"Alas! How bitterly the West suffered! Now, not even a sliver of hope remained. Why must the common people suffer? What sin had all living beings committed?"
Suddenly, the two Western Daoists embraced each other and wept miserably.
"Fear not, Dao Brother. So long as you and I remain, the Western spiritual veins could one day be restored. The Heavenly Dao was ever-changing; there would naturally be a chance of survival. We could definitely do it!"
As they cried and shouted, the two of them turned their gazes toward Hongjun.
Had he not known that these two were anything but honest men, even Hongjun might have been fooled by their acting.
Did they truly care about the West, or about their own cultivation? Did that even need saying?
Only after they established the Western Sect would they truly devote themselves wholly to the West. As for these two now...
They were merely putting on a show in hopes of winning Hongjun's sympathy.
As the Western spiritual roots, the Primordial World's baleful and evil qi, and vast amounts of Moon Yin qi were drawn away...
The Supreme Heavenly Demon Realm formed!
Luohu's body transformed into a part of the Supreme Heavenly Demon Realm. Wearing a sinister expression, he sneered coldly, "Hongjun, today, I was inferior in skill and fell victim to your scheme. Another day, when the Dao waned and demons flourished, I would settle the score with you!"
Amid his savage laughter, Luohu completely vanished into the Supreme Heavenly Demon Realm. Soon after, the Supreme Heavenly Demon Realm also disappeared from the Primordial World.
Hongjun dearly wanted to explain to him.
He truly had not schemed against him.
Besides, Hongjun was a Great Dao. How was Luohu supposed to settle the score with him? No matter how they compared, was Hongjun not always higher?
After Luohu disappeared, the cultivators present had not yet had time to breathe a sigh of relief when they noticed something was wrong and cried out in alarm.
"Heavens! Look over there!"
Following the direction of that person's finger, they saw the Moon Star gradually shattering.
The Moon Star had been formed from Pangu's right eye. It possessed the power to suppress the myriad stars and played a vital role in the normal operation of heaven and earth.
If the Moon Star were destroyed, the Sun Star would naturally lose its balance as well. The collapse of the stars throughout the heavens would be only a matter of time.
What the Primordial World would become afterward, no one but Hongjun could foresee.
"It seemed that my destined fate had arrived."
Wangshu walked over. She had thought she could survive in this Primordial World, but now it seemed she had been too naive.
"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, it seemed this was my destined fate."
She walked step by step to Hongjun's side.
"Indeed, that is what I know."
Hongjun nodded.
Wangshu said, "The Moon Star has lost too much of its origin and is about to collapse. Only I can repair it."
"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, my magical treasure has already shattered as well. But there are still two untransformed innate beings upon the Moon Star..."
Wangshu hesitated. Though she already knew Hongjun was not a good person, and she herself was about to return to the origin, there were still two unborn innate beings on the Moon Star... inheritors of the Moon Yin Dao.
The Moon Star's dimming light shone upon her face. At that moment, Wangshu was like a beauty beneath a jade tree in the vast cold: snow-wrapped, pure and unworldly. Her white dress, light as gauze, fluttered in the wind, making her exquisitely beautiful.
If the King Zhou of later generations saw her, perhaps it would not be Nuwa's statue that he defiled.
She was a goddess both real and illusory. Few words in the world could describe her beauty, for regardless of what words were used, people would secretly feel that she had always been thus—even the Rhapsody on the Luo River, praised as the pinnacle of poems celebrating beauty.
She was far more beautiful than anyone could imagine.
Looking closely, one could see tears glimmering in her eyes, filled with reluctance...
The countless beings throughout the Primordial World seemed to sense that, at this moment when heaven and earth were on the verge of destruction, such a goddess was stepping forward to offer her life and restore the moonlight.
Thus, the entire Primordial World was shrouded in an atmosphere of sorrow.
Watching this scene, Hongjun felt somewhat unsettled.
This was a feeling he had never experienced before.
The Great Dao of old had never personally experienced such feelings—fighting alongside Dao companions, only for them to depart one after another...
Back then, he had no emotions.
Was I not violating my own command?
Hongjun thought bitterly.
Though this was the original trajectory of fate, Qiankun had survived.
He was not really violating the rules he had set for himself, was he?
"Fellow Daoist Wangshu, you have a share of the merit for slaying Luohu. You may use that merit to preserve your consciousness and True Spirit. After several calamity epochs, you can reappear in the Primordial World."
Wangshu had joined in slaying Luohu. It was only natural that she should receive a share of the merit, was it not?
As he spoke, Hongjun did not care whether Wangshu agreed or not. He directly used the authority of the Great Dao to connect to the Heavenly Dao, sending merit straight into Wangshu's body.
The merit was not much, roughly one quarter of the merit for slaying Luohu.
Yet this was merit for protecting the entire Primordial World. Even one quarter of it was several times greater than the merit Old Ancestor Minghe would gain in later generations by creating the Asura race and the Asura Sect.
Though this merit was inferior to Houtu transforming into reincarnation, it was already enough for Wangshu to preserve her consciousness after becoming Moon Yin Origin.
"This merit of yours..."
Wangshu hesitated greatly. Feeling the merit within her body, she was momentarily speechless.
She did not wish to become origin either. The opportunity before her was an immense temptation.
"Fellow Daoist, go in peace. The merit is enough to preserve your consciousness."
Hongjun smiled.
This was good. Everyone was happy.
Originally, this share of merit belonged to Yang Mei, but who told him to flee deep into the chaos?
Of the merit for slaying Luohu, Hongjun received one half, Yang Mei one quarter, Qiankun one eighth, while Wangshu and Shi Chen together received one eighth.
After all, they had not contributed much.
As for Old Ancestor Yin Yang? Sorry, he was dead. There was no merit for him.
Had anyone ever seen a dead person receive merit?
Wangshu was somewhat moved. It seemed Hongjun was not entirely a scheming old bastard. There was still hope for him.
Wangshu floated toward the Moon Star. After casting one final glance over the land of the Primordial World, she closed her eyes in contentment.
Her body rapidly dispersed, transforming into scattered fragments of Moon Yin Origin.
Just as she was about to completely dissipate, she opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and looked at Hongjun one last time.
The shattering Moon Star stopped.
The Moon Star, which had originally been about to scatter, slowly gathered together again and sealed tightly, with no possibility of ever splitting apart.
Of course, unless Pangu suddenly came back to life and cleaved it with an axe, the Moon Star would never again have any chance of splitting apart.
From that day onward, the Moon Star was Wangshu, and Wangshu was the Moon Star.
Watching this scene, Shi Chen secretly thought that Wangshu was biased.
Why had she not let him help watch over the unborn Changxi and Xihe?
But Shi Chen did not dare say much. After all, he could not defeat Hongjun.
Why was he so certain he could not defeat Hongjun?
Heh, if you could, then go ahead. Hongjun had so many magical treasures—how could you possibly fight through them?
The Jade Disk of Creation, the Pangu Banner, and that unknown Folding Fan were clearly all at least Innate Supreme Treasures.
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