Indeed, fragile was the word.
Under the mighty power of the Rivers and Mountains, Lands and Millet Diagram and the Six Paths Reincarnation Disk, the Chaos Storm capable of tearing Daluo Golden Immortals apart was actually held outside a region spanning hundreds of millions of miles, if only temporarily.
The turmoil gradually subsided, immortal light shimmered in the air, and divine radiance descended.
This pure land, upheld by the combined strength of two Sages, became the only place of hope in the entire Primordial World as the apocalypse descended.
But everyone knew very well that this was only temporary.
Battered by the torrents of Chaos, the barrier formed by the colorful scroll was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The divine wheel of the Six Paths that anchored the earth also began to turn with a trace of sluggish resistance.
The power of Sages was not inexhaustible.
Especially now, when even the Heavenly Dao Laws had been overturned, every second drained far more of their strength than ever before.
If this continued, even this last pure land would likely be torn apart by the Chaos Storm, swept away without a trace.
For now, however, hundreds of quadrillions of living beings could no longer afford to consider much else.
"Quick, hurry into that domain of the Sages!"
"That's our only chance to survive! Whatever you do, don't fall behind!"
What lay before them was already the only hope left to all living beings.
Before those words had even faded, figures hurriedly transformed into streaks of light and flew toward the Sages' domain.
Everyone, without exception!
All they sought was a moment's chance to live.
Or rather, to preserve what little magic power and cultivation they had left, before the Chaos Storm swept it all away and swallowed them