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Chapter 126: The Heavenly Dao Collapses and Rebirth

Above the desolate ruins of Guixutai, pale golden light dust floated in the air like pieces of soft gauze, dreamily.

These light dusts seemed to carry some mysterious memories, slowly spreading around, as if whispering about the thrilling, life-and-death battle that had just ended here.

Ling Yuanpei's once tall and majestic figure has now become dilapidated and is about to fall like a candle in the wind.

His body was gradually disintegrating at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into countless gleaming stardust, which gradually dissipated into the void.

Those remaining faint rays of light were like the last afterglow of his life, unwilling to leave quietly like this.

Not far away, Jiang Qingwu stood quietly, her figure appearing so lonely and desolate. Her face was extremely solemn, like the gloomy and oppressive sky before a storm, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Suddenly, she raised her hand and pressed hard against her brow. Between her brows, a newly formed lotus pattern was emitting a fiery glow, its temperature so high that it was astonishing.

At the same time, a strange and evil power began to surge wildly in the depths of her spiritual center. This power was so powerful that even someone with a high level of cultivation like Jiang Qingwu found it difficult to completely suppress it.

You know, this should have been pure energy returning to the way of heaven, but at this moment it strangely condensed into blood-colored ice crystals.

These ice crystals shimmered with an eerie red light, like ferocious demons, baring their fangs and claws, eager to break free and wreak havoc on the world. Undoubtedly, this abnormal phenomenon signaled the arrival of an unprecedented crisis.

At this moment, Zhu Guangji, who was standing by, instantly noticed the unusual changes in the surrounding environment with her extraordinary keen perception.

Without hesitation, she swiftly extended her dragon claws and pressed them firmly against the ground, which was violently shaking from the evil force. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, stared straight up at the sky above her head, and she shouted eagerly, "Look at the star tracks!"

When everyone heard this, their hearts suddenly tightened, as if being gripped by an invisible hand, and their breathing became a little rapid. They subconsciously raised their heads and looked eagerly at the vast sky.

The once solemn and aloft Purple Palace was now shaking violently like a candle in the wind. It seemed to be struggling to resist the devastating impact of a massive force from the endless abyss. Every tremor made people feel a sense of panic, as if doomsday was approaching.

The starlight, once clear and bright, as dazzling as the Milky Way, underwent a terrifying transformation. The beautiful starlight began to shift, forming a dense, spider-web-like web of black lines. These lines stretched out like countless dark tentacles, clawing and baring their fangs, greedily eroding the once pure and sacred starry sky bit by bit.

At this moment, a faint light slowly illuminated from the pendant on the hilt of Jiang Qingwu's sword. Then, an illusory figure gradually emerged—it was none other than the Qiluan Sword's spirit! Her figure was a bit blurry, but her slightly trembling voice clearly reached everyone's ears: "The Way of Heaven... is weeping."

However, before anyone could react to these shocking words, Jiang Qingwu shouted in a deep voice, "No, not crying!" Her gaze was like two razor-sharp swords, pointing directly in the direction of the Big Dipper's Heavenly Hub. Everyone followed her gaze and was stunned.

The Imperial Star, which had always symbolized supreme power and status, was now slowly oozing a dark red liquid. The color was as deep as solidified blood, dripping down drop by drop, like a severely wounded giant silently shedding its blood.

"It's a wound!" Jiang Qingwu's voice was cold and firm. "The 'human heart' Ling Yuanpei brought back is ruthlessly and madly corroding the very essence of Heaven!"

At this moment, as if to verify the creepy words she had just said, seventy-two mermaid lanterns suddenly rose slowly from the ruins.

These mermaid lamps emit a dark, eerie and strange light, illuminating the surrounding space with shadows, as if one is in the underworld.

The wicks, which were supposed to record merit and symbolize light and holiness, were now burning with distorted human faces. Those faces, etched with expressions of extreme pain, flickered in the dancing flames, as if emitting silent, shrill screams that terrified the listener.

Jiang Qingwu's eyes swept over the seventy-two mermaid lanterns, and her heart was suddenly shocked. She recognized several of the faces at a glance. They were all demon-possessed monks who had been slain by her own sword!

She hadn't expected them to reappear before her in such a bizarre and terrifying form at this very moment. Instantly, a bone-chilling chill surged from her feet to her heart, causing her to shiver involuntarily and every hair on her body to stand on end.

Seeing this, Zhu Guangji, standing nearby, turned pale as a sheet, completely devoid of color. Then, she shifted, transforming into a humanoid form in the blink of an eye. Her moon-white dress fluttered gently in the breeze, and faintly above it emerged the rune of the Heavenly Dao Oath, bearing a heavy mission from a thousand years ago, gleaming with a faint yet mysterious light.

Zhu Guangji's expression was extremely serious, just like the surface of a lake covered by a thick layer of ice, without any ripples.

She extended her slender fingers and gently touched the lotus pattern in the center of Jiang Qingwu's forehead. With a firm and unwavering tone that brooked no doubt, she spoke in a deep voice, "Guardians, listen to my orders! Recall Xuanming and Taisu immediately. We will gather at the Falling Star Land! There must be no mistakes!"

Jiang Qingwu knew that now was not the time for Xuanming and Taisu to undergo the tribulation, so he immediately cast a spell to recall Xuanming and Taisu who were currently undergoing the tribulation in the lower realm...

The shattered remains of stars drifted like silent islands in the endless, dark purple void. This vast, gloomy space was the brutal battlefield left behind by the last catastrophe, filled with the aura of death and destruction.

The strong winds were like a group of ferocious and violent beasts, roaring and slashing with fangs and claws. Wherever they passed, they emitted a sharp, piercing, deafening roar, as if crying out to the world every thrilling detail of the tragic battle of the past.

Jiang Qingwu, clambering upon the Qiluan Sword, moved gracefully and elegantly, like a crane soaring freely through the sky. She darted through the razor-sharp wind at astonishing speed, fearlessly hurtling towards the depths of the Falling Star Land.

Finally, on a vast, desolate, lifeless land, Jiang Qingwu spotted Xuanming. Xuanming was sitting quietly, carefully polishing the renowned Heaven-Measure Ruler in his hand.

This Heavenly Ruler had accompanied Xuanming through countless long years and witnessed countless fierce battles. However, at this moment, deep, shocking cracks appeared on the previously smooth surface of the ruler! Wisps of black mist quietly seeped out from these cracks and slowly rose.

The black mist looked eerie and terrifying, mirroring the terrifying pollution depicted on the star map above the dome. This scene seemed to foreshadow the imminent arrival of a devastating catastrophe...

"Qingwu..." With a soft sigh, Tai Su's figure gradually emerged from the Yin-Yang fish. As the oldest guardian, the marks of time were deeply engraved on his body. His temples were already dyed a frosty white, and his silver hair gleamed faintly in the dim candlelight.

His eyes were deep and solemn, revealing not only the composure of someone who had experienced countless hardships, but also an unspoken deep worry. This worry seemed to penetrