Long River Eternity

At this moment, it was as if even the air around them had frozen, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on Gong Gong, fearing that the slightest sound would trigger his murderous intent again.

Gong Gong stood there, the bloody murderous aura that surged from his body gradually weakened and eventually dissipated. The blood-red and fierceness in his eyes also slowly faded, and his ferocious face gradually returned to calm.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with relief on their faces.

Gonggong, who had calmed down, turned around and looked at everyone. Seeing everyone lying on the ground, all seriously injured, his eyes were full of guilt and self-blame.

When Zhu Rong saw Gonggong's eyes, he knew that he had regained his sanity, and was about to tell Gonggong to seal his cultivation.

But just as Gonggong took a step forward, his face suddenly changed. He showed a look of pain, and then the pain became more and more intense. Finally, Gonggong could no longer support his body, and he fell to his knees, holding his head with his hands, and let out a painful roar.

"The poison still can't be suppressed. Is he going crazy again?" Shi Gang showed a desperate expression.

"That's not right. How could this happen if I didn't sense any murderous intent?" Yang An asked Zhu Rong.

"It should be that the purifying fire cannot completely suppress the poison. The two repel each other, causing a huge impact on his soul." Zhu Rong looked at Gonggong who was in great pain, and prepared to draw blood from his heart again to suppress the poison for Gonggong.

Yang An hurriedly stopped him, saying, "No more smoking! If you continue smoking, you'll die first!"

"As a father, how can I watch my child suffer like this?" Zhu Rong pushed Yang An away and asked.

After hearing this, Yang An was at a loss and didn't know how to stop Zhu Rong.

At this time, the torture of his soul caused Gonggong to repeatedly bang his head against the ground and the surrounding trees, trying to use the pain of his flesh to divert the pain of his soul, but the effect was minimal.

However, upon hearing Zhurong preparing to use his Heart Blood again, Gonggong let out a deafening roar and slammed his head into the ground, creating a huge, bottomless crack. This also caused Gonggong's head to bleed profusely, but the impact temporarily relieved his pain.

Gonggong raised his face, which was distorted by severe pain, and looked at Zhurong. After revealing a complex look that combined regret, unwillingness, and reluctance, he suddenly soared into the sky and flew towards Mount Buzhou.

Seeing Gonggong's eyes, Zhurong was stunned at first, then saw the direction Gonggong flew, and shouted in despair: "No. No!!!"

However, Gonggong had no time to pay attention to Zhurong's dissuasion, because before Gonggong flew far, severe pain came again like a tide. Gonggong was unable to fly and simply crashed headfirst onto the ground. The pain of the collision made Gonggong regain a brief sense of clarity, and he continued to rush into the sky and fly towards Mount Buzhou. He repeated this over and over again and finally arrived at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

Gonggong covered his bloody head and looked at the Buzhou Mountain that was rising into the sky. He let out a roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth. Then he gritted his teeth, looked determined, flew into the air again, and used up his last bit of strength to slam into the Buzhou Mountain.

There was a loud "bang" and Gonggong crashed into Mount Buzhou like a comet hitting the earth. A grand blood flower bloomed in the air and half of Gonggong's head exploded in the impact. His expression was finally no longer painful and he finally got rid of the severe pain.

Gonggong's body was strong, and he would only suffer minor injuries and feel pain when colliding with ordinary rocks. However, as one of the pillars of heaven, Mount Buzhou was extremely hard.

The only solution Gonggong could think of was to crash his head into Buzhou Mountain and end his life. This would not only eliminate the hidden danger for the world, but also free him from the endless pain.

At the same time as Gonggong died, Mount Buzhou was also broken in half by Gonggong's powerful body. The upper part of the mountain, which was hidden above the clouds, fell to the earth through the clouds.

Countless rubble fell to the earth like meteors, burying Gonggong's body. As the mountain fell to the ground, the entire earth shook. With a resounding bang, the ground was shattered by the mountain, with cracks stretching for tens of thousands of miles. Many towns suffered devastating disasters.

As Mount Buzhou fractured and collapsed, the once clear sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds, thunder and lightning. Heavy lightning struck, igniting the trees within the mountain range. Soon, the entire mountain range was engulfed in flames, even reaching villages beyond the mountain.

In the sky above Mount Buzhou, a waterfall fell from the sky through the thick clouds.

Through the clouds, you can see that the sky above the top of Buzhou Mountain has now been broken into a huge crack. The crack is pitch black, and the waterfall is flowing out of the crack.

The flow of the waterfall was so huge that after a while, the valleys between the mountains had turned into rivers. Fortunately, the valley where Yang An and his companions were located was higher up and was not affected by the flood for the time being.

At this moment, Yang An was absorbing spirit stones and meditating, hoping to quickly recover his depleted spiritual energy. Meanwhile, Yang Nian and the others were more seriously injured than the last. They could only watch helplessly as Gonggong angrily struck Mount Buzhou and died tragically on the spot.

Zhu Rong has not yet recovered from the grief of losing his son. He is still sitting on the ground motionless, staring blankly at the broken Buzhou Mountain. Zhu Rong, who had become old due to the loss of his heart blood, now looks even more frail.

Now Zhu Rong is no longer the powerful ruler of Southern Xinjiang, but a poor old man who just lost his son.

Seeing the water level rising higher and higher in the distance, Yang Nian and the others all struggled to get up and escape. However, their injuries were too severe, and their attempts failed.

"Shouldn't it be time for Nuwa to appear at this time?" Shi Gang asked anxiously.

"The legend only says that my master saw humans suffering from natural disasters and refined five-colored stones to repair the sky, but it didn't say that he appeared when the disaster just happened." Ye Tingxue said helplessly.

"This... Are we going to die in this flood?" Shi Gang said in despair.

"We can only hope that Xiao An can recover his spiritual power as soon as possible. We still have hope of survival." Yang Nian said to Yang An who was regulating his breathing.

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of everyone. When everyone saw the person in front of them, expressions of complete despair appeared on their faces.

But when Zhu Rong saw this person, he woke up from his daze and looked at the person in front of him with anger on his face.

This person is the returning Xuanwu.

"Xuanwu!" Zhu Rong said with gritted teeth, his eyes looking at Xuanwu almost spitting fire. If looks could kill, Xuanwu would have died thousands of times by now.

"Zhu Rong, Gong Gong is dead. I see you're living in such pain now. How about I come and send you off?" Xuanwu said, looking at Yang Nian and the others. "As for you guys, if you allow your Heavenly Soul Body and Chaos Body to grow, it will seriously affect the master's plan. You know too much. Go with Gong Gong."