The mana of the Six Sages wove through the heavens and earth, manifesting as brilliant, formidable rays of light that seemed to temporarily stabilize the crumbling Primordial World. Yet, the fractured Mount Buzhou remained like an unhealable, gaping wound, stretching between heaven and earth as a dire threat. The fissures in the sky resembled a hideous, gaping maw, from which the power of the stars leaked out from time to time—dazzling, yet laden with an aura of endless destruction, as if prophesying that this realm might collapse at any moment. Violent winds continued to ravage the land, emitting shrill, piercing howls like a heartless mocker ridiculing the efforts of the Six Sages, filling all who heard them with despair.
Yuanshi Tianzun was panting with exhaustion, his brow slick with beads of sweat that trickled down his resolute cheeks. The light emitted by the Pangu Banner in his hand had dimmed, as if it, too, had been drained of power during this arduous defense. "This wretched mountain is so difficult to manage," he complained, unable to help himself. "My Pangu Banner is nearly spent!" His voice was heavy with fatigue and helplessness; he, who had always been so awe-inspiring, now appeared unable to keep up with the situation.
Master Tongtian, his previous air of triumph vanished, frowned deeply and scratched his head. "My Immortal-Killing Sword Formation has exerted almost all its power, and yet I see no sign of this mountain improving," he said. His eyes flickere…
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