Chapter 1 The Collapse of Heaven and Earth

Heaven and earth cracked. After being guided to deviate from its course, the water god Gonggong unleashed a blow that, while it killed the enemy formed from innate turbid qi, recklessly crashed into Mount Buzhou, directly fracturing its foundation. The immensely large Mount Buzhou broke apart, and a portion of it collapsed with a deafening roar.

‘Damn… these guys…’

Before losing consciousness, Old Buzhou understood that today's events had likely been plotted long ago. The enemy had laid their trap far in advance; otherwise, even if he had directly taken Gonggong's attack, it wouldn't have broken his very foundation.

It wouldn’t have led to the collapse of heaven and earth.

At most, he would have just fallen unconscious.

Damn it…

Hun Tian was dead, and if he, who supported the heavens and stabilized the six voids, were to fall…

Buzhou Mountain's last sight was of the turbid qi manifestation, heavily wounded by his attack, struggling to rise. Then, he saw what appeared to be a white-clad figure intercepting it, before succumbing to his injuries and losing consciousness. The initial impact of the water god and Buzhou Mountain's power caused the firmament to shatter.

The largest and most powerful shockwave spread out.

Just as the sky was about to collapse further, the white-haired Daoist had already braced himself against the falling firmament. The immense weight, which even in later generations required the combined support and distribution of [Zhong], [Li], the [Four Extremes of Earth], the [Heavenly Pillar], and [Nine Netherworlds], made Wei Yuan feel his very foundation buckle under the strain.

Fortunately, although Mount Buzhou was unconscious, some of his power remained, barely managing to hold on.

The white-haired Daoist looked at the god formed from pure turbid qi, radiating an aura antithetical to all life and death, ahead. He swallowed blood, and the divine weapon Kunwu, already cracked from the battle with the Lord of Guixu, tore through the flowing light, directly slashing forward.

The turbid qi manifestation, having already received a direct hit from Mount Buzhou, had lost almost all of its power.

However, Wei Yuan’s cultivation was already in a state where he couldn't unleash more than seventy percent of his true strength. Now, he had to dedicate a significant portion of his power to supporting the firmament, preventing it from falling further – Mount Buzhou had been broken, signifying that the pillar of heaven had been snapped by a third.

Representing the [Firmament] crashing down by a third.

Representing the collapse and chaos of order, the frantic disorder of the six voids, the forced compression and explosion of primordial qi, causing the destruction of countless worlds, resulting in the eternally burning flames and eternally raging waves recorded in later texts.

Damn it… Hold on, hold on!

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth. The longsword in his left hand thrust and slashed, radiant with light, summoning gales or piercing through space, merging with heaven and earth. He even used Dijun's Zhou Tian Xingchen sword technique, suppressing his opponent despite being at a lower realm.

"You!!! Seeking death!"

The turbid qi manifestation's attacks became utterly frantic, exceeding the very concept of speed. Wei Yuan could only use his sword to defend his right hand, which was supporting the heavens, preventing the complete collapse of the world. But how could he completely avoid being affected?

He was, after all, just a human.

Accompanied by the longsword's hum, the blade directly pierced towards the opponent's face.

The heavily wounded and crazed turbid qi suddenly opened its mouth wide, splitting its entire face apart, and bit down on the Kunwu sword. The divine weapon emitted a series of mournful cries, and cracks spread across its entire surface.

The two sides wrestled for dominance.

With a tearing sound, a crack appeared on the Daoist's right arm. The immense weight and the frantic battle while supporting the heavens caused his physical body to resist no longer. Blood spurted out, and the appearance of this wound seemed to be just the beginning, as wound after wound opened on his body.

The space beneath the turbid qi manifestation's feet shattered.

Tearing fissures, like sword strikes, directly struck the Daoist's right leg. His right hand supported the firmament, but his right leg suffered such a severe blow. The Daoist's face turned pale, and his body instinctively swayed, his right knee heavily kneeling towards the ground, causing the firmament he supported to shift to one side.

Along with it, the sun, moon, stars, and all of creation tilted towards the northwest.

The turbid qi manifestation laughed maniacally and continued its attack.

