Just as countless mighty figures were stunned by Duobao's rise to Sub-Saint, another upheaval began.
Although Duobao had used the Five-Colored Divine Stone to mend the hole in the sky,
Buzhou Mountain, which had served as the pillar of heaven, had been broken in the Witch-Demon War. The entire sky over the Primordial Wilderness had lost its support.
"Rumble..."
A deep, rumbling sound rolled down from the firmament.
Then the vast canopy of heaven began to descend slowly toward the Primordial Land, pressing down with immense force.
In an instant, the stars' courses fell into chaos, and the Yin Yang Two Qi lost their balance.
Countless living beings in the Primordial Wilderness once again felt an apocalyptic pressure!
"Huh?"
"What's going on?"
"I... why does it feel like the sky is falling?"
"Oh no! The sky is collapsing!"
"How could this happen?"
"Is heaven and earth about to merge?"
"They only mended the hole; they didn't restore its pillar! With nothing to support it, the firmament will eventually collapse!"
"What are we supposed to do?"
"..."
Once they sensed what was happening, countless living beings in the Primordial Wilderness were horrified.
Even the mighty figures looked grim.
"This..."
"The pillar of heaven is broken. The sky has lost its support—it's coming down!"
"If the sky collapses, that will be the greatest disaster of all."
"Who can hold up the sky?"
"..."
The mighty figures stared on in bewilderment, at a complete loss as to what to do.
The Saints, too, wore incredulous expressions as they watched the sky descend.
They had all thought that once the hole in the sky was mended, the Primordial World would be safe.
Who could have expected an even greater crisis to follow?
After their initial shock, the Saints all thought of the same thing.