Chapter 64: The Collapse of Buzhou Mountain

  Laozi spoke first, "We'd better end our fate quickly, the multitude of living beings in the vast wilderness are still suffering from the scorching of the true fire of the sun."

  "The Master's words are indeed correct." Yuansheng was busy agreeing with Laozi's words, and Jieying also nodded in agreement. Laozi raised the Li Di Yan Guang flag to collect the scattered Taiyang True Fire on the Hongyuan Great Land. Yuansheng took out the apricot-yellow flag, transformed it into pieces of yellow earth, and covered the flames. Jieying accurately brought out the Eight Treasures Merit Water, and the various saints each showed their skills to gather up the scattered Taiyang True Fire. However, this was only an appetizer. The minds of the saints had long since been elsewhere. The remaining forces of the Wu and Yao tribes were no longer fighting, quietly waiting for the verdict of the saints, but the minds of the saints had long since been elsewhere.

  Taiyi died, and the Donghuang Bell became ownerless, suspended in mid-air, attracting the attention of all saints. Jieyin and Zhunti had already made plans, so they were not in a hurry, waiting quietly for changes. Tongtian also agreed to Jieyin's plan, so he had a plan in mind, wanting to take the opportunity to see how his two brothers would perform.

  Yuanshi Tianzun couldn't help himself, he knew that Laozi had two treasures, while he only had one, and his heart was not balanced. As soon as the Eastern Emperor's Bell became ownerless, he couldn't help but want to take it for himself.

  "Fellow Taoists, this Eastern Emperor Bell was originally the Chaotic Bell, one of the Three Treasures of the Primordial Heaven. Unfortunately, it has been obtained by Taiyi, but now it should be returned to its rightful owner."

  "Primitive Taoist friend, who is the original master you are talking about? Could it be that you are not qualified?" Nüwa shouted loudly on the side. As a saint, Nüwa had only one treasure, and this Eastern Emperor Bell was also owned by the demon clan. How could Nüwa be willing to give it to someone else?

  "Nüwa, you're a friend, but the Eastern Emperor's Bell naturally belongs to Pangu's orthodox sect. What's there to question?" The original slightly raised an eyebrow, looking down on Nüwa. Now that Nüwa had the audacity to compete with him for the treasure, how could he be happy?

  "Primitive Taoist friends, the Three Purities have deeply received the legacy of Pangu, and have already become saints. What's more, there are two treasures that opened up the sky, and their good fortune is already too great. Is it right for you to monopolize this blessing? This Chaotic Bell was originally a treasure that suppressed the demon tribe, and although the two Demon Emperors have already died, the treasure must still be left with the demon tribe."

  "What a wonderful idea to stay in the demon tribe, aren't you trying to make me a Nuwa saint or something?" Yuanshi was already furious at this moment.

  "Hmph, as the Holy One of the Demon Clan, I naturally have the right to possess the ultimate treasure. Besides, even though Taiyi is dead, his nephew is still alive, and it's only natural that he should inherit it." Nüwa brought out Lü Yue, and Laozi was also somewhat angry with Nüwa for not knowing her place. Can't you see clearly? This matter will ultimately be decided by strength, not by your empty words. Your magical powers and treasures are useless, and you're alone and isolated, only courting disaster."

  "Nüwa, since you claim to be the saint of the demon tribe, why don't you hand over the luck of the human tribe?" Laozi's voice was not loud, but it sounded like a sharp mockery in Nüwa's ears. Now that the demon tribe has been reduced to almost nothing and their luck is plummeting, how could Nüwa give up on the human tribe? Even if she were to use the East Emperor Bell, it would be impossible. Laozi's words were simply an attempt to intimidate her.

  However, Laozi has the strength to do so. Nüwa can argue with Yuanshi, but if she wants to compete against both Yuanshi and Laozi together, she will have no hope. The introduction of the mysterious Tao made Laozi moved, and he was no longer as gloomy as before.

  "Hmph, saints are indeed shameless. Our Witch tribe defeated the Demon tribe, and this Eastern Emperor Bell is naturally our spoils of war. What right do you have to dispute it here?" The speaker was none other than Zu Wu Zhourong. Zhourong had just lost eight brothers, and the pain in his heart was hard to express. The spoils of war that his brothers had exchanged their lives for were actually going to be shamelessly occupied by these saints. Zhourong could no longer bear it.

