From deep within the rift in the heavens, the voice of the Heavenly Dao's projection roared like ten thousand thunderclaps, bearing a Chaos storm as it poured down.
Under the onslaught of the Immeasurable Tribulation, heaven and earth in the Earth Immortal Realm were disintegrating at an irreversible pace.
Even with Shi Ritian, the Martial Ancestor, Ye Fan, Chu Luoli, and the others desperately stabilizing the earth veins in every direction, and Guang Chengzi, Kong Xuan, and others struggling at the edge of the heavens to mend the rifts, the power of the Immeasurable Tribulation far exceeded the limits of what they could endure.
This world of the Earth Immortal Realm, which had only just connected to the Great Desolation and only just revived from the End-of-Dharma Tribulation, was still helplessly slipping toward Chaos.
"Useless. You may be able to plug one rift, but you cannot plug the entire world.
Seventy percent of the Earth Immortal Realm's laws have already collapsed. The earth veins have snapped, and the heavens have shattered.
No matter how much Great Desolation spiritual qi you pour in, it cannot save a foundation that has already been destroyed!
In at most one shichen, this world will become the wreckage of Chaos, and all of you will return to nothingness along with it!"
Sun Wukong's face was ashen as he smashed several surging Chaos storms apart in rapid succession with his Golden-Hooped Staff.
Yet the storms seemed endless, constantly spilling forth from deep within the rift in the heavens. They simply could not be killed off.
Nezha had thrust his Fire-Tipped Spear countless times, and even its tip had begun to glow red.
Yet his attacks were no more than scratching an itch through a boot to that projection of the Heavenly Dao deep within the rift.