Buzhou Mountain Collapses, Heaven Tilts and Earth Cracks
In the Primordial World, Innate Spiritual Treasure are precious, and Primordial Supreme Treasure are even more so.
Of the Six Saints, only Taiqing and Yuanshi possessed Primordial Supreme Treasure.
Such an unclaimed treasure, who could remain unmoved?
However, apart from the saints, even if the quasi-saints were tempted, there was no obstacle to their competition.
Once the Chaos Bell appeared, the saints could no longer remain calm and all began to fight for it.
"Boom..."
Six gigantic magical hands appeared simultaneously above the Chaos Bell, emitting a violent expansion.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Amidst the surge of immense spiritual energy, the Chaos Bell's tolling grew increasingly urgent.
The next second, the Six Saints appeared simultaneously at Buzhou Mountain, staring at each other with hostile gazes.
"Everyone, this is the most precious treasure of our demon race. Now that Di Jun and Tai Yi have perished, it rightfully belongs to the next Demon Emperor!"
Nuwa's head is Mountain and River Map, and the Red Embroidered Ball radiates boundless sharpness.
She already harbored much resentment towards the saints, and her aura of malevolence intensified.
With the Chaos Bell in hand, her strength could advance even further!
"The Chaos Bell is one of the Three Treasures of Creation, and rightfully belongs to us, the Sanqing. It is simply returning it to its rightful owner!"
Tongtian was equally determined to obtain the Chaos Bell.
The Three Treasures of Creation correspond perfectly to Pangu Three Pure Ones and the Sanqing Ones, he is the only one without a supreme treasure, thus unable to suppress the fortune of a great sect.
Taiqing and Yuanshi did not speak, but they silently supported Tongtian.
However, they weren't helping Tongtian obtain the treasure; they were doing it for their own benefit.
While outwardly appearing as a unified entity, the Sanqing states are actually engaged in fierce competition and rivalry among themselves.
"Now that the Chaos Bell is unclaimed, it will naturally be known to someone destined to receive it!"
Jieyin naturally did not regret letting go of the Chaos Bell, a supreme treasure.
Zhunti waved the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, and a seven-colored radiance enveloped the Chaos Bell.
"What a fortunate one to have obtained it! Today, let me witness your abilities!"
Nuwa, enraged, laughed instead. The Red Embroidered Ball burst forth with endless divine light, indiscriminately heading towards the Sanqing and the Two Sages of the West.
"In that case, let's settle this with our men!"
With a Tongtian voice, the Qingping Sword transformed into countless sword energies and joined the battle.
Taiqing and Yuanshi acted just as swiftly.
No one cared about the near-total annihilation of the Witch and Demon Clans, nor did anyone notice the devastated land.
The moment the sages clashed, Kunpeng transformed into a streak of light, carrying the River Diagram and Luo Book with him as he fled into the distance.
Having anticipated this, he naturally didn't fight with all his might, which is why he was able to escape unscathed from Tai Yi's self-destruction.
As for the Chaos Bell, how could Kunpeng not be tempted?
But he was more rational. Rather than putting himself in danger, he decided to settle for second best and take the River Diagram and Luo Book with him.
The sages naturally witnessed Kunpeng's movements, but even the River Diagram and Luo Book, though excellent, could not compare to the Chaos Bell.
Nuwa had her own plans, but she also knew that the timing was not right.
Inspired by the Kunpeng, Taiqing also waved his hand and took the Witch-Slaying Sword.
Although this sword belongs to Di Jun, it is tainted with the blood, bones, and souls of countless human beings.
Falling into Taiqing's hands can be considered destiny.
Beneath Buzhou Mountain, in a corner that undoubtedly draws attention, the Myriad Immortals Diagram was fully unfurled, revealing intricate patterns within it.
At the center of the Myriad Immortals Diagram, twelve terrifying baleful energies were constantly gathering.
In the dim light, one could also see rows of sacred banners standing among them.
Endless malevolent energy, along with strands of pure bloodline power, continued to converge towards the Myriad Immortals Diagram, merging into the divine banner.
It was the Dutian Shensha Banner that disappeared without a trace after the collapse of the All-Heavenly Divine Fiend Great Array of All Heavens' Fiend Gods.
As early as when the All-Heavenly Divine Fiend Banner was being refined, Cihang had already inscribed the Great Array of All Heavens' Fiend Gods using the Myriad Immortals Diagram.
