Chapter 210: The Heavenly Court Cannot Remain Empty Forever

When the four celestial pillars stood at the four extremities of Honghuang, the heavens and earth, which had been constantly collapsing, finally steadied.

But the hole in the sky that the Shui Shen had shattered still leaks the weak waters of the Celestial River; if this flood cannot be stopped, the repair of the heavens remains empty talk.

At the crucial moment, Nüwa stepped forward; this unassuming Saint drew the treasured multicolored stone from the bottom of her chest.

Speaking of merit, from shaping humans out of clay to forging stones to mend the heavens, Nüwa truly is Honghuang's foremost philanthropist.

Interestingly, while the gathered Saints were busy cleaning up the mess, in a cave dwelling somewhere in the Eastern Sea, a transmigrator stared at a turtle‑shell divination: "The script of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan? Have you consulted the Human Race's opinion?"

If Jieyin Zhunti heard this, he'd be so angry his golden lotus would lose its color; they could never have imagined that the mysterious turtle they casually killed would later entangle the Human Race and the Saints in a contest of destiny.

In terms of deeds and rewards, Nüwa can be called the top of the merit list.

This gift from the Heavenly Dao freed her completely from karmic bonds, truly making her a being beyond the three realms.

In that great feat of repairing the heavens, Nüwa used the multicolored divine stone to successfully mend the celestial canopy, not only sealing the rift in the firmament but also stopping the leak of the Celestial River's weak waters.

Later, the Lingming Stone Monkey that shone brightly in the Journey to the West era was precisely a fragment of the sky‑repair stone that fell to the mortal world.

After this cataclysm, the pattern of heaven and earth was rewritten. The once whole Honghuang continent shattered into four great subcontinents: Eastern Shengshen Continent, where immortal aura is faint; Southern Zhanbu Continent, where human settlement gradually flourishes; Western Niuhe Continent, where Buddhist light flickers; Northern Julu Continent, where demonic atmosphere has not dispersed.

Moreover, countless fragments formed three thousand tiny worlds scattered through the void. This state appears whole, yet its foundation has long been destabilized; if a conflict on the scale of the Wu‑Yao War erupts again, the Saints may truly have to restart Chaos and reforge the cosmos.

When the Wu‑Yao War ended, the whole Honghuang was like a great illness just beginning to heal. All races retreated to their territories to quietly mend, while only the Human Race, poised for action, began to stand out.

Although they command five Quasi Saint great beings, the Human Race's sage Zhou Yi remains very clear‑headed; in numbers they are far from the two great Wu‑Yao races at their peak.

Under his scheme, the Human Race neither seeks domination nor clings to its holdings; instead it quietly infiltrates the four great subcontinents, even planting sparks in the peripheral tiny worlds.

When the Human Race's sparks spread like wildfire, that will be the true moment to vie for the summit of Honghuang.

When the six Saints were summoned to the the Zixiao Palace, Zhou Yi alone stepped into the Netherworld underworld.

After this battle, the Wu Clan's elite were all lost; the remaining Yu Qiang Ancestor Shaman, with a few Great Witches, were trapped within the Six Realms of Reincarnation.

Deprived of Pangu's essence blood support, the Wu Clan is destined never again to recreate the grandeur of the Twelve Ancestral Witches pressing down on heaven and earth.

Zhou Yi concealed his breath, standing silently before the Reincarnation platform, his gaze fixed on some point in the void as if awaiting a pivotal opportunity.

Although the Wu Clan cannot restore its former glory, with the protection of the Six Realms of Reincarnation they can still safeguard their lineage. Zhou Yi, familiar with the path, slipped through the Reincarnation barrier; a nine‑colored aura, like an old friend reunited, proactively opened the road.

Thump‑thump heartbeats pierced the void, and Zhou Yi's mouth twitched into a smile; compared with their last meeting, this rhythm was markedly more robust. He spread his palm, ten crystal‑clear blood pearls hovering in the air, each droplet brimming with a pulse‑raising energy vibration.

"I originally hoped to rewrite the outcome of the Wu‑Yao War, but alas the tide is hard to reverse," Zhou Yi whispered toward the depths of the rosy light, "These primordial essence bloods taken from the ten Ancestor Witches' bodies may be the key to breaking the deadlock."

In the core of the Reincarnation realm flows the law‑power of the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman; here even the Heavenly Dao cannot glimpse a fraction.

Having foreseen that the Wu Clan would face reckoning by the Heavenly Dao, Zhou Yi had, long before the war erupted, demanded each Ancestor Witch's heart‑blood.

