Chapter 209: Blessed by Misfortune

Suppressing the irritation in his mind, Zhou Yi raised his hand and summoned a ten‑thousand‑zhang golden light.

At the spot where the Demon Emperor Qun self‑detonated, the space was peeled away layer by layer, and He Tu Luo Shu materialized within the energy turbulence.

These two turtle‑shell‑like Preheavenly Spiritual Treasures are crucial to the future of the Human Race; back then, Mi Xi used them to deduce the mysteries of the Eight Trigrams.

Just as he was about to seize the treasure, he suddenly sensed an abnormal fluctuation in the river of space‑time.

The lingering aura within Chaos is rapidly dissipating; this Preheavenly Treasure, which once subdued countless great beings, now seems drawn by an unseen force into the depths of the Chaos Sea.

"As expected, still cannot escape…" Zhou Yi sneered at the roiling Chaos sky. Since he helped the Human Race break the shackles of destiny, he has found that whenever the great affairs of Honghuang are involved, a corrective force pulls the trajectory back to the origin. Just like the collapsing Mount Buzhou now, which seems accidental but was already inscribed in the iron law governing the Heavenly Dao.

The Chaos Sea is boundlessly vast; even a Saint strolling inside would find locating the Chaos Bell as futile as fishing a needle in the ocean.

If this treasure is deliberately hiding from someone, even a Saint may not be able to subdue it.

Zhou Yi had already kept a back‑hand on the Chaos Bell, so it might prove useful someday.

Let's set the Chaos Bell aside for now and return to Zhou Yi, who was about to seize He Tu Luo Shu at this critical moment. Just as he was about to get it, a black silhouette whooshed out from beneath Mount Buzhou, snatched the treasure, and leapt upward.

"What nerve! To show up at a time like this, you're truly brazen!" Zhou Yi scoffed, and with a flick of his hand, heaven and earth inverted.

Don't be fooled by the black shadow's speed; Zhou Yi's massive palm was swifter, sealing the escape route in the heavens outright.

"Snap!" with a single clap, the black shadow, together with He Tu Luo Shu, was seized in his hand.

Zhou Yi fixed his gaze and said, "Who did I think you were? So you're that old mud loach Great Peng Bird!"

This black shadow is the avatar of the demon‑master Great Peng Bird, the same strand that caused trouble in the Six Realms of Reincarnation last time. Since Zhou Yi shattered its true form within Human Race territory, the old monster has been completely in hiding, perhaps lurking in some corner of the Chaos Sea.

The Great Peng Bird is indeed a brazen thief; during the Wu‑Demon war it managed to slip away.

Now, with this rotten behavior still unabashed, it pulls petty tricks every few days; last time it set a snare in the Six Realms of Reincarnation, and now it covets He Tu Luo Shu again.

Zhou Yi pinched his two avatars and sneered, "Did you really think hiding in the Chaos Sea would make you untouchable?" Though the Chaos Sea makes finding someone difficult, following the imprint within the avatars is like tracing vines to fruit; it may yet expose this old mud loach. Keeping such a scheming old silver coin will eventually cause disaster.

The demon wind, laced with a scent of blood, circled the summit of Mount Buzhou; as Zhou Yi gathered He Tu Luo Shu, his sleeves fluttered in the fierce wind, rustling sharply.

He turned to the sole remaining Ancestor Shaman Yu Qiang and said, "Lead the clan back; as long as we guard the foundation of the territory, the Wu Clan's lifeline will not be severed."

"Lifeline?" Yu Qiang's fingertip still bore the bloodstain from the fallen Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman; she gave a wry laugh, pointing at the scattered armor, "Only I remain to guard the empty mountain among the Twelve Ancestor Shamans—what kind of lifeline is that?"

At this moment, Emperor Qun and Taiyi fell in pairs, the ten Ancestor Shamans all self‑detonated, and the elite of the Wu and Demon races suffered ninety percent losses.

The remnants of the Demon Race were being pursued by four Human Race Quasi Saints, and even the Great Luo Golden Immortal was nearly exhausted.

The Human Race, under the protection of Sui Huang, only suffered minor losses.

Zhou Yi gazed at the Chaos aura seeping through the crack in the heavens and said gravely, "All things in heaven and earth have a turning point; we must guard the Six Realms of Reincarnation and await the moment."