  Nüwa was just being bullied by Laozi, and her anger had nowhere to vent. Zhurong came knocking on the door, how could Nüwa give him a good face?

  "Hum, you little ant, how dare you utter such arrogant words, insulting the holy one. Moreover, it was your kind who stirred up this great calamity, with crimes reaching the heavens. This palace will execute you all, and that would be a good way to avenge the wrongly killed souls."

  Zhu Rong's brother died, and he felt a chill in his heart. He spoke out of turn to Nüwa, who had already steeled himself for death. But Nüwa directly insulted him as an ant, which touched off Zhu Rong's proud temper. In an instant, Zhu Rong ignited his magical powers, emulating the other ancestral witches, and charged at Nüwa.

  At this moment, Zu Wu Xuan Ming also ignited his magical powers and rushed over. Xuan Ming had seen all the elder brothers die today, and he wondered what was the point of him being alive. The saint's disdain for Zu Wu as an ant also stirred up Xuan Ming's discontent. However, Xuan Ming was extremely intelligent, and when he saw his brother rushing towards Nüwa like a madman, he knew that the saint's methods were not ordinary. He probably couldn't hurt Nüwa, so Xuan Ming shifted his gaze to Fuxi.

  After Nüwa appeared, she healed Fuxi's injuries. Fuxi was seriously injured and would not recover quickly, but he could already walk, so he stood behind Nüwa, thinking that with the protection of a saint, he was extremely safe, and he no longer had any precautions in mind.

  Nüwa saw the two ancestral witches burning with magical powers, one in front and one behind, rushing towards her. Her face turned cold, and a killing intent appeared. The ancestral witch carried the blood of Pangu on her body, and this desperate blow was not to be underestimated. Nüwa took out the Mountain and River Map, protecting her body, and grasped the red fluff ball in her hand, rushing towards Zhurong.

  Nüwa, as a saint, contained hatred and struck with great force. Zhurong was about to approach Nüwa when he was hit by her red silk ball. The true body of Zuwu was instantly halved, and the remaining true body rushed towards Nüwa like a missile. However, with the protection of the Mountain River Sheji Map, Nüwa was not injured at all.

  Nüwa killed one of the ancestral witches with a single move, feeling very relieved, as if the unpleasantness had just diminished a bit. She was about to use the red silk ball to hit Xuanming when her expression suddenly changed greatly. Xuanming seemed to be rushing towards herself, but unexpectedly changed direction halfway and rushed towards Fuxi instead. Nüwa's expression was extremely ugly, and the red silk ball in her hand flew quickly towards Xuanming, but ultimately still missed by a hair's breadth. Xuanming crashed into Fuxi's body, and Fuxi didn't even understand what happened before he died on the spot.

  Nüwa now felt as if she had swallowed countless flies, her heart was unbearable, and she was actually played by a small ant, killing her brother Fuxi in front of her. Nüwa wanted to explode with anger, but Xuanyuan had thoroughly disappeared into thin air, leaving herself without even a place to vent her anger, and this face was thoroughly lost.

  Nüwa gently tossed the Mountain and River Society Diagram, covering the area where Xuán Miǎo was self-destructing. She collected the scattered Fú Xī Yuánshén that had not yet completely disappeared from the sky and earth. Nüwa had once placed a talisman inside Fú Xī Yuánshén, which could protect it from dispersing at critical moments. However, Fú Xī didn't even have the ability to activate this talisman just now.

  Fortunately, this talisman blocked it for a moment, and with Fuxi's fate not being doomed to extinction, he didn't completely disintegrate. Nüwa collected most of his primordial spirit, preserving the opportunity for him to be reincarnated. In this great calamity, he was extremely lucky.

  Nüwa cast her angry gaze at the only remaining ancestor Gonggong, who now looked like a madman.

  "They're all dead, they're all dead, what's the point of leaving me behind?!" Gonggong furiously questioned the heavens, and immediately unleashed a burst of magical power to crash into Mount Buzhou. Among the crowd, except for Jieyin, everyone was slightly stunned, not expecting these ancestral witches to be so fierce. Jieyin knew but didn't want to stop them either.

