"Daluo's..."

The opening words had yet to be spoken when a violent force from afar tore the heavens asunder, scattering the flowing clouds across the sky. A primal and desolate aura surged through the entire Primordial Land.

"Brothers, my Witch Clan will never surrender!"

It sounded like a dragon's roar, yet also like the furious shout of a stalwart man.

At this moment, Nezha could no longer afford to think about anything else. With a loud thud, he stood up and rushed outside the Golden Turtle Island, fully exerting his eyesight to scan the current state of the Heavenly Court.

Only to see the Power of Time converging wildly; a Pangu's Body traversing time appeared, echoing the previous roar with an earth-shaking bellow, before directly swinging an axe toward the Palace of the Polestar in the Heavenly Court.

The Witch Clan will punish the heavens!

Such was the resolve carried by this embodiment of Pangu's will.

The Palace of the Polestar, as the nexus of the Heavenly Realm and tightly connected to all Thirty-Six Layers of Heaven, trembled as Queen Mother Yaochi stepped forth before the palace, shouting a clear command. Tens upon thousands of layers of defensive Golden Light shielded against the colossal axe.

But it was futile. The originally formidable defensive array was rendered as nothing before the embodied will of Pangu summoned by Candle Dragon. In the blink of an eye, the gigantic axe reached the Queen Mother.

The Queen Mother's surging mana showed no sign of retreat; she intended to resist it head-on.

"Turquoise Pool!"

Hao Tian, who had been silent until now, finally revealed himself. From within the Palace of the Polestar, countless dazzling lights flashed as Hao Tian emerged alongside two figures dressed in earth-hued robes and gold imperial garments, standing firmly beside the Queen Mother to intercept the terrifying axe strike.

But even the Power of Pangu was unstoppable; neither Hao Tian nor the Queen Mother could withstand it. They relied on the defensive array tied to the Thirty-Six Layers of Heaven to shield against the axe's brilliance. A deafening sound reverberated throughout the Primordial Land, and the Palace of the Polestar instantly fell.

Hao Tian fiercely shielded the Turquoise Pool behind him, roaring in fury.

"Candle Dragon, may you die a wretched death!"

What followed was a sequence of over twenty deafening explosions. The heavens crumbled.

In the thirty-sixth layer of Li Hen Heaven's Doushuai Temple, Lord Laozi frowned and briskly waved his duster, quickly stabilizing the thirty-sixth layer of heaven. Yet, as he was not a Saint, his mana was limited. The thirty-five layers below had largely collapsed into ruin, leaving him drenched in sweat from the effort.

The Heavenly Realm's origins lay atop Buzhou Mountain, splitting the Primordial Land from the cosmos—a world composed less of a singular entity and more accurately of thirty-six interwoven realms forming the current heavens.

During the Ancient Times' Witch Demon War, the Witch Clan's punishment of heaven had already severely damaged the thirty-six-layered construct. Later, when Hao Tian ascended his position, only the Palace of the Polestar where he resided had undergone repairs.

Now, in order to repel Candle Dragon—or rather Zhu Jiuyin—whose Power of Time had called forth a Pangu manifestation tied to the Twelve Duterrestrial Gods Evil Formation wielded by the Twelve Ancestor Witches,

The thirty-six layers of the heavens were directly reduced to nine.

Candle Dragon's timing was no coincidence. For one of the conditions required to unleash this immense move was the absence of Nezha. His Power of Time was severely restrained by the Chaos Bell, and if Nezha were present, Candle Dragon would not have dared to employ his Zhu Jiuyin identity to execute the move.

The second reason was his detection of anomalies in the movement of Spiritual Energy in the Heavenly Court and the Qi Fortune of the Three Realms. Duobao, aiming to ascend further, had begun lecturing the Dao. As for Hao Tian, who always appeared particularly ambitious and upward-driven, had he not been taking action?

Wrong. Actually, Hao Tian had been secretly attempting to sever the Third Corpse—the Self Corpse. Candle Dragon didn't know Hao Tian's precise moves, but he knew Hao Tian was dissatisfied with his current role, so he unhesitatingly executed a Flash plus R (great move).

Reality proved he had gambled correctly, and this gambit indeed stupefied Hao Tian. A second elder of the Dragon Clan? How were you also the Second Ancestor Witch among the Twelve Ancestor Witches?

And how, after two eras of great destruction, had you not perished?

Suffice it to say, the Power of Time's value continued to rise.

Queen Mother Yaochi, who had been shielding Hao Tian, initially intended to endure the strike to buy time for him. But in the end, Hao Tian emerged—not merely out of concern for his junior sister's safety, but also because he knew he could not sever the Third Corpse. Unable to achieve it, further delay would only waste time. So, at the critical juncture, he charged forth.

Pangu's strike ultimately dissipated, yet a fragment of Soul Power quietly fell among the scattered debris of stone, eventually breaking through spatial boundaries and vanishing without a trace.

