Thirty-three days before the dawn of time, Tai Sutian.
This is a mysterious place that stands outside the Three Realms and is hidden in the sky.
A magnificent palace floats and sinks in the void.
At this time, in the deepest part of the palace, a beautiful woman was sitting on a futon that exuded a simple atmosphere.
The woman is wearing a plain skirt, with a graceful figure and lightly closed eyebrows.
At this time, there was a vaguely majestic aura coming from her body, covering the entire palace!
This woman is one of the only two saints on the ancient continent - Nuwa!
At this time, Nuwa was sitting cross-legged on the futon, her mind already wandering in Taixu.
Suddenly, an inexplicable palpitating feeling caused her to open her eyes sharply.
Covering her chest, Nuwa frowned slightly.
what happened?
Why do I... suddenly feel a little palpitation?
Just when Nuwa was confused, a vague sense of fate arose in her heart.
Standing up suddenly, Nuwa, who had already ascended to the holy throne, had shock on her face.
That was just...the road guide? !
At the same time, the human world.
On the earth, countless mountains and rivers began to collapse, and great abyss opened on the ground!
The water surged out of the ground and swallowed everything.
And from the sky, countless stars fell down, blasting towards the ancient continent!
The main star, the sun, erupted with unprecedented fluctuations, extremely strong light and heat, scorching all living things!
Flames are everywhere in the sky and earth, strong winds are raging, and the elements are beginning to riot!
The Taiyin Star emits extreme cold air. Everything in the place where the cold air passes is frozen, and then evaporated by the heat of the sun. The evaporated water vapor is frozen again!
Without Mount Buzhou, the world suddenly fell into an endless cycle of destruction and chaos!
All living beings on the continent were dead and injured, and the whole land was wailing!
"Empress Nuwa, please open your eyes and save your people!"
As the weakest human race on the entire continent, it suffered the most casualties in this devastating disaster!
Countless mortals knelt on the ground, praying to the saint to save them from this dire straits!
The land of Nine Netherworlds, by the River Styx.
A woman suddenly appeared, with long black hair reaching her waist and an alluring appearance.
"Brother, why are you doing this?"
Looking at the scene reflected on the river, Houtu covered his chest, his eyes full of desolation.
"We, the witch clan, were born with disabilities. It is a blessing to be able to live peacefully under the legacy of God the Father!"
"Is control of this world really that important..."
In the murmur, Houtu's figure disappeared again, and the River Styx returned to silence.
At the foot of the mutilated Buzhou Mountain, Gonggong lay on the ground, with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.
"Hahaha!! This world belongs to our Witch Clan!"
"Since we, the Witch Clan, can't get it, none of you can get it either!"
He looked at the scene where he crashed into Buzhou Mountain and caused chaos in the world.
Gonggong's eyes were full of defiance, and he let out a final laugh.
The next moment, his body began to dissipate inch by inch.
Breaking the Buzhou Mountain that supports the heaven and earth, such a cause and effect, let alone an ancestral witch, even a saint might not be able to withstand it!
The remaining Wu tribe not far away fell to their knees in sorrow as they watched Gonggong disappear.
They know that from now on, the Wu clan will withdraw from the prehistoric stage and will no longer be the protagonist in the world!
...
In the rental house, Tang Hao had tape in his hand, and for a moment he didn't know how to start.
Isn't it just breaking a mountain?
Why does it feel like the world has been destroyed?
After thinking about it, Tang Hao decided to wrap up the broken hill.
It's better to give it a try than to do nothing.
He didn't want this sandbox, which was full of novelty and technology, to go bad like this.
I don’t have much money now, so I guess I might not be able to pay for someone to repair it.
Wasn't it the break of the hill that caused all this to happen?
Why not try it yourself, what if it's fixed?
Thinking of this, Tang Hao no longer hesitated and walked to the sand table. Without thinking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the broken mountains scattered on the sand table.
...
The ancient world.
Just when Yuanshi and Tongtian arrived at Wujitian, which was thirty-three days away, a disembodied voice reached their ears.
