Someone Is Stealing the Crystal?

Ming He clutched his chest as the Blood Sea churned without end, and the two swords, A Bi and Yuan Tu, let out mournful cries.

The Earth Book in Zhen Yuanzi's hands flipped furiously without wind, its radiance visibly dimming at an alarming rate.

Nuwa's delicate body trembled violently. More than half of her five-colored Creation divine light had faded as she stared at the cracks tearing across the sky, her eyes filled with sorrow.

That was the sky she had personally repaired, and now it was shattering again.

It was not just the sky that was about to break. Even the Primordial Wilderness was on the verge of collapse.

When that time came, even they would likely be shattered into pieces, scattered everywhere.

Even though they had already cultivated to the peak of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Before this terrifying power, which could threaten a ninth-level Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal, they were still far too insignificant.

They could not even resist or defend themselves.

And the saints all understood.

Dao Venerable, Great God Pangu, and the others were not within the Primordial Wilderness at this moment.

Several Yuan Hui ago, they had already departed to investigate other universes.

Now that a powerful enemy had invaded, they had no idea what to do.

The Three Pure Ones and the Ancestral Witches remained silent.

They had lived for endless ages. They had witnessed the Primordial Wilderness grow from weakness into what it was today, and they had witnessed the rise and fall of countless great calamities.

Yet at this moment, they realized that they had never been so lost before.

Second Uncle was not here.

Father God was not here either.

Those beings who could truly shoulder this heaven and earth were all absent.

And what about them?

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