In the underworld, Lady Houtu, who had witnessed everything, clutched a silver spatial origin in her hand and sighed.

"Little sister, take this back to Pangu Hall..."

...

Headache! Nezha now only felt a headache!

He was beginning to understand why the Daoist Ancestor kept such a tight watch over these troublemakers. At any given moment, these maniacs could stir up a calamity of unimaginable proportions!

Truly, utterly useless at anything but toppling homes.

The collapse of the Heavenly Court—who suffered the most? Mortals!

The entirety of the Primordial Land seemed engulfed by an apocalyptic catastrophe. Endless scarlet meteors indiscriminately bombarded the earth, creating a scene akin to the world's end.

Hao Tian and the Queen Mother, two Quasi-Saint level experts safeguarded by the Qi Fortune of the Three Realms, were practically guaranteed survival. For the living beings of the Primordial Land, however, such certainty was absent. Nezha had completely lost interest in hearing lectures about the Dao now.

What Dao? Who has time for Dao when the world is ending?

"Senior Brother Duobao, I must bid my farewell first."

After Nezha's departure, the other immortals also left without delay. Lectures about the Dao? Lectures, my foot—our homes are destroyed.

At this moment, Duobao's emotions were truly complex to the extreme. If the sole goal was to prevent him from lecturing the Dao, surely there was no need to go to such lengths. Any plans for his teachings were now entirely thwarted.

As the unparalleled prodigy of the Jie Sect, he had encountered hardly any dire challenges along his cultivation journey—until now. He could only lament, "When fortune smiles, all aligns to aid you; when fortune wanes, even heroes face shackles."

...

Nezha arrived above the Human Clan's lands and pointed to the heavens. The fractured skies instantly shifted to night, with a canopy of stars glittering overhead.

"In the name of Ziwei, bind!"

The Ziwei Star emitted dazzling radiance, its brilliance at the center spreading starry light across the chaotic meteor showers, suspending and restraining the scarlet meteors with radiant star chains. Amidst the Primordial Land, the sight of star chains binding the blazing meteors carried an eerie, tragic beauty.

Nezha acted swiftly, but the other Great Experts likewise moved with haste, each protecting their respective domains. Some of the more benevolent deities shielded greater numbers of living beings.

Yet the Primordial Land was vast, and though many were saved, far more perished—countless living beings massacred under the falling meteors of the great wilderness, their deaths leaving no one to avenge them.

For Candle Dragon had already perished.

The Primordial Land, amidst its rejuvenation through Spiritual Energy resurgence, had begun to thrive once more. But now, it appeared as though everything returned to square one. Once, Nezha had asked his teacher Nuwa whether the Primordial Land could nurture another Saint, but now such questions seemed unnecessary.

Destruction was easy, but creation was hard. To repair what has been destroyed requires tenfold, or even a hundredfold, the resources and effort.

These people, relentless in their pursuit of progression—if incapable of advancing themselves, sought to hinder others. If no one could progress, then there remained equal opportunities for all. How pragmatically simple and uninspired their thinking was.

After halting the onslaught of meteors, Nezha unfurled the Seven-colored Divine Light behind him to sweep away the heavenly debris. This peerless Divine Skill, which Nezha had yet to use in combat extensively, now served as an extraordinary means for cleanup.

And, simply put, it worked wonders.

After three months spent clearing the sky of meteors, Nezha returned to the Heavenly Court. As he passed through the South Heavenly Gate, he saw a colossal void that pierced the heavens and earth at the center, its appearance utterly terrifying. The Palace of the Polestar, the nexus of the Heavenly Realm, had been entirely reduced to rubble. Amidst the fragments of the ruins were the cries and lamentations of those who had once resided in the realms above.

To outsiders unaware of the details, it might seem as though the Heavenly Court was facing annihilation.

Even the residual force of Pangu's strike—which Hao Tian and Queen Mother failed to fully withstand—was far beyond what the ordinary Immortal Gods could endure. Aside from the usual guards on duty, seven to eight out of every ten Immortal Gods had been obliterated while in their homes.

Fortunately, for most of them, it wasn't their first time dying. With each resurrection, it grew easier to adapt—dying, dying, until they simply got used to it.

Those panic-stricken and utterly bewildered gods, upon Nezha's appearance, instantly regarded him as their pillar of support. Leading them was Gold Star Taibai, who no longer cared about decorum and promptly gripped Nezha's sleeve.

"Emperor, oh my dear Emperor, tell this old one—is the Heavenly Court doomed to fall?"

Given Gold Star Taibai's ancient standing, his words alone reflected the psyche of the Heavenly Realm's deities.

As a direct beneficiary, Nezha certainly couldn't say anything discouraging. After a moment's thought, he replied, "As the old departs, the new arises—this is Heaven's Dao testing us, the new generation of gods!"

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