A Chance at Survival

The rocks of Lingshan are as hard as refined iron, able to withstand the constant erosion of the winds.

When a hundred-meter-high mountain range collapses in a chain reaction, it is a natural disaster that can kill anyone. When the surrounding winds materialize, even Divine Lord Zhenyuan felt despair.

The Wind Avoidance Instruction can ward off the erosion brought by the Bifeng Wind, but Divine Lord Zhenyuan walks through the Bifeng Wind here just like an ordinary person.

Even if he were faster, he would inevitably face the collapsed Mount Ling after passing through this area of the Bifeng Wind.

After much deliberation, Divine Lord Zhenyuan realized that he was facing a dead end.

Moreover, he has familiar friends by his side, so even if he wanted to take a gamble, Divine Lord Zhenyuan really couldn't bear to abandon his friends.

For the first time, he felt a little regretful about his revenge against the Western Sect, only to find that his mind was still too extreme. His years of seclusion in Kunlun had not calmed his mind, nor had he considered that taking a step back would open up a whole new world.

The world seemed to slow down in his eyes, and Divine Lord Zhenyuan felt the slowness of his thoughts before death.

He collected the remains of many powerful demons. Before their deaths, many of these demons would reflect on their lives or fall into another kind of mental error, overturning their life experiences in a short moment and hoping to make different choices in the past to guide their lives. This short moment felt like a hundred years.

Only when the wishes of these dying beings are fulfilled will the great demon, unwilling to die, finally pass away peacefully.

"I guess I'm going to die soon!"

Divine Lord Zhenyuan watched the rocks slowly fall.

The collapse of Mount Ling appeared to him to be slowing down, a scene strikingly similar to what great demons witnessed before their deaths.

Divine Lord Zhenyuan began to recall his three hundred years of life dedicated to seeking the Dao. It was only because he heard a vague and ethereal legend that he, as a mere mortal, stepped onto the legendary Heavenly Court.

Divine Lord Zhenyuan was indeed very lucky. Not only did he find Western Kunlun after going through countless hardships, but Western Kunlun was also in a period of closure, and its lineage had been broken for hundreds of years.

In the past, someone like him wouldn't even have been able to enter the gates of Kunlun, let alone enter Kunlun to cultivate and receive the kind, strict, or meticulous training and guidance from the Kunlun cultivators.

From gathering firewood and boiling water to cultivating his body and skin, he ascended step by step, witnessing the deaths of many demon gods one after another.

His life was very simple, as simple as a blank sheet of paper.

Divine Lord Zhenyuan had no complaints about this kind of life until his death, when he would think about the day he set off westward.

What kind of life would he have led if he hadn't walked out that door?

This kind of thinking is bound to be terrible.

Humans' lifespan of a few decades cannot withstand the ravages of time. If he had chosen to work and get married, he would have been dead for over two hundred years.

Simply put, Divine Lord Zhenyuan had no dissatisfaction with his life.

The only problem was that he died too casually.

He would rather die at the hands of his opponent than be crushed to death by a landslide; such a death would not be befit the exit of a great cultivator.

"Zhenyuan, please clear away these boulders!"

It wasn't until he heard Zhang Xuezhou's voice that Divine Lord Zhenyuan snapped out of his delusional vision of death. After all, it's impossible for someone to be asked to do something before they die.

Where to hit?

"Swing this way, aim for areas with loose rocks, and avoid colliding with the massive rocks of the mountain!"

Divine Lord Zhenyuan asked a question, and seeing that Zhang Xuezhou had directed where to attack, he waved his sleeve in response.

His flick of the sleeve was somewhat slow, yet much faster than the falling rocks.

With a tug and a pull of his sleeve, he pushed the man-sized boulder aside, sending it rolling to the other side.

But this giant boulder, as tall as a person, is just an insignificant piece of rock falling from this massive mountain. Above everyone's heads is a dark, chaotic mass of falling rocks, with some areas constantly being cut by the wind, thus increasing the amount of debris.

"Here, here, and here again! Please give us a safe place to stay!"

"Mom!"

Zhang Xuezhou gave the order, and Vishnu screamed in terror, feeling that the torment of enduring such a landslide for so long before his death was unbearable.

"Hey!"

After a moment of stillness, the Buddha disciple exhaled and pushed the motionless twelve-petaled golden lotus platform into the wind. Looking at the dark, collapsing mountain, he took several steps back.

The world has indeed fallen into an extremely slow pace, while their pace is faster than that of the outside world.

Not only did Divine Lord Zhenyuan discover all of this, but Buddha's son also quickly realized it after being reminded.

"It's possible that the strong wind brought a reverse impact, causing the landslide to occur at a different speed than normal. Quick, quick, try to break up as much of this hundred-meter-long section of rock and debris as possible, so we can have a foothold!"

The Buddha's disciple roared, his half-body, blackened by scorpion venom, repeatedly throwing punches.

At the same time, his body grew a little with every step he took, and his body began to grow gigantic.

In this state, the Buddha's disciple's speed will slow down, but his physique and strength will be greatly enhanced.

This method is rarely useful in battles between cultivators, but it is the best way to deal with it at this moment. His efficiency in striking the rocks even far exceeds that of Divine Lord Zhenyuan.

Are none of you human?

Vishnu, nearly collapsing under the oppression of death, cried out.

When the monks around him displayed superhuman strength, Vishnu felt as if he had become a mortal.

He leaped repeatedly to avoid the boulders, then looked at the dark mass of rocks approaching step by step, feeling his heart leap into his throat.

Humans cannot move mountains, but if the rocks fall slowly enough and continue to collapse and crack, allowing them to use the momentum to push these cracked boulders into the wind, they might actually have a glimmer of hope.

The world became strange at that moment, yet a possibility of survival emerged. Even though Vishnu was weak, he did his best to help others so that he could survive.

"There's a crack over there, can we squeeze through it?"

As the blows continued, Vishnu felt his gaze fall upon a narrow, passable passage.

This is a crack in the mountain. Part of the mountain has subsided, while another part has fallen more slowly due to tearing, thus creating the crack.

Most importantly, the mountain blocked the strong winds, creating a hollow, safe zone within the cracks.

Vishnu felt he could safely squeeze in, but he wasn't sure if he could survive until the end if he emerged from the crack.

"Walk!"

Zhang Xuezhou only glanced at it before Donghua followed, followed closely by Divine Lord Zhenyuan and Tathagata Buddha's disciple.

What they need is a passable section of the crack, regardless of its size, the speed of the fall, or whether there are any obstacles to passage. As long as someone cooperates to clear it, everything will be fine.

The speed of the outside world did not slow down; it simply sped up, transforming this area into a void-like region, thus causing the flow of time to be completely different.

This can also give them the greatest chance of survival.