After mending the Heavens, the Sages sighed as they looked at the messy Great Desolation. River Styx sneered in his heart. Mount Buzhou was so strong that even Sages couldn't destroy it. Even if they could, who would dare to do so? With such a huge amount of karma, they might even be pulled down from their position as Sages.
Gonggong was Zu Wu, and Mount Buzhou was formed from Pangu's spine. They were of the same origin. It would be much easier for them to return to Mount Buzhou if they hurt themselves. However, was this God's will, or was someone plotting against them? If it was someone plotting against them, was it Tendo or Hongjun? No one knew.
Looking at the collapsed Mount Buzhou, River Styx waved his sleeve and took away the biggest piece. Yuanshi moved at the same time, but River Styx was one step ahead of him. Yuanshi glared at River Styx and could only settle for the next best thing. He took the smaller pieces to make up for his loss of only five percent of his karma points.
Zhurong was not in a good mood at all. Seeing the Sages and River Styx looking at him and Gonggong, even the fearless Zhurong broke out in cold sweat. Facing so many Sages at once, Zhurong felt endless pressure. Now that the mending of the Heavens was over, it was time to punish him and Gonggong.
Zhunti was the first to speak, "Zhurong, you fought with Gonggong and caused the Great Desolation to suffer. You even destroyed Mount Buzhou. You are unpardonable. You should die as an apology to the people of the Great Desolation." Zhunti was angry that he didn't get any karma points, but Zhurong and Gonggong happened to catch up.
"Zhunti, if you want to kill my brothers, you have to ask for permission from the Wu people." At this moment, Di River arrived with the other Zu Wu. Hearing Zhunti asking Zhurong and Gonggong to die as an apology, he didn't hesitate to call Zhunti by his name.
Zhunti shouted, "How dare you, Di River! Are you trying to protect them? If they don't die, how will the Wu people answer to the people of the Great Desolation? " Although Zhunti's voice wasn't loud, it spread throughout the Great Desolation and made the people of the Great Desolation hate the Wu people.
Di River sneered, "Humph, Zhunti, don't make it sound so nice. I'd like to ask, who was the one who messed up the heavenly plan and kept us in the dark about the fight between my fifth brother and sixth brother? If you want an explanation, I'd like to ask Nüwa and you, Zhunti, to give an explanation to the people of the Great Desolation!" Di River's words were tough and unyielding. After all, the lives of Zhurong and Gonggong were at stake. How could he back down?
Hearing Di River's words, Zhunti was furious, but he couldn't refute. Just now, the merits of Tendo had disappeared. Anyone with a brain would know what had happened. He could only say, "Don't talk nonsense about us Sages, especially you little Zu Wu."
Di River saw that Zhunti wasn't willing to back down, so he said coldly, "What about the real Pangu?" Then, he threw out twelve flags. Except for the unconscious Gonggong, the other Zu Wu each took one. The last one fell into Xing Tian's hand. The Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation was completed in a flash.
Seeing this, the Sages were shocked. They didn't expect the Zu Wu people to have such a trump card. Even without Gonggong, they could set up a formation with flags. According to Di River, they could even summon Pangu's real body. How could they not be shocked?
At the same time, Houtu's voice was heard, "Everyone, although my fifth brother and six brothers are at fault, please let them go for my sake." Although Houtu couldn't leave the Hell, she knew everything about the Great Desolation.
Although Di River had set up the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation, Houtu knew that even if she could summon Pangu's real body, it wouldn't last long. Although Xing Tian was powerful, he was not Zu Wu. If he tried to summon Pangu's real body, he would die.
Sanqing and Nüwa didn't say anything after hearing Houtu's words. On the other hand, Zhunti didn't seem to want to let them go. He said, "Zu Wu Of Houtu should stay in the Hell. Daoist Friend, you don't have to worry about the Great Desolation." What he meant was that Houtu was trapped in the Hell and couldn't help the Wu people.
Hearing this, Houtu was furious. He said coldly, "Zhunti, don't go too far. Don't forget that I created the Six Paths of Reincarnation. As long as you pay the price, I can make sure that no more living creatures are born in the West." Houtu's anger was no small matter. Without the birth of new living beings, it would be impossible for the West to prosper.
