordial World, as raging waves and storms howled together, Gonggong, the northern ancestral witch of water, was restrained by a mysterious force.
The waters of the nine heavens were no longer violent, and the storm quietly subsided, as if nothing had happened.
Gonggong was utterly horrified and could scarcely believe it.
His pupils contracted as stormy thoughts surged through his heart. I am the ancestral witch who controls all waters. How could I be restrained by a single sentence? The turmoil within him grew even greater, and he could not help searching for the source of the mysterious force that had stopped him.
When Gonggong's gaze gradually focused, he saw a figure.
It was someone dressed in Daoist robes, with an otherworldly bearing.
Like a Saint who had descended into the mortal world, his existence seemed to be the only one between heaven and earth.
Gonggong recognized him at once. It was Li Er, foremost among the Daoist Saints.
Yet Gonggong was no longer as frantic and astonished as before.
The power of the Heavenly Dao raged within him, affecting his mind.
Although Li Er could sense that Gonggong's mind was gradually losing clarity, he did not give up on preventing this from happening.
Because he understood why the Heavenly Dao had chosen Gonggong to collapse Buzhou Mountain—Gonggong was an ancestral witch of Pangu's bloodline, and his power was sufficient to accomplish this task.
If it had been any other living being of the Primordial World, they might have provoked Buzhou Mountain's counterattack.
Therefore, Li Er had to prevent Gonggong from being completely controlled by the Heavenly Dao and destroying Buzhou Mountain.
This was a challenge to the Heavenly Dao and the entire Primordial World.
At this moment, Li Er was like the final barrier standing before a flood, steadfastly guarding his duty and mission.
At the same time, the chaos in Gonggong's eyes gradually cleared before sinking once more into deep confusion. A violent force surged within him, ready to burst free.
The Heavenly Dao had drawn upon Gonggong's desire for death and now completely controlled his mind.
Gonggong's words were, in truth, the Heavenly Dao using his mouth to warn Li Er not to stop Gonggong again.
But Li Er remained calm and utterly unmoved.
With one step, he appeared in an unfamiliar place and placed Gonggong within a sea of blood.
Faced with Li Er's disregard and actions, Gonggong's expression changed drastically. The Heavenly Dao Will was even more furious, its face as dark as water.
Li Er calmly reminded Houtu that if she could not restrain Gonggong, he did not mind personally killing the last ancestral witch.
As soon as his words fell, the system notification sounded. Congratulations to Li Er for successfully preventing Gonggong from angrily striking Buzhou Mountain. Mission completed. Reward available for collection.
However, Li Er did not become complacent. His gaze remained fixed upon Buzhou Mountain, calm and unruffled.
To him, no matter how the Heavenly Dao warned him, as long as Gonggong threatened Buzhou Mountain's stability, he would act without hesitation to stop him.
As for the so-called reward, it was merely an additional benefit of the mission.
As a Saint, Li Er had no difficulty making his choice. Gonggong was merely a vessel for the Heavenly Dao Will; the challenge he truly faced was opposing the Heavenly Dao.
He took a deep look at the Chaos Bell. Sun, moon, and stars circled its exterior, while mountains and earth faintly appeared within, granting it a status above countless Innate Spiritual Treasures.
Despite the Chaos Bell's preciousness, Li Er showed little excitement.
He let out a faint sigh, his gaze growing slightly heated. Then he wasted no more time and directly seized the Chaos Bell with his divine soul.
His tone was light, yet it carried indescribable majesty.
The other Saints, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti, all wore different expressions, each harboring their own calculations.
Zhunti was the first to act, unwilling to let an Innate Supreme Treasure fall into Li Er's hands.
He tried to sow discord among the other Saints, but Yuanshi and Tongtian had their own schemes as well. They also wanted to use this opportunity either to narrow the gap with Li Er or to revitalize the Interception Sect's fortune.
In the end, just as these Saints prepared to seize the Chaos Bell, they discovered that it seemed sentient and flew directly toward Li Er.
At this moment, silence fell among the Saints.
The Chaos Bell flew into Li Er's hand. Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti all wished to seize it, yet were powerless to do so.
The Chaos Bell's attitude toward Li Er had already made everything clear.
The Saints could only watch helplessly as Li Er branded it with his primordial spirit and absorbed the Chaos Bell into his body.
Even Saints like Yuanshi could not remain calm before an Innate Supreme Treasure.
Li Er had obtained another Innate Supreme Treasure, widening the gap between him and them further.
Yuanshi accepted reality and congratulated Li Er.
Li Er smiled and nodded in thanks.
Although Yuanshi and Tongtian had been openly and covertly contending with each other, they both maintained the proper humility before Li Er.
Though that humility stemmed from considerations of strength, it did not prevent them from respecting one another.
Tongtian's straightforward nature made him somewhat dissatisfied when he saw Li Er obtain the Chaos Bell, but he soon realized that the Chaos Bell had chosen its own master. Thus, aside from some resentment, he did not feel much dissatisfaction.
He said to Li Er, "Senior Brother, your Daoist Lineage's fortune is so prosperous. It truly makes one envious."
Li Er merely smiled calmly and did not respond further.
Jieyin and Zhunti also congratulated Li Er, and he merely thanked them briefly.
Watching this scene, Nuwa only sighed softly.
Although Li Er's thoughts had already turned toward the Heavenly Dao, he still smiled and thanked Nuwa for her congratulations.
However, the instant Li Er's words fell, the void trembled. The vast might of the Heavenly Dao spread forth as the Heavenly Dao's will descended.
The five Saints—Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti—seemed to sense the Heavenly Dao's will, and their expressions changed at once.
This was because they had received an order from the Heavenly Dao Will—destroy Buzhou Mountain.
This order left the Saints incredulous and shaken, for it seemed to seek the erasure of all traces of Pangu's existence.
The Saints quickly realized that there might be a deep connection between the Heavenly Dao and Pangu. This command revealed a certain truth.
They felt terror rising from the depths of their hearts.
They ultimately could not coexist. Today was the moment to make a choice.
Every Saint present possessed peerless intelligence.
Without needing words, merely a few clues were enough for them to see through the true purpose behind it all.
The entanglement between Buzhou Mountain and the Heavenly Dao had deep and complicated causes.
Buzhou Mountain had been transformed from Pangu's spine and retained Pangu's Imprint.
As long as this mountain existed, the beings of the Primordial World would first remember Pangu's great feat of opening heaven and creating the Primordial World.
The Heavenly Dao, on the other hand, was more like a controller that maintained order. Though indispensable, after Pangu's fall, it could not tolerate the existence of Pangu's Imprint.
When the lofty Heavenly Dao issued its command that Buzhou Mountain could not be tolerated, even the Saints could not remain calm.
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