Qingmu didn't know why this was happening either.
He could tell that although the savage shaman could mobilize the island's Mental Power, it also consumed his own Mental Power Mental Power. His Mental Power was being depleted too quickly, and he needed support, which was why he thought of bringing Qingmu in.
After Qingmu entered, he acted as if he were the master of the house, returning to his own home. He could have easily taken back the house without any hesitation, but the house key was still in the hands of the savage, and the house was now at risk of collapsing.
To ensure the safety of this space, they must work together, even though they were once enemies and still have many scores to settle.
The old savage clearly realized this as well, so he didn't move and let Qingmu come in. They were like two bixi (mythical tortoises), carrying the heavy Mount Buzhou to prevent the sky from collapsing.
Qingmu subconsciously told Su Huilan and Ruxue, "Withdraw your Mental Power and protect the space around me and the old savage. Don't worry about anything else!"
Su Huilan's face was already somewhat pale from releasing too much Mental Power. She did as Qingmu said, withdrawing her Mental Power and, together with Hanran, forming a small but stable space around them.
In this way, her and Hanran's task became simply to protect Qingmu, which was much easier than before.
Qingmu called out again, " Boss Coal, come in!"
The Crow flew into the divinely bestowed wooden stick, and in the world of Qingmu's consciousness and the Tushu, it transformed into a giant bird, its outstretched wings like clouds hanging from the sky, blocking half of the moon.
The old savage's mind revealed extreme surprise, even a hint of fear. But he did nothing; he knew very well what was most important at this moment. For him, preserving the continuation of his entire race was his highest mission.
This made the space much more stable. But Qingmu could feel that the gravitational pull from the "moon" was endless and inexhaustible, while their Mental Power, whether it was that savage old man, him, or the Crow, would eventually run out.
Just then, a gunshot rang out from the altar. Although it was less noticeable compared to the deafening roar of death that filled the heavens and earth, it could still be heard.
"What happened?" Qingmu couldn't Mental Power at this moment, so he could only shout loudly, but his shouts sounded very weak, and he doubted that anyone but himself could hear him.
After a while, a loud explosion came from below, like the sound of a bomb. Then, the huge rocks floating above the altar began to collide with each other with a clattering sound, and then fell down one by one.
Suddenly, it started snowing.
But the snow was falling strangely; the snowflakes didn't fall from the sky, but appeared out of thin air, floating like will-o'-the-wisps, from the sky to the ground.
It started as little by little, but then it became clumps.
Upon closer inspection, Qingmu realized that it wasn't snowflakes at all, but fog. Yes, it was fog, floating in clumps like ping-pong balls, covering the sky and the earth, slowly spreading across the world.
For some unknown reason, the savages suddenly erupted in cheers, hugging and jumping around.
Then, he heard the old savage holding the scepter shout something incoherently. He didn't understand the language, but at that moment, his Mental Power was intertwined with the old savage's, his subconscious half-open. He could understand the meaning expressed by his subconscious—
run!
All the savages sprang into action, running faster than rabbits, emitting howling cries that created a current in the canyon, flowing towards the mountain where the waterfall flowed upstream in the distance.
Qingmu didn't know where the savages were going; there didn't seem to be any way out. But he knew they must have found a way to escape, otherwise they wouldn't be so excited. This was probably the miracle they had been waiting for.
Fog! He understood; the fog was the miracle.
After the savage shaman uttered the word "run," he instantly drained all his Mental Power and ran away without a word, carrying his " Divine Wooden Staff." Despite his advanced age and skin rougher than tree bark, he was surprisingly fast.
Qingmu's Mental Power was merging with the Mental Power Field on the island, and the Crow's consciousness was also blocking the sky. When the savage shaman withdrew himself, it was equivalent to removing one-third of his power.
Most importantly, he took the Divine Wooden Staff with him when he ran away. As soon as the Divine Wooden Staff was gone, the island's Mental Power Field became uncontrollable. Qingmu and Crow felt as if their bodies had suddenly fallen apart, and their consciousnesses were almost lost because they were scattered so far. If Qingmu hadn't been paying attention to the savages' movements and knew what they were waiting for, he and the Boss Coal's consciousnesses might have truly vanished into the vastness of space.
"Damn it! Old man, I'll remember you!" The Boss Coal shouted at the fleeing savage from the top of Qingmu's head.
Su Huilan asked with concern, "Are you all alright?"
"We'll settle the old man's score later!" Qingmu said calmly. "For now, just follow the savages. Wherever they go, you go; whatever they do, you do. Hurry! I'll go pick up Petru!"
Su Huilan didn't move. "If we're going to leave, we'll leave together!" she said.
"Righteous!" the Crow cawed.
The pumice stones on the altar were still falling. Qingmu braved the falling rocks and rushed in, shouting as he ran, " Petru! Mrs. Larry! Where are you?"
I'm here!
Petru rushed up carrying Mrs. Larry. Mrs. Larry, and as soon as he reached the altar, he put her down and collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. He had to dodge the falling stones, and as more and more stones fell, the ground became uneven. He had to jump and hop while carrying her, and he was really exhausted.
"I'll do it."
Qingmu was about to carry Mrs. Larry on his back when Petru stopped him, "I'll do it!"
He squatted down again and put Mrs. Larry on his back.
Suddenly, a torrential downpour began, the rumbling growing louder and louder, and the earth trembled incessantly.
Su Huilan said, "Quick, let's go! This isn't rain! It's waves!"
Everyone looked up at the sky and, sure enough, beneath the moon overhead, huge waves were churning, and the spray had turned into a torrential rain. When the entire wave crashed down, the area would become a vast ocean.
The fog grew thicker and thicker. The heavy rain did not disperse the fog; it seemed as if the fog came from different worlds, each in its own space, undisturbed by the others.
"Walk!"
With a shout from Qingmu, they began chasing after the savage through the rain and mist. Then, they witnessed a spectacle even more unbelievable than a giant moon in the sky:
The savages ran to the foot of the mountain, grabbed something from the ground, and jumped one after another into the waterfall that was flowing backwards.
Their bodies flowed upwards along the waterfall, all the way to the mountaintop, disappearing into a ring of mushroom-shaped clouds. Above that were the lunar craters, as if they had originally connected to the mountains on Earth, only to be separated by clouds.
From a distance, those savages looked like celestial beings, soaring along the white Milky Way into the moon...