Hearing Houtu's words, Zhunti's face changed. Houtu wanted to destroy the roots of the West. Summon's face turned bitter. He said, "Since the Daoist Friend of Houtu is asking for mercy, my junior brother and I won't blame Zhurong and Gonggong anymore." Facing Houtu's threat, Summon could only give in.
However, this also made the Sages of the Great Desolation afraid. With such a powerful weapon in the hands of Houtu, they felt uneasy. Fortunately, the Wu people weren't in the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Otherwise, with the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Wu people would be able to increase their population rapidly. Then, the monster race would be no match for them.
Seeing that the Sages didn't object, Di River immediately removed the formation and returned to the Pangu Palace with Zhurong and Gonggong. Seeing this, the Sages also left. Only River Styx glanced at the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the human race with a smile on his face.
… ….
When the sky was falling, a huge island was moving slowly on the surface of the South Sea. This was one of the wonders of the Great Desolation. A moving island? No. Suddenly, a huge wave rose on the surface of the sea. A huge head emerged from the water, and the entire island rose a little.
It turned out that this huge island was actually a Black Tortoise. Speaking of which, this Black Tortoise had a great background. He used to be a Primordial Demon God with the cultivation of the late Quasi-saint. He was one of the best in the Great Desolation. However, he was a mutant of the Great Desolation. Although he was powerful, he couldn't transform.
"Roar …" The Black Tortoise roared to the sky to vent his frustration. With his size, he could only stay in the sea. Otherwise, he would be a disaster wherever he went. Suddenly, a Daoist appeared in front of him. The Black Tortoise was shocked. He was a late Quasi-saint. Was this person stronger than him?
The Black Tortoise raised his head and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here? " Some people had come to attack him before, but they were all killed by him. However, the person who came this time was obviously stronger than him. Of course, he was on guard.
The Daoist said, "The Poor Way is the Good Corpse of the Ancestor of River Styx, Qiankun Taoist. This time, I'm here to help you pass the tribulation." The person who came was the Good Corpse of River Styx, Qiankun Taoist. River Styx went to participate in the mending of the sky, but Qiankun Taoist came here directly.
The Black Tortoise was shocked. Of course, he knew about River Styx. He was the only one in the Great Desolation who achieved the Fruit of Origin on his own. He didn't expect that his Good Corpse was so powerful. He was at least at the peak of Quasi-saint, which was really embarrassing.
But when he heard that Qiankun Taoist would help him pass the tribulation, the Black Tortoise couldn't help but ask in confusion, "I don't know what tribulation I have. Why do you care about me?" To be honest, the Black Tortoise didn't believe it. With his cultivation, there were not many people in the Great Desolation who could kill him, unless they were Sages. However, he had no enmity with Sages, so no one would come here to kill him.
Qiankun Taoist said, "Black Tortoise, don't you wonder why you can't change your shape? Now that Mount Buzhou has collapsed, there is nothing between heaven and earth to support the sky. In the long run, the Great Desolation will return to chaos. What do you think is the most suitable thing to support the sky? "
Looking at the Black Tortoise, the Heaven and Earth Taoist could not help sighing with emotion. The Black Tortoise's fate had been decided since it was born. Although it was born with a strong physical body, which was not inferior to the Ancestor of Sorcery, only its four limbs, which were of the Untainted Land, could be turned into four pillars that supported the sky.
Hearing Qiankun's words, the Black Tortoise was stunned. Supporting the sky? The Black Tortoise looked up to the sky and cried, "I see, I see. I just want to live a peaceful life and be able to travel freely in the Great Desolation, but I don't want heaven to kill me. I can't do anything about it. Well, it's worth it if I can save the people in the Great Desolation with my death."
Qiankun Taoist smiled and said, "Black Tortoise, you don't have to do this. Since I asked me to help you pass the tribulation, I naturally won't let you do this. You still have a chance." The Black Tortoise had such an awareness. Qiankun Taoist also appreciated it very much. In the Great Desolation, how many people could do this?
Hearing this, the Black Tortoise's face showed joy, although it looked a little scary. "I wonder what plan you have to help me pass the tribulation?" Although the Black Tortoise was not afraid of death, since he could live, who would want to die? Now that Qiankun Taoist said that he had a chance, how could he not be happy? Only by living could he fulfill his wish. Although the Black Tortoise was lazy, he also wanted to see the Great Desolation. But if he died, he would really die with regrets.
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