Chapter Fifteen: Divine Dragon Supports Heaven, Peaceful and Ingenious

  In ancient times

  Who spread the Tao?

  The shape is not yet formed, above and below are undefined.

  What is the reason for this examination?

  Mount Buzhou, was transformed from Pangu's spine. After Pangu opened up the sky and earth, heaven and earth took shape, the divine axe chopped in all directions, gradually making the sky high and distant, the earth vast. In order not to let heaven and earth reunite again, he continued to cast his magic. Every time Pangu's body grew one foot taller, the sky would rise by one foot, after more than 18,000 years of effort, Pangu became a giant who held up the sky with his head and feet on the ground, while the sky rose high and the earth became thick and solid.

  Finally, heaven and earth no longer converged, Pangu was exhausted, fell to the ground, and his body transformed into all things. Among them, his spine continued to support the heavens and became Mount Buzhou.

  However, at this moment, Gonggong's last blow before his death cut off the Zhongnan Mountain range, and the heaven and earth converged again in the middle. A huge hole appeared in the sky, and the endless heavenly river poured down on the vast land of Honghuang, and countless living beings wailed incessantly.

  Especially for the weak and feeble individual forces, it's a sorrowful scene everywhere. The saints used their great magical powers to protect their own domains in the first instance, but how many saints are there? How many powerful beings can there be? The vast and boundless world of the Grand Wilderness is home to countless living creatures. With the heavenly river water and earthly fire bursting forth simultaneously, it's truly a calamity of epic proportions!

  Among the crowd, Nüwa's face was the palest. Gonggong's rage crashed into Mount Buzhou, and more than half of the cause and effect were on her! This boundless karma would have made her suffer for eternity if she weren't an immortal saint. Even so, it's likely that Nüwa won't be able to take in any more disciples in the future (it's said that the talented Lingzhu was given to the Primordial Heavenly Lord, and Sun Wukong, with a mother-son bond, was sent to the Western Sect... what a pitiful woman!).

  At the moment when everyone was shocked, the Taoist laws and regulations of the Heavenly Path stabilized the damaged Honghuang Heaven and Earth from the void. The Hongjun Dao person appeared in front of everyone with a pale face.

  "Teacher!" The saints hurriedly kowtowed.

  "Hmph! Look at the good deeds you've done! The Honghuang is shattered, the Heavenly Way no longer exists, and you think you can be indestructible for all eternity?!" A cold voice emerged from the mouth of the Dao Ancestor.

  The saints were even more terrified, and the Western Pure Land saints had already cried bitterly. "Please, Master, save us!" they said. The longer one lives, the more afraid of death one becomes, especially for an existence that was originally eternal and indestructible. If one day someone told him he would die, he would probably go crazy immediately.

  The Taoist ancestor also knew that this was not the time to settle accounts, and frowned every day: "The one who unties the bell is still the one who tied it, the disaster of Zhoushan is caused by you, but now we need you to prop up the sky and repair the sky!" He took out a small golden tripod and handed it to Nüwa.

  "Nüwa, this chaotic drama is largely due to your karma, but you need to settle it yourself. The task of repairing the heavens is now entrusted to you!" The various saints were dissatisfied in their hearts, as Hongjun Daozu still favored his only female disciple who had entered his chamber. If Nüwa completed the task of repairing the heavens, her previous karma could be offset, and she would also gain a lot of merit.

  Seeing the Three Pure Ones and the Two Saints of the Western World remaining silent, Hong Jun said, "I will not stay in this world for long. You all want to show off your magical powers and help Nüwa repair the sky." The saints were overjoyed upon hearing this, thinking that at least they could get some credit.

  Everyone understood their duties, Hong Jun didn't say much, nodded and returned to the Purple Mansion. As soon as Hong Jun left, the chaotic Hong Huang, which was fixed by the Heavenly Way, began to merge again.

  The multitude of saints hastened to bring out their magical treasures, wanting to share the merit of repairing the heavens. Suddenly, Laozi's Taiji diagram transformed into a golden bridge, stabilizing the chaotic sky. The Primordial Heavenly Lord's Pangu banner turned into a gigantic pillar, propping open the sky and earth. The Master of Tongtian and the Two Saints of the West also revealed their own abilities.

  Alas, the heavens and earth are too heavy, all five of them use their methods to the fullest, yet the heavens and earth still slowly close in. The Primordial Heavenly Venerable frowns deeply: "What can be done?" All the saints shake their heads in unison, this person's hands are not enough! Nüwa still needs to control the Ding of Heaven and Earth, and refine the stones to mend the sky!

  Just as everyone was worried, Donghai suddenly remembered a dragon's roar, and a huge purple-golden dragon rose into the air, just in time to hold up the sky. It turned out that Ziwu Daoist saw that no one could complete the task of holding up the sky, so he thought for a moment and realized that his true body was an ancient green dragon, which happened to be able to temporarily hold up the sky. What a wonderful opportunity! So, without further hesitation, he transformed into his true form.

  The saints saw someone helping, although this dragon made them feel unusually familiar, but it might be the powerful Purple Mansion hidden in the vast wilderness! Don't think too much, hurry up and clear hands to prepare other things.

  Nüwa used the Qiankun Ding to refine and transform the five-colored divine stones. She then guided Zhunti to use his merit fire to smelt the Qiankun Ding, while Laozi extracted the Taiji diagram, blocking the hole that was causing the Tianhe River to overflow. The Original Heavenly Venerable continued to prop up the sky with Ziwei Daoren, and the Tongtian Sect Master went in search of a new heavenly pillar to replace Mount Buzhou.

