The sky tilts to the northwest, and the earth sinks to the southeast.

Chapter 83 The sky tilts to the northwest, and the earth sinks to the southeast.

In the primordial world, on the battlefield between the Lich King and the Demon King.

The war between the Lich and the Demon race had already ceased. The deaths of the nine ancestral witches of the Lich race and the deaths of Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi, Fuxi, Xihe, and others of the Demon race had brought the Lich and Demon armies, which were originally engaged in fierce fighting, to a standstill.

At this moment, the Lich army was locked in a stalemate. The ten demon gods of the demon race glanced at each other and then looked solemnly at the group of great shamans and the Lich army.

The high priests of the Wu tribe led their army and slowly retreated, confronting the demon army below.

At this moment, the entire army of witches and demons retreated. The demons retreated to the sides of Kunpeng and Bai Ze, while the witches retreated to the sides of Gonggong, Chiyou, and Xuanming, each guarding and protecting them.

Gonggong, who had been knocked away, has now returned to the battlefield.

When Gonggong returned to the battlefield, he saw the devastation and the corpses of the Wu tribe soldiers scattered everywhere. Looking around, he felt a deep sadness in his heart.

He had been looking for so long, yet he hadn't spotted his own brothers and sisters. At that moment, a wave of sorrow washed over him.

At this moment, he turned to look at the remaining Wu Clan army. Originally, there were hundreds of billions of soldiers and hundreds of billions of clansmen, but now there were less than ten million left. At this moment, he was extremely sad.

It should be noted that they had sent out their entire force for this expedition, leaving virtually no one from their clan behind. Yet, the great battle had reduced their clansmen to such a small number, with only a handful remaining.

At this moment, Gonggong was truly filled with sorrow, and blood was constantly dripping from his heart.

Gonggong raised his eyes and looked ahead at the countless mountains of corpses and the countless lakes, his eyes filled with despair.

Gonggong looked at the blood-red lake, at the countless red shimmering spots under the light, and wondered how much of the Wu clan's blood was contained within it.

Looking at the mountain of corpses, at the bodies of the Wu tribe soldiers, at the bodies of those tribesmen, it was as if memories of the past were being stirred up.

Gonggong grew increasingly saddened as he looked at the scene, feeling only boundless loneliness.

In the beginning, the twelve Ancestral Witches were born together and took human form together, but now only he remains.

Gonggong looked blankly at the primordial world. At this moment, he was the only one of the twelve ancestral witches left, so why would he linger in the primordial world?

Now that his brothers and sisters have entered into the embrace of the Father God Pangu, he too must return to the Father God's embrace and join his brothers and sisters.

Gonggong turned to look at the Wu tribe army, and at Houyi and Xingtian in front of the army, a resolute look in his eyes.

"Xingtian and Houyi, from now on, the Wu tribe will be under your leadership. Lead the Wu tribe well and do not let the Wu tribe decline."

"Remember this: our Wu tribe has never feared the heavens or the earth, nor do we need to fear any other race."

After Gonggong finished speaking, he turned around and flew towards Mount Buzhou, the pillar of heaven.

This move left Xing Tian and Hou Yi somewhat bewildered; they didn't realize what Gonggong, the ancestral witch, was planning to do.

Gonggong flew towards Buzhou Mountain, and his speed was so fast that he arrived at Buzhou Mountain in the blink of an eye.

Xing Tian and Hou Yi had already understood. Just as they were about to speak, they saw Gonggong, the Ancestral Witch, crash into Buzhou Mountain.

"The Ancestral Witches Gonggong, Chiyou, and Xuanming are still alive!"

Xing Tian roared, he was extremely anxious at this moment, but it was already too late.

At that moment, a deafening roar was heard, and then Buzhou Mountain began to collapse.

Mount Buzhou is the pillar supporting the heavens and the earth in the primordial world, and is the transformation of Pangu's spine.

Mount Buzhou possesses unparalleled suppressive power, connecting the primordial heavens above and the primordial earth below.

Mount Buzhou has never stood in the primordial world since the beginning of time, and has never been damaged.

However, under the impact of Gonggong, the ancestral witch, it collapsed directly.

At this moment, the group of powerful beings were very puzzled, they did not understand why this was the case.

They were well aware of the power of Buzhou Mountain, which was formed from the spine of Pangu and was incredibly sturdy. Yet, it was destroyed so easily by the impact of Gonggong, the ancestral witch. This simple destruction and easy collapse surprised them greatly.

Perhaps there are many factors involved, but people are still very puzzled.

Chen Qing knew all of this, but he watched it all indifferently.

At this moment, he became a spectator, quietly watching everything without trying to stop anything.

At this moment, Mount Buzhou collapsed, and the primordial world lost its pillar supporting the heavens. From this moment on, the primordial land would never again have this divine mountain.

At this moment, the primordial world, without the support of Mount Buzhou, immediately underwent changes.

The primordial sky seemed to have lost its support, as if it had lost its balance, and began to tilt towards the Western Emperor.

With the suppression of Mount Buzhou gone, the earth began to collapse in the southeast direction.

At this moment, the sky tilted to the northwest and the earth sank to the southeast, and tremendous changes began to occur.

Blood rain appeared in the primordial sky, and the primordial world began to grieve.

Above the sky, where Mount Buzhou originally supported the heavens, a terrifying hole appeared. That was where Mount Buzhou originally supported the heavens.

At this moment, as Mount Buzhou collapsed, a large hole appeared, and the waters of the Milky Way poured down, continuously falling onto the primordial land.

Strange phenomena and changes occurred in the primordial world, and at this moment, four enormous roars were heard.

A dragon's roar, a tiger's howl, a whistle of the wind, a beast's bellow.

Following these four roars, four enormous beast shadows appeared; they were the four sacred beasts that suppressed the four extremes of the primordial world.

At this moment, the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise all appeared.

They were originally sacred beasts that suppressed the four poles of heaven and earth; they would appear immediately when changes occurred in the world.

As soon as the four sacred beasts appeared, they began to suppress the four extremes of the primordial world with all their might, preventing the sky from sinking any further.

However, no matter how powerful the Four Divine Beasts are, how could they possibly be a match for the primordial world?

Even with all their might, the four of them were unable to stop the sky from sinking.

The primordial heavens continued to sink, though the speed had slowed somewhat, they were still descending.

At this moment, the six saints who were originally watching the battle could no longer remain calm and instead appeared directly in this world.

Taiqing Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Jiaozhu, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti—the six sages of the primordial world—appeared simultaneously on the battlefield.

After they appeared, they directly communicated with the Heavenly Dao, separated into six directions, and used all their strength to unleash their Dharma forms. They secretly harmonized with the six directions with their own power and began to support the primordial sky.

At this moment, even the powerful cultivators who were watching the battle could no longer remain calm.

At this moment, everyone no longer hesitated and began to circulate their own magical power, transforming their forms with all their might to support the primordial sky.

With everyone's combined efforts, the descent from the primordial sky was finally stopped.

At this moment, Chen Qing calmly observed everything, looking at the crowd supporting the sky, a thoughtful expression in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)