"This is destiny, and it is arranged by heaven."
The two of them suddenly stopped.
Was that the teacher's voice just now?
"Prehistoric destiny? Will Heaven arrange it?"
Tongtian heard Hongjun's message and stood there, a look of contemplation on his handsome face.
The same is true for Yuan Shi on the other side.
Anything that involves the Dao is not a simple matter.
Could it be that this is another opportunity for sanctification?
They both thought at the same time.
"This disaster has nothing to do with you two, so don't think too much about it."
"The great destiny between you two is still to come."
In Wuji Tian, a man in Taoist robes sat on a futon, with an extremely mysterious aura flowing around his whole body, as if he was not in this world.
This is the number one person in the entire prehistoric world, Hongjun.
At this time, Hongjun's eyes were tightly closed. He had not left the futon for tens of millions of years since he drove the demon Luohu out of the wilderness.
After transmitting the message to Yuanshi and Tongtian again, Hongjun was ready to fall into deep sleep again.
Tiandao had already reminded him of the collapse of Mount Buzhou this time, and another disciple, Nuwa, would be there to deal with it.
So Hongjun didn't pay attention at the moment. He felt faintly in his heart that he seemed to have a destiny that only belonged to him, which was getting closer and closer.
"Um?!"
At this moment, Hongjun, who had not opened his eyes for tens of millions of years, suddenly stood up from the futon.
Divine thoughts began to fluctuate violently, and Hongjun's figure instantly disappeared from Zixiao Palace.
The next moment, his figure appeared at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
Outside Wuji Tian, Yuanshi and Tongtian looked at each other.
They all just saw Hongjun leaving.
Teacher...is out of seclusion? !
Vaguely feeling that something big and important had happened, the two of them returned to Buzhou Mountain.
At this time, Hongjun was wearing a Taoist robe and a hairpin, standing high in the air with his hands behind his back.
Under the face covered by the law of heaven, there is a pair of eyes that are inexplicably horrified!
Since that fight with Demon Ancestor Rahu, the Heavenly Dao has never sent out such violent fluctuations!
It seems that something that even Heaven cannot control is happening in the prehistoric world!
"Teacher, you..."
Yuanshi and Tongtian came behind Hongjun, and when they were about to bow and salute, they were interrupted by Hongjun's wave.
"Stop talking, Honghuang... something big has happened!"
event?
Didn’t it mean that Heaven had its own arrangements for the collapse of Mount Buzhou this time?
What else can happen?
Tongtian and Yuanshi looked at each other with some doubts in their hearts.
But the next moment, the two of them seemed to have noticed something, and they both raised their heads and looked toward the sky!
what is that? ! !
At the same time, hundreds of millions of creatures across the entire prehistoric continent raised their heads with extremely horrified eyes.
A scene that will be unforgettable for all creatures appeared in the sky!
I saw that above the sky, the void was constantly twisting!
Soon, a crack appeared in the dome, and the crack got bigger and bigger!
In the end, it seemed as if the entire sky above the prehistoric world was torn apart!
The breath of chaos spreads, and the continent seems to have returned to the era before the creation of the sky!
A big hand poked out from the chaos and nothingness!
The big hand seemed to have passed through time and space, passed through the years, passed through all the heavens and all realms, and came towards the ancient continent!
The gloom on Hongjun's face completely dissipated, revealing a young and unremarkable face.
On his face, those eyes that seemed to contain the stars of all things were already filled with horror at this moment.
He tried to see clearly what the big hand looked like, but there seemed to be an unspeakable aura surrounding the big hand!
So in the end, a wisp of blood actually dripped from the corner of the eye of the dignified Saint Hongjun!
No matter how much Hongjun calculated, he couldn't figure out anything about this big hand!
At this time, Yuanshi and Tongtian, who were behind Hongjun, also stood blankly on the spot looking at the big hand coming towards Honghuang.
This...is this...the rebirth of Pangu! ! ?