  After all, there are still many remaining evil spirits in this great disaster. It's just right to borrow the hands of Gonggong to bring down the turbid waters of the nine heavens and eliminate them all at once, thus completing the number of calamities.

  "I'll have everyone buried with you!" With Gonggong's roar, the heavily damaged Mount Buzhou collapsed instantly, the pillar of heaven and earth fell, and the turbid water above the nine heavens was suddenly stirred up. The vast land had just undergone a trial by true fire of the sun, and now it had to undergo another baptism by turbid water.

  The rolling muddy water instantly washed the battlefield of the great war between witches and goblins, and all the witches who did not have time to escape died under the muddy water. The saints saw that it was almost done, and Laozi spoke up.

  "Fellow Taoists, let's first make up for the heavens. The matter of the Hunyuan Bell can be discussed later." The crowd nodded in agreement, but each person left a strand of their vital energy to lock down the Hunyuan Bell, just in case something unexpected happened.

  Laozi raised the Taiji diagram, Yuanshi raised the three treasures of Ruyi, Nüwa raised the mountains and rivers sheji diagram, Jiying raised the green lotus treasure color flag, Zhunti raised the seven treasures wonderful tree, temporarily sealing the great cave in the sky.

  Nüwa took out the Xī Rǎng, and Zhūn Tí also took out the Qian Kun Ding, lending it to Nüwa. Nüwa used the Xī Rǎng to refine 36,501 pieces of colorful stone, using 36,500 pieces to perfectly repair the blue sky, leaving only one piece behind. Nüwa casually discarded this last piece on the shore of the Eastern Sea, which later led to a lawsuit.

  The sky has been repaired, but the pillar that supported the sky is gone. The gaze of all the saints turned to Jieyin, and Beihai Xuanwu had already become his mount. Can it be used to repair the sky again?

  With a smile on his face, he took out an object and held it in his hand.

  "This is an immortal island on the East Sea, after refining the poor way to return to the origin, a piece of primordial chaos stone was achieved. With this object, it's easy to hold up the sky with extreme ease." The guide said as he handed over the primordial chaos stone to Zhunti, who placed the stone in the Qiankun Ding. In an instant, four large pillars were refined, perfectly supporting the four dimensions. I'm afraid they are much more solid than the legs of the Xuanwu Turtle.

  Heaven's merit is supplemented, Zhunti guides Nüwa to exert her strength and contribute her materials, each gaining more than 20% of the merit. The Three Pure Ones collectively gain more than 20% of the merit. The hearts of all the saints are not in this matter. Hastily repairing the blue sky, they have already set their sights on the Hunyuan Bell.

  Yuanshi Tianzun gazed at the Hunyuan Bell and smiled slightly, "In my humble opinion, this object should still belong to Pangu's orthodox sect. I don't know if you friends have anything else to say?"

  "You think you're the original, but at most we've just had a past life." The speaker was still Nüwa. Having gained some merit earlier, Nüwa vaguely felt that her Taoist practice had made progress, so she had the confidence to continue arguing.

  "Hehe, let me say a few words." The conversation started with "I dare to ask the original Taoist friends, this Chaos Bell is only one piece, but you Pangu Orthodox have three Taoist friends. Who should it belong to? It can't belong to all three of you, right?" As soon as these words came out, the original was at a loss for what to say, and it wouldn't be good to directly say it belonged to himself.

  As soon as Laozi heard this, he knew something was amiss. Two rays of light shot out from his old eyes, staring intently at the guide.

  "That's naturally going to belong to a virtuous person." Yuanyuan barely squeezed out this sentence, and the smile on her face grew even thicker. With this attitude of hers, it seemed like she was going to thoroughly bury the Three Purities' emotions.

  The old man's heart was greatly shocked, knowing that something was going to go wrong, but he didn't know what to say for the better. The girl wasn't stupid either, vaguely guessing the purpose of the introduction, with a hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth, quietly waiting to see the original joke.

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  It's almost time for the finale, and I'd like to take a moment to think carefully about it. Welcome, fellow Taoist friends, to offer your opinions and let's work together to make the finale even more exciting.