"When will this nightmare ever end! My Pangu Banner is nearly drained dry by this godforsaken place!" Yuanshi Tianzun complained, panting heavily as he swung the Pangu Banner to fend off the power of the stars. His robes were stained with dust and his hair was disheveled; the dignity he usually maintained was now replaced by utter exhaustion. Each swing of the banner required a tremendous amount of effort, as if he were engaged in a life-or-death struggle against the destructive power of heaven and earth.
Laozi stroked his beard, his breath slightly unsteady, and said, "Do not be impatient. Sage Nuwa must have found the Five-Colored Divine Stones by now. We must hold on a little longer." Despite his words, a hint of anxiety flickered in his eyes. He knew well that the severity of this disaster far exceeded anything they could have imagined, and every moment they held their ground was a chance for the Primordial World to survive.
Master Tongtian abruptly waved the Four Swords of Executing Immortals, sending ripples of sword qi surging forward to repel a wave of stellar energy. He shouted loudly, "Hmph, if we keep this up, my Immortal-Executing Formation will fall apart! When on earth is Sister Nuwa coming back?" His voice boomed through the gale, filled with impatience and helplessness. Though the Four Swords of Executing Immortals were formidable under his control, he was gradually finding them insufficient against the endless, surging power of the stars.
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