He knew the journey into the Chaos Sea was imminent, yet a more urgent matter loomed: Mount Buzhou, formed from Pangu's spine, was emitting a heart‑pounding cracking sound.

【7】 Yu Qiang suddenly reached out and caught a falling ice crystal, the last condensation of shamanic power from the Water God Ancestor Shaman before its dissolution.

Yu Qiang suddenly reached out and caught the falling ice crystals; that was the final condensation of the witch power of the primordial witch Shui Shen before it dissipated.

She closed her eyes, pressed the ice crystal to her chest, and when she opened them, the lively girl who loved wearing emerald feathered skirts had become the clan's helm‑bearer shouldering the whole tribe.

When the last batch of the Wu Clan stepped into the Netherworld barrier, Mount Buzhou finally snapped in half at the waist.

Amid the thunderous collapse of the sky‑supporting pillar, the celestial river surged back to the mortal realm, the earth's veins spewed fire and poison, and the entire Honghuang trembled; this calamity was far more perilous than the Wu‑Demon final battle.

The instant Mount Buzhou collapsed, a deafening roar rang through heaven and earth, as if the whole world were wailing in agony.

The fall of this sky‑supporting pillar caused Honghuang Tian Di to quake violently; the north‑west sky seemed torn open and kept sinking, and the entire space began to warp and fracture.

In this apocalyptic scene, the firmament suddenly split open a massive hole, and silver‑white weak water poured down like the Nine Heavens' silver river.

This weak water was no ordinary flow; even a feather could not stay afloat, birds sank upon contact, and ordinary beings vanished in an instant when they fell in.

Even a Taiyi Golden Immortal would have flesh and blood melt upon touching this water, with the primordial spirit unable to escape. In merely half a day, the vast Honghuang spanning hundreds of millions of li turned into a deathly water domain.

Worse still, the fracture of Mount Buzhou continuously spewed Chaos turbulence; these grayish currents devoured anything they encountered.

Zhou Yi stared at the scarred heavens and earth, clenched his fists, and turned to sprint toward the Human Race territory.

He clearly recalled the historical trajectory; now the foremost priority was to protect his people, while the grand drama of mending the heavens and saving the world would naturally feature the Saints.

As he had anticipated, when the Human Race's territory was firmly shielded by the golden light dome of the celestial bell, seven universe‑shaking auras descended from the nine heavens.

The white‑bearded Dao Ancestor Hong Yuan stepped forth on violet qi, followed by the Three Pure Ones, Nüwa, and the two Western Saints.

At the Dao Ancestor's signal, the Supreme Lord of Shangqing cast a Taiji diagram to stabilize the sinking sky, Yuanshi Tianzun unfurled a Pangu banner to support the four poles, and Tongtian Jiaozhu employed the Exterminating Immortal Sword Formation to seal the Chaos fissure.

Zhou Yi quietly observed within the light dome, watching the Saints each display their divine powers. He knew his pre‑set defensive barrier could hold at most three days.

But just as he had foreseen, the script of mending the heavens and saving the world had already assigned its roles; now he merely needed to be a vigilant audience for the Human Race.

In the depths of the North Sea, an unbidden disaster unfolded. Jieyin and Zhunti, two Western Saints, rode the waves; their target was the mysterious turtle that had slumbered a million years beneath the sea, its four limbs about to become the four celestial pillars supporting heaven and earth.

The mysterious turtle had originally lived peacefully in the deep blue sea, never having provoked any Honghuang great being nor committed any slaughter.

Yet that day, while it was dozing inside its shell, two saintly auras suddenly locked onto it.

Zhunti's seven‑treasure wondrous tree instantly shattered the water barrier, while Jieyin's twelve‑grade golden lotus sealed every retreat.

No matter how the turtle struggled, its four limbs were eventually severed, and even its primordial spirit was nearly crushed by the Saints.

At the brink of life and death, the spirit energy accumulated over millions of years within the turtle erupted, its primordial spirit bursting through the saints' aura and plunging straight into the Six Realms of Reincarnation.

This echoed the saying "the Great Dao fifty, the Heavenly Extension forty‑nine"; even when the Saints act, they must still leave a sliver of life for all things.

Incidentally, the mysterious turtle also benefited from its misfortune; its limbs now support Honghuang heaven and earth, and this merit directly made its reincarnated form become the future Emperor Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor.

Nevertheless, that is a later tale; for now the two Western Saints are busy forging the turtle's legs into sky‑supporting pillars.