  The saint took action, and it was clear whether there would be any results. Before long, the five-colored divine stone for repairing the sky was refined. Nüwa held up each of the million-ton heavy stones to repair the sky and flew towards the heavenly cave. The five-colored divine stones slowly repaired the huge heavenly hole, and finally, the heavenly hole was repaired by Nüwa. However, the river of heaven still seeped out from the cracks. Nüwa thought for a moment, then made a decisive move, and a young woman with the same face as hers appeared beside her. Nüwa bowed to her: "I'm sorry to trouble you, fellow Taoist!" The young woman smiled slightly: "You and I are originally one body, why be so polite?" After speaking, she flew towards the sky, her body liquefied, and seeped into the cracks in the heavenly cave. Gradually, the sky became as blue as it was before it broke, and even more so. White clouds floated about, peaceful to the extreme. No one would have thought that this was what the world looked like before.

  The Qiankun tripod finished repairing the sky, and after a soft hum, it flew towards the depths of chaos. Nüwa sighed at this sight, knowing that this treasure ultimately did not belong to her.

  At this time, Tongtian found Tianzhu and returned. Everyone saw that it was a giant black turtle. This turtle was born in the North Sea, with an enormous body, which was the remnant of the Hunyuan Demon God's transformation. Its magical power was extremely strong, but its spiritual intelligence was pitifully small. Now that its four limbs had been cut off, it was destined to hold up the sky.

  Nüwa took over the four limbs of the Xuanwu turtle and said to the giant dragon with a purple-golden color: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for holding up the sky. Now, fellow Taoist can withdraw your magical body." After finishing speaking, the four limbs of the Xuanwu turtle flew towards the four extremes of heaven and earth, transforming into pillars that held up the sky, making it complete and more solid than before when Nüwa mended the sky.

  The Heavenly Way bestows boundless merits, and Nüwa's repair of the sky was the most laborious. Moreover, one of her three corpses transformed into a spirit that merged with the sky, so she obtained six layers of merit. These offset the karma from previously provoking Gonggong's anger and his collision with Mount Buzhou, leaving only three layers. The remaining three layers were given to the busy multitude of saints, and one layer was given to the greatest meritorious official who held up the sky, the Purple Tenuity Taoist.

  Having witnessed this, the saints all returned to their respective Daoist temples. Although they did not obtain the Chaotic Bell, this merit was considered a great harvest. Everyone was overjoyed.

  After absorbing the merits, Zǐ Wēi Dào Rén's newly born body was originally a Merit Dragon. The power of merit was most suitable for him to enhance his strength. With a flash of golden light, his original mid-Quasi-Saint strength rapidly rose to the peak of Quasi-Saint, almost recovering his former strength as the Ancestral Dragon Azure Saint.

  With a glance at the miserable Wu tribe, Zi Wei Dao Ren sighed and said that this hard work still had to be done by himself. After all, he owed Hou Tu a favor in the past. With a sweep of his Taoist robe, the tens of thousands of Wu tribesmen who were participating were taken away by him, flying towards the underworld to repay the karma.

  Ping Xin had long since opened the gates of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, welcoming back the Wu tribe. The Wu people saw Ping Xin and fell to the ground, wailing and crying out: "Houtu Niangniang!" Their voices were sorrowful, causing those who heard them to shed tears. Although Ping Xin had said that Houtu would no longer be reborn as a Wu, how could she sever the emotional ties of countless years? Seeing the Wu tribe in such a desolate state also filled her with grief, but fortunately, their bloodline remained, and there was still hope.

  Deeply, he bowed to Zǐ Wēi Dào Rén. How could Zǐ Wēi dare accept? "Píng Xīn Niáng Niáng has repaid the poor Taoist's debt, and in those years, the poor Taoist borrowed Niáng Niáng's merits, greatly increasing his strength. This karma should be returned!" Píng Xīn heard this and was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Yes, so I and Dào Yǒu will not owe each other anything." Unbeknownst to Zǐ Wēi Dào Rén, there was a hint of resentment in Píng Xīn's voice.

  "Hmm, when did I become a lady in distress? Is it because you've taken a liking to me? Speaking of which, this place is indeed a super luxurious boudoir, or rather, an eternal prison that one can never leave."

  Thinking of this, Zi Wei hastily bid farewell to Ping Xin and left the underworld in a hurry. Behind her, Ping Xin couldn't help but chuckle, his face immediately returning to its usual calm expression. If Zi Wei had seen it, she would have been shocked - this Ping Xin didn't seem as selfless as the legends said; instead, he seemed like an old hand at scheming.

  Thinking about it, back then, Hou Tu's reincarnation was on one hand to pave a way for the living beings of Hong Huang, and on the other hand, not necessarily leaving some luck for the Wu tribe. As for Zi Wei Dao Ren, or Yu Long Dao Jun Zhang Zi Long, he is the direct disciple of the original saint, with his own strength having reached the quasi-saint peak, and the purple Wei split body, the treasure in his hands is also sharp, how can he let this karma be easily understood? In the future, the Wu tribe will probably have more trouble finding Zhang Zi Long!

  Ziwei was thinking of going home to see his apprentice's child, and also to retreat to Kunlun Mountain to heal his injuries and refine the Golden Crow clone. Suddenly, Zhang Zilong felt a shiver run down his spine, as if he had been plotted against. This is not good, extremely not good!

  P.S: The votes for Qingming are quite few... Hmm, esteemed readers, is there anything lacking about Qingming? Please point it out and enlighten me...