"Block it, block it, hahaha!"

"A mere mortal, defying the heavens, dare to continue, continue!"

The Daoist, who should have fallen heavily to his knees, suddenly exerted force and stabilized his right leg, even breaking it through [Spatial Misalignment], actually managing to stand firm, avoiding a fatal blow and causing a momentary pause in the turbid qi manifestation's onslaught.

You!!!

The Daoist gripped the sword in his left hand and suddenly spun it.

The Kunwu sword cried out madly, spinning at terrifying speed, directly stirring the space, tearing the qi of the six voids, creating natural turbulence in the surrounding primordial qi. Lightning and fire arose, and gales raged. Then, the Daoist released the longsword, turned his fist into a palm, and heavily struck the sword hilt.

The longsword screamed and instantly erupted.

Directly piercing through the turbid qi manifestation's foundation, transforming into a stream of light and flying out, its destination unknown. Only a brilliant stream of light could be seen in the sky, like a comet streaking across the moon, leaving a grand trail in the sky. This terrifying attack caused the turbid qi manifestation, already in a state of collapsed foundation due to Mount Buzhou's full-force attack, to lose focus, its thoughts momentarily frozen.

Stepping forward.

Wei Yuan's cultivation erupted with full force. His left hand's five fingers spread open, directly seizing the turbid qi form.

Mount Buzhou's power erupted again.

The terrifying power that seemed to crush the soul, true spirit, and physical body into powder was suppressed once more. Wei Yuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes wide, supporting the firmament with one hand, stepping, twisting his waist, and throwing his opponent.

The latter's hands tightly gripped Wei Yuan's arm, disrupting the defensive layer of Buzhou's power, piercing through the strong flesh tempered by thunder and fire, tearing out wounds so deep that bone could be seen. But the hand remained unmoved.

"You… this is not enough!"

An indifferent voice replied, "Not enough?"

The turbid qi manifestation calmed down from its rage because this voice was not spoken by the white-haired Daoist in front of it, nor did it come from the front, but from behind. It was another voice filled with anger and surging killing intent.

A spear formed from the gathering of flowing water instantly pierced through the turbid qi manifestation's body.

Immeasurable heavy water poured in through invisible acupoints, stirring, destroying, and tearing inside the turbid qi's body at a frantic pace. Finally, the water flow raged, washing over the turbid qi manifestation's very soul. The next moment, the Daoist's left hand formed a sword gesture and directly pointed at the turbid qi's brow.

The sword qi became heavy and gentle, and with fingers together he slashed down.

The turbid qi manifestation was directly cut in half.

Each half was then annihilated into particles beyond the observation of divine sense by an extremely fine sword qi storm. In the end, it was forcibly banished by the water god Gonggong, erasing even the last possibility of its return.

Gonggong's aura instantly weakened. He coughed up blood, leaning on his spear, kneeling on the ground, panting heavily.

He looked up at the white-haired Daoist in front of him, who said, "Mount Buzhou, he..."

A look of pain appeared in Gonggong's eyes, "I fell for their trap."

"Mount Buzhou is heavily injured and unconscious."

"The pillar of heaven has collapsed. This Great Wilderness Kunlun, and even the small worlds attached to it, will be interfered with and destroyed…" He took a deep breath, looking at the Daoist supporting the heavens and earth in front of him, and said, "I'll help you, I have to do something…"

"No need, Gonggong, take Old Bo away from here immediately."

Wei Yuan fought against the heavy burden and said, "Take his true spirit away and settle it properly. Otherwise, those turbid qi will definitely come here again, trying to control him. Even with his indestructible foundation, he will die completely."

Gonggong nodded with a gloomy expression, looking at the blood-stained Daoist, "Then you…"

Right now, Wei Yuan was able to support heaven and earth because Mount Buzhou's true spirit was still here.

Because there was still power from Mount Buzhou participating.

If Gonggong took Mount Buzhou's true spirit away directly, then it meant that the burden of supporting the heavens would fall heavily, representing that all the responsibility would fall on this Daoist. His expression struggled. Wei Yuan looked at Gonggong and said, "Go quickly, I won't die."

