The World Calamity had completely come to an end, but the reckoning afterward was not over.
Houtu's eyes blazed with fury. "Gonggong! Get your ass over here!"
Dijiang, Xuanming, and the others far away in the west could not help sweating for Gonggong when they heard her voice. Gonggong, good luck. The mess you made this time is too huge. We can't cover for you.
Gonggong lowered his head, his heart uneasy, and jogged all the way to Tongtian Jianmu. Using both hands and feet, he began to climb.
The Jianmu towered into the clouds. With every step upward, the weight in his heart grew heavier—the tragic collapse of Buzhou Mountain and the wails of displaced Prehistoric Universe beings lingered in his mind. It seemed he really had caused a massive disaster.
Meanwhile, at the summit of Tongtian Jianmu, the Saints stood in a circle, arguing fiercely over how to deal with Gonggong.
"Buzhou Mountain belongs to all beings of the Prehistoric Universe. Its collapse bears a direct karmic link to Gonggong, causing the waters of the Heavenly River to flow backward and countless lives to perish. Such a grave crime deserves death!"
Daoist Zhunti stood with his palms pressed together, righteousness written across his face. Only a dead Gonggong was a good Gonggong; the threat of the Twelve Dutian Divine Fiend Formation could not be ignored.
Primordial Lord of Heaven snorted coldly. "The collapse of the Heavenly Pillar was chiefly caused by Di Jun's forced impact. Gonggong merely happened to move Pangu Hall away."
"Even if Gonggong is to be punished, it must be handled internally by Pangu's Orthodox Lineage."
As soon as those words fell, everyone turned to look at Taiyi. His face was frighteningly cold, and the killing intent in his heart continued to gather.
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