Ordinary cultivators who obtain these treasures can at most forge twelve Celestial God Demon Banners, using demonic qi to condense an Ancestor Witch's husk. But those are merely soulless puppets, worlds apart from a truly reborn Ancestor Witch.

The nine‑colored rosy light surged violently, and Zhou Yi sensed the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman's will resonating. As the master of Reincarnation, she could fully break the Heavenly Dao's shackles in the future.

By then, using the essence blood as a guide to reunite the true spirit of the Ancestor Witches, a new world could be opened within the Six Realms of Reincarnation—not merely a fantasy.

"Compared with the complete annihilation of the Yao Emperor brothers, at least the Wu Clan still retains a spark," Zhou Yi sent the essence blood into the depths of the rosy light. The nine‑colored aura sensed the blood's fierce tremor, as if mourning the fallen Ancestor Witch while also thrilled by this thread of life.

In an instant, the rosy light burst into a dazzling glare, and the ten blood pearls in Zhou Yi's palm, as if summoned, plunged straight into the depths of Reincarnation. This scenario had already been foreseen when he conspired with the Hou Tu Ancestor Shaman; at that time Hou Tu had not yet become the foundation stone of Reincarnation.

"In the end it still fell," Zhou Yi said softly, gazing at the ruins of Mount Buzhou. "Pangu's will has completely dissipated; the remaining Wu Clan can no longer bear the name of the creator's legacy. Now, within this Honghuang cosmos, only the Three Pure Ones still bear the trace of Pangu Great Deity."

He tapped the Reincarnation stone platform with his fingertip, his mutter echoing through the empty Six Realms: "What a Heavenly Dao chess game; those six Saints are probably still in the dark, only the Supreme Pure One might glimpse a clue."

Months ago, when Mount Buzhou collapsed, Zhou Yi suddenly awoke. That pillar supporting the heavens was the embodiment of Pangu's will, as if the creator had forever guarded this world.

Now the mountain's collapse and the earth's fissure mean the old era's imprint is utterly erased, just as a new king must clear the previous dynasty's remnants; the Heavenly Dao, using Emperor Di Qu's hand, completed this transition.

"If the Wu Clan merely preserves the Reincarnation, its bloodline can continue; if it again harbors ambitions of domination…"

Zhou Yi looked toward the Wu Clan's spirit essence floating in the blood pool; the dark‑red liquid reflected his solemn visage.

In a split second his gaze shifted to the Thirty‑Three Heavens: "Although the Three Pure Ones inherit Pangu's primordial spirit, they have not grasped the true meaning of creation.

The Great Calamity of the Journey to the West approaches; isn't the Eastern spread of the Buddhist school's scheme meant to dismantle their Dao lineage?"

A sudden heat surged from his fingertip; Zhou Yi stared at the blood scar on his palm and whispered, "So that's it—when Emperor Di Qu self‑detonated, he forced the Shui Shen to crash into Mount Buzhou, calculating that Pangu's bloodline could shatter the creator's spine."

The abnormal energy fluctuation when the Yao Emperor fell that day finally has an answer now.

Zhou Yi originally thought Emperor Di Qu, the Yao Emperor, was misled by the causality of the Great Calamity, leading him to the mad act of destroying his own primordial spirit.

Now he sees the hidden mechanism: Di Qu's self‑detonation was fundamentally the result of the Heavenly Dao's manipulation; the true target was never himself.

All the schemes point toward the overturning of Mount Buzhou; only the Ancestor Witch bearing Pangu's essence blood, together with it, can truly shake this sky‑supporting pillar.

"Two Quasi Saints self‑detonate to try to destroy Mount Buzhou? Without that sacrificial opening‑heaven bloodline, even a hundred hundred Quasi Saints could not move a hair."

Zhou Yi stared at the heavens beyond, sneering, his finger joints whitening from the grip.

In this earth‑shaking chess game, it's unclear whether Hong Yuan Dao Ancestor acted opportunistically or the Heavenly Dao itself personally pulled the strings and took the biggest share.

Counting on his fingers, he deduced that the Thirty‑Three Heavens outside are now bustling beyond measure.

Just as he expected, when Honghuang was first settled, the six Saints had already been summoned by Hong Yuan to the the Zixiao Palace for deliberation.

On the gilded cloud platform, the Dao Ancestor's gaze swept over the disciples below: "The Wu‑Yao Great Calamity is over; the Human Race should rise. The Heavenly Court cannot remain an empty void forever; do you have a suitable candidate to assume this great responsibility?"