The sword net was vast. No matter how sharp and dense those thread-like sword wills were, they couldn't block all the seawater.
The momentum of the sea was not as terrible as before, but it was still dripping like a wet towel that was being wrung tightly. It looked like it was about to dry up, but it was still dripping.
The next thing to do was to spread stones and sand on the invisible sword net of dozens of miles, and then use formations or amulets to condense them into blocks. It was like building a crust at the bottom of the Giant Whirlpool.
The ancestor of the Giant was responsible for dredging the passage between heaven and earth, so he was good at it. He knelt down in the sea, and kept digging out large stones and sand from behind him, and then carefully placed them on the sword net. From a distance, it looked like a mountain on the sea, but it was swaying in the wind.
His palms were very big, and each rock he held was a small mountain. At this speed, it wouldn't take him long to block the passage from the sea to the Underworld. The problem was that the number of rocks at the bottom of the sea was limited. It didn't take long for him to reach the bottom, and he almost made another hole, so he had to find another place.
As the twilight deepened, the Giant moved slowly on the surface of the sea, bringing up countless huge waves and digging out countless huge stones. It was unknown when he could fill up the sea.
In the Underworld, the mountains and rivers that stretched for hundreds of miles blocked the seawater that flowed to the Underworld River. There was a huge gap in the gap, and a Buddha sat there, motionless despite the crashing of tens of thousands of waves.
Eventually, some seawater flowed into the distance along the cracks between the rocks, and wisps of green smoke rose from the Underworld River. Dead bodies were everywhere on both sides of the river. The sergeants of the two major forces of the Underworld and the innocent people fled, crying and screaming, but it was unknown if they could escape from this disaster.
The two greatest and the greatest people in the world were saving the world silently and alone.
No one knew where the most indifferent and silent person who had saved the world had gone.
The twilight faded, and the night deepened. The sky was full of stars, shining on the dark surface of the sea, making the rumbling sound of the water even more frightening.
The starlight in the sky was slightly bent, and someone finally arrived. It was a Sage.
Bu Qiuxiao had become a Saint the day before. To block the passageway of the Chaotic Wind entering the Underworld, he had exhausted all his efforts. Then, he was sneak-attacked and severely wounded by Bai Zhenren. But he was still the first one to arrive here.
Fresh blood covered the cloth, but when the starlight shone on it, there was not the slightest smell of blood or baleful aura. Instead, it seemed incomparably holy.
The Giant took a look at Bu Qiuxiao, thinking that this human was quite powerful, but he couldn't solve the problem alone.
Bu Qiuxiao was a bit startled to see the giant. Watching what he was doing, Bu Qiuxiao suddenly felt a sense of admiration. But he thought that the two of them might not be able to fill this ocean.
Suddenly, several sword lights appeared on the horizon.
They were Guangyuan Zhenren, Nan Wang, and three elders whom Bu Qiuxiao didn't know. But judging from their sword wills, he could tell that they were also the Heavenly Arrival figures of the Aoyama Sect.
The giant was very familiar with the sword will of Aoyama, and he had a natural sense of intimacy with it. He shouted 'Aja' at the sword lights.
A few sword lights turned around and returned to the bottom of the ocean one hundred miles away, starting to cut the ocean.
The sharp sounds of the flying swords cutting the ocean sounded muffled and booming after being blocked by the ocean water.
Bu Qiuxiao understood what the giant meant, and flew to the other side. He joined hands with the Cultivation colleagues of the Aoyama Sect to move the mountain and fill the ocean.
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The stars in the sky didn't blink. They gazed at the surface of the ocean calmly or nonchalantly, as if they were mocking the futile efforts of those lives.
After a long while, the stars seemed to have grown tired and disappeared into the morning sunlight.
The morning sunlight grew brighter, and time went by. As dusk arrived, a few more sword lights and a dozen light rays of the magic treasures arrived from the other side of the ocean.
It was Chaotian on the other side.
The swordsmen of various sects had arrived here one after another. Even the unstable Zhongzhou School had sent an elder in the Lianxu State.
Seeing the giant as large as a mountain, these Cultivation practitioners felt terrified and were about to attack reflexively; but they were stopped by Bu Qiuxiao, who asked them to follow the giant's instructions and move the mountains at the bottom of the ocean to fill the ocean.
The elder in the Lianxu State of the Zhongzhou School spoke to Bu Qiuxiao in a low voice.
By now, Bu Qiuxiao knew that the civil strife at the Zhongzhou School had come to an end.
The Immortal Tan had always kept a low profile and was mild; but unexpectedly, he acted so decisively and decisively this time. He suppressed the Unicorn at the back of Cloud-Dream Mountain and killed Ren Qianzhu and a few other elders, stabilizing the situation in a short time, regardless of his severe injury.
"The Immortal Sect Master is severely wounded. It will take him one hundred days to get here," the elder in the Lianxu State said in a low voice.
Looking at the Huge Whirlpool below, Bu Qiuxiao displayed a worried expression in his eyes, wondering if the sword net left by the Immortal Jingyang could hold up for one hundred days.
The dusk faded away, and the night came again. The stars kept on coming out to mock the human world.
The mountains at the bottom of the ocean were cut off by the flying swords and the magic treasures, and then brought to the Huge Whirlpool. The Giant crushed them into pieces and scattered them on the sword net.
Bu Qiuxiao stopped moving the mountains and filling the ocean. Sitting in the cloud above the Huge Whirlpool, he used the blood of the Saint to write amulets on the sword net, making the broken stones and silt on the sword net become one.
The swordsmen of the Cultivation circle continued to save this world in silence. Nobody took a look at the stars, because they didn't have the time and didn't care about it.
