In a disaster, no matter who it was, everyone revealed their truest self.
Some were brave, some despairing, and some watched with cold indifference.
Among the brave were immortals, demons, and ordinary people. The immortals and demons who chose to give their all attained great enlightenment before the catastrophe, choosing to use their insignificant bodies to prove their unwillingness to yield. The Star Gods shattered their lifelong cultivation to mend the stars, while four divine dragons sheltered the seas in all four directions with their bodies.
Across the Vast Land, many immortals who had long remained behind closed doors resolutely descended the mountains, using their arts to save mortals as best they could. Knowing full well that death awaited them, these immortals recalled many things before the end of days—the little moments from when they had still been ordinary mortals. Suddenly enlightened, they realized they had always been human.
There were also demon beasts striving to extinguish mountain fires that simply would not go out, hoping the trees would turn green again and water would return to the valleys.
And the brave among mortals never abandoned hope. They ran through the thick smoke, shouting and working tirelessly, convinced that this natural disaster would eventually end.
The despairing either sat mournfully and waited to die, or gave free rein to the darkness in their hearts.
Fortunately, the brave were like light, illuminating this world.
Daoist Mountain had now thrown open its gates, taking in as many mortals as possible to shelter from the disaster.
The familiar immortals of Chunyang Palace slung gourds over their backs and descended the mountain, as if everything had returned to the Shenhua Mountain of old, with disciples rushing in every direction to save the common people.
Through the thick smoke, Yu Rong vaguely saw the Little