Gonggong was not a hesitant character. He gritted his teeth and left his weapon here, transforming it into a cloud of water vapor, enough to instantly heal most gods. But in its current state, it could only keep Wei Yuan's injuries from worsening.

Turning around and flying into the air, he came to the place where Mount Buzhou was unconscious.

It was broken at a position two-thirds of the way up. Most of Mount Buzhou's mountain body was still connected to the earth and could not be taken away. Gonggong used his divine power to merge the body and true spirit of the old man into the portion of the mountain that had been knocked down.

Then, in a long roar, with boundless power, despite his heavily injured body, he still carried the broken mountain body on his back and flew away rapidly towards the safest area. The white-haired Daoist was already supporting the sky with both hands. Gonggong said, "...Survive, if we can meet again next time."

"Let's drink another cup together."

"...Good."

The water god Gonggong had already gone far away.

With the speed of flowing water, even in a state of severe injury and loss of most of his origin, he still transformed into a beam of escaping light. He tried his best to get away from the original area of Mount Buzhou. And undoubtedly, in this era, there was enough magnanimity and strength to protect the true spirit of Mount Buzhou at this moment.

There would not even be those who had thoughts of using Mount Buzhou, only one -

The Lord of the Stars in the Great Wilderness!

Send this section of the mountain to the edge of the Great Wilderness, the heavenly realm of the far west.

In this way, to get to this section of Mount Buzhou, one must cross the Great Wilderness and face the number one Great Wilderness Heavenly Emperor in the world, and in the northwest heavenly realm, there was the god of the Three Realms and Eight Desolations, the number one in defense.

Shi Yi.

………………

While Gonggong took away the true spirit of Mount Buzhou.

The true weight of the [Firmament] instantly and realistically fell on Wei Yuan. This was the concept of the firmament of the Three Realms and Eight Desolations, of the myriad worlds, the weight that would need to be borne together by [Zhong], [Li], [Nine Netherworlds], [Four Extremes of Earth], and [Pillar of Heaven] in the future.

Wei Yuan's face was pale. Even the conceptual contact crushed his body, and wounds continued to be burst open by the immense pressure. The Daoist's blood vessels and muscles bulged, and he gritted his teeth and laughed at himself, "...So heavy… no wonder Old Man Buzhou's slap was so hard to endure."

"The second in the world is only close to Dijun's strength…"

His waist was bending.

And the [Firmament] was also pressing down with a slow and steady pace.

The masses were fleeing in panic. The demon race, beast race, the barbarian races, and even those with divine blood clans, felt fear and helplessness in the face of this calamity of the collapse of heaven, sensing despair and powerlessness. And in this area of the god of Mount Buzhou, Wei Yuan could also 'see' these things.

The despairing and deathly pain.

"Heh… how could I be crushed to death like this?"

The Daoist's wooden hairpin had long been shattered, his white hair falling down. He gritted his teeth, his muscles and bones bulging.

It was a method that no one had ever achieved to the extreme in ancient and modern times.

It was a divine power that only existed in legends.

The Thirty-Six Supreme Heavenly Astral Divine Powers - Size as One Wishes, large as the Law of Heaven and Earth, small as to hide and conceal one's form. But at this moment, the Daoist was using a method that still completely surpassed the Thirty-Six Heavenly Astral Divine Powers. It was based on the heaven of Hun Tian and the earth of Houtu, and was truly the meaning of [Law of Heaven and Earth].

Follow the Way of Hun Tian, imitate the image of Houtu.

The Daoist heard the sound of his own cultivation collapsing.

Like snow melting in spring, broken ice swirling and dissipating under the great sun.

Dijun's warning when he left seemed to still be in his ears. The Daoist just smiled forlornly and closed his eyes.

And the masses fleeing in panic, the creatures kneeling on the ground, heard a long roar and subconsciously raised their heads, seeing that the heavy falling firmament suddenly stopped descending, and the violent flames and raging primordial qi also returned to their original appearance. A tall giant appeared between heaven and earth.

His hands supporting the sky.

His feet stepping on the earth.

Little by little, he separated heaven and earth again.