The morning sunlight illuminated the surface of the ocean again, making it look red and warm. A redder lotus cloud appeared on the horizon. Zen Master had finally arrived from the distant snowland.
The exhausted Bu Qiuxiao felt refreshed when he saw the scene. In the next moment, he saw an unforgettable scene.
Countless sword lights and magic treasures were flying over from the horizon, along with dozens of sword boats and cloud boats, and of course the Boat of Diligent Study of Yimaozhai.
In the distance, hundreds of godly boats from Penglai Island were also heading this way, leaving hundreds of white sprays on the blue surface of the ocean. It was a magnificent scene.
As this world was on the verge of destruction, all the human Cultivation practitioners had arrived, including some powerful demons.
Though their prowess was not as powerful as that of Bu Qiuxiao, Nan Wang and the others, they had the advantage in numbers.
As long as they kept at it, the ocean would be filled up one day.
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The seawater that had fallen into the Underworld had overflowed that mountain range two days ago. The seawater that had flowed to the two ends of the mountain range turned into countless tiny streams and flowed toward the Underworld River.
The large Buddha was walking in the swampy fields while heaving a huge iron broadsword. His mottled face displayed a calm expression, devoid of much grief. It was probably because he was breathing constantly in an attempt to swallow all the green smoke into his stomach, so he couldn't show too much emotion on his face.
On the distant black mountain, a great number of inhabitants of the Underworld were hiding in the cliff caves, crying while hugging each other. The short Sensei was trembling, wondering when the dreadful green smoke would be blown here by the wind.
The Grand Priest was dead, and the severely wounded Underworld Master was nowhere to be found. The swordsmen of the Underworld had also suffered a great deal of casualties and had fled in different directions. Nobody paid any attention to these pitiful inhabitants of the Underworld.
The seawater that had fallen into the Underworld the second time didn't have much contact with the Underworld River, and most of the green smoke stayed on the ground. Only a small part of it rose up into the sky, passing through the Heavenly Well along with the gentle wind.
A figure dropped down from the green smoke. Her colorful clothing was very eye-catching in the dark and gray world.
Apiao showed up in a dazzling manner.
Countless gazes were fixed on her in the sky, including those hidden in the dark with complicated emotions.
Over the last one hundred years, she had lived here as the King Of The Underworld. But many inhabitants of the Underworld, besides the subordinates of the Underworld Master, didn't want to accept her identity, especially the swordsmen on the side of the Grand Priest, because she didn't have the Seal of the King Of The Underworld.
The wind and rain were rare in the Underworld, but the strong wind suddenly howled and tousled her black hair, which shot backward like a sharp arrow.
It was because she had an object in her hand.
Judging from the shape of the object, it was a jade seal. It was dark and gloomy, exuding an unimaginable magic energy.
This was the Seal of the King Of The Underworld, who had left the Underworld a few hundred years ago!
Sensing the energy that couldn't be forged, many inhabitants of the Underworld ran out from the caves and behind the trees, regardless of the threat of the green smoke. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Apiao in the sky, crying and begging the King Of The Underworld to save her people.
Looking at the world between the black mountains and the clear waters and the suffering populace, the Drifter revealed an indignant expression in her eyes. Looking at those remote places, she yelled in a deep voice, "Get the hell out of here!"
After a long while, an Underworld general exuding a gloomy and cold energy walked out from one of the residences and knelt on the ground with a thud.
In the next moment, more and more surviving swordsmen of the Underworld walked out, including those who had been loyal to the Grand Priest.
"Come with this emperor."
Apiao flew toward the distance expressionlessly.
Hundreds of swordsmen of the Underworld hurriedly followed.
Along the way, more swordsmen of the Underworld appeared and joined this group.
The field in front of them had already turned into a swamp, and the seawater continued to flow forward.
That giant Buddha walked among them, holding an iron broadsword in his hand, constantly moving the mountain.
Looking at that figure, all the swordsmen of the Underworld revealed an expression of fear and admiration.
"Follow the Lord Broadsword Saint and repair the mountain," Apiao said.
A swordsmen of the Underworld said, "No matter how long the mountain is, it will eventually be bypassed by the seawater."
Apiao said, "Idiot, don't you know how to connect this mountain into a circle?"
That swordsmen of the Underworld said helplessly, "Your Majesty, even if we connect it into a circle, if the seawater does not stop falling, it will eventually overflow the top of the mountain."
Apiao looked up at the sky, which was still pouring rain, and said, "That will depend on when the human race can stop it."
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There was no sun or stars in the Underworld, so it was difficult to determine the flow of time.
After an unknown number of days, the downpour from the sky suddenly lessened. Then, at a certain moment, without any warning, it completely disappeared just like that.
Thousands of swordsmen of the Underworld were exhausted to the extreme, and some of them even died of exhaustion. They were in a trance, so they couldn't react in time.
Cao Yuan pulled back his iron broadsword and lifted his head slowly to look at the sky. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a happy smile.
The passage leading to the Underworld from the sea was blocked.
The people of the Underworld didn't know what had happened until a long time later, or rather, they believed that something had happened.
The first thing that broke out was not the cheers, but the cries, which rose up into the sky. It was the cries of people who had survived a calamity and escaped from death.
The seawater that had fallen into the Underworld had formed a large lake surrounded by the interconnected mountain ranges.
This large lake had no scenery to speak of, but it was vast and boundless.
The Underworld called it Hulun.
It meant a lake as big as the sea.
Apiao came to the shore of Hulun Lake. Looking at the blue seawater, she thought of her Teacher who had a mind as broad as the sea.
Teacher, where are you?
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(The second last sentence can be used to slap the dog's head.)
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