Another Yuan Hui

The calamity of one yuanhui came in a vast, surging tide, sweeping across all the heavens.

That dark-red flood of destruction erased the countless universes within the Chaos Bead layer by layer, starting from the very top.

All things returned to the Return to Ruins, reenacting earth, water, fire, and wind.

Before that world-ending might could touch Yang Tianyou's little valley courtyard, it was enveloped by a layer of warm, jade-like, awe-inspiring Literary Qi.

The Literary Sage System, for once, operated at full power, forcibly propping open a pure land amid the Tribulation Wave.

The price was the family fortune Yang Tianyou had saved up for ages; his merit and Literary Qi were almost completely exhausted.

"I lost big, I lost so damn big..."

After the Tribulation Wave passed, Yang Tianyou looked at the devastated world before him, and at the system panel that had shrunk by ninety-nine percent, and beat his chest and stamped his feet.

"This damned place actually restarts once every yuanhui? Are they even going to let people farm in peace or not!"

By comparison, his son Yang Erlang was much more comfortable.

As an officially registered heavenly soldier, protected by the Investiture of the Gods Scroll and the Heavenly Court's fortune, when the tribulation arrived, he was standing guard at the South Heaven Gate with his colleagues.

He saw the Tribulation Wave outside the heavens come rolling in, but the moment it reached the area beyond the South Heaven Gate, it was blocked by an invisible barrier, diverted, and dissolved.

Aside from being a little noisy, not a damn thing happened.

"Having an official post really is great..."

Yang Erlang sighed with feeling, deeply convinced that his original choice had been wise.

"Of course! Being able to come to the Heavenly Court as a heavenly