The Primordial World was now undergoing the most catastrophic calamity since Heaven Splitting and Earth Opening.
Mount Buzhou, the pillar supporting the heavens formed from Great God Pangu's spine, had snapped cleanly at its waist under Gong Gong's grief-filled collision, aided by the covert push of a saint's mighty power.
With the loss of this heavenly pillar's support, the sky in the northwest came crashing down, revealing an incomparably vast, pitch-black hole.
Above the nine heavens, the icy, bone-piercing Weak Water of the Heavenly River—water in which not even a feather could float—poured down through that enormous hole.
Wherever the Weak Water passed, countless mountains and rivers across the Primordial World were swallowed. Countless living beings were swept into its heavy currents before they could even cry out, reduced to ghastly white bones, their very souls corroded away by the Weak Water.
In but a short time, the entire Primordial World had become a vast watery wasteland. Living beings lay devastated, and cries of suffering filled every corner.
Before such an indiscriminate, world-ending disaster, only one place remained the last pure land between heaven and earth.
It was the Human Territory.
Ye Xuan and the Willow Deity stood side by side above the Human Territory.
Faced with the raging Weak Water descending from the heavens, neither of them retreated in the slightest.
Ye Xuan drove the power of his Quasi-Saint cultivation to its peak. The Human Emperor Seal above his head radiated boundless golden light, suppressing the fortune and earth veins of the human lands.
At the same time, the Chaos Bead within him cast down a dim gray curtain of Chaos Light, firmly blocking the Weak Water rushing in from every direction.
The Willow Deity's expression was equally cool as she lightly plucked at the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk