Zhou Qing Becomes a Saint

Hongjun's figure receded farther and farther into the chaos, growing ever fainter.

He continued that seemingly endless preaching and gathering, guiding every last drop of the Prehistoric World's True Spirits and Dao charm like trickling streams toward the destination indicated in the unseen.

At the same time, in another corner of the chaos, Zhou Qing followed a strange thread of attraction and, deep within a fold of Space-Time, discovered a weak yet tenacious world bubble.

Within it, though the mountains and rivers looked shattered, life had not yet been cut off, and several powerful, familiar auras lay dormant.

"This is..." Zhou Qing focused his senses, his heart shaken.

He brought out the Chaos Bell and carefully shook Space-Time, opening a crack in the barrier of that world bubble before stepping inside.

The moment he entered, rich innate Wutu earth qi and surging bloodline pressure rushed toward him head-on.

Beneath the phantom of Buzhou Mountain, Zhenyuanzi unfolded the Book of Earth and joined forces with Daoist Hong Yun to prop up a stable stretch of heaven and earth.

In the distance, within the shattered phantom of the Solar Star, the figures of Di Jun and Tai Yi were dim, yet they still radiated the aura of emperors.

On another side, Killing Intent surged to the heavens, and twelve Ancestor Witch dharma images that propped up sky and earth flickered in and out of sight, guarding a broken blood pool.

There were also the auras of many ancient Demon Gods, Great Witches, and Rogue Cultivator giants scattered in all directions. Though most were wounded and withered, they all stubbornly survived.

"Shanhai Realm..." Zhou Qing murmured, indescribable emotion welling in his heart.

So it turned out that in the final calamity, Zhenyuanzi had carried the Book of Earth and the Classic of Mountains