What they are doing is precisely what we are doing today.
Although he lacked the bloodline of the Witch Race, with this Fiend God Banner refined with the essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch, it would not be difficult for him to recreate the Twelve Heavens Array of All Fiends.
Such an unparalleled formation, it would be such a pity if it truly vanished into the Primordial World.
Not only the Fiend God Banner, Cihang also considered putting away the Zhou Tian Star Banner.
He was more familiar with the Star Dou Great Formation than with the Great Array of All Heavens' Fiend Gods.
Those Zhou Tian Star Banner are all forged from the essence of stars. Although they are acquired, each one is no weaker than Innate Spiritual Treasure.
The essence of stars within can completely enhance the starry sky origin of the Glass Realm.
Unfortunately, Di Jun's final attack not only destroyed the great formation but also damaged the Star Banner, which dissipated into the Stellar Power and vanished into the world.
Obtaining the Twelve All-Heavenly Divine Fiend Banners is already a rare opportunity, and one should not be too greedy.
However, Cihang couldn't care less about any of that at the moment.
While the saints were vying for the Chaos Bell, he did not give up either.
The Treasure Gathering Basin has accumulated millions of years of fortune, all for the sake of this Chaos Bell.
However, Cihang underestimated the Chaos Bell.
Looking at the constantly depleting fortune, and the Chaos Bell's aura within the Treasure Gathering Basin, which had only increased by a trace.
Cihang knew clearly that the fortune of the Treasure Gathering Basin alone was not enough to seize the Chaos Bell.
"In the end, shouldn't we not be too greedy?"
Cihang couldn't help but sigh.
This time, he ultimately didn't have such a deep connection with the Chaos Bell.
Although Cihang could activate the Treasure Gathering Basin with her own fortune, she did not do so.
Even if he manages to seize the Chaos Bell, his own fortune will likely be completely depleted.
At that time, one will inevitably suffer a backlash from bad luck.
The Chaos Bell is good, but it can harm oneself, so it's not worth the loss.
Under Cihang's watchful gaze, the fortune of the Treasure Gathering Basin dissipated completely, and even its light dimmed considerably.
Within its spiritual treasure space, a bell-shaped phantom materialized, which was the manifestation of the Chaos Bell's aura.
Although Cihang did not obtain the Chaos Bell this time, he was not too disappointed.
He knew that although all the saints were determined to succeed, none of them had achieved their goal.
As long as the Chaos Bell has not yet recognized a master, he still has a chance and there is no need to rush.
Having let go of her obsession, Cihang turned her gaze to the great battle raging above Buzhou Mountain.
Buzhou Mountain, already in ruins, suffered another devastating blow during the battle of the sages.
The cultivators who were originally injured by Di Jun's self-destruction were awakened again under this pressure.
Seeing the battle between the saints in the sky, the cultivators of both races retreated in fear.
Perhaps the Calamity Qi had dissipated, or perhaps they were awakened by the casualties of their own people, for the two tribes were not at war, and both showed endless sorrow.
The Demon Emperor has fallen, and the Ancestral Witch have returned to the world.
Everyone clearly recognized one fact: the Witch and Demon Clans had been utterly defeated.
Ultimately, they failed to defy destiny and met the same fate as the three ancient races.
Amidst ruins and corpses, Gonggong opened his eyes.
"Dead, all dead!"
What a wondrous way of Heaven! What wondrous are the sages of the heavens!
We are descendants of the Father God, yet this world cannot contain our Witch Race.
If that's the case, then what's the point of this world existing?
May we perish together with my Witch Race!
With a look of madness and determination on his face, Gonggong burned his bloodline and transformed into a streak of light, directly crashing into Buzhou Mountain.
By the time the sages realized what was happening, it was too late to stop Gonggong.
They could only watch Gonggong crashed into Buzhou Mountain, while secretly laughing at Gonggong's overestimation of his abilities.
"Click..."
A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the ancient Buzhou Mountain emitted a crisp sound.
Cracks subsequently appeared.
"Boom..."
Under the horrified gazes of the sages, Buzhou Mountain collapsed with a deafening roar.
The entire Primordial World instantly darkened, chaotic winds surged, the Milky Way flowed backward, and mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.
The end of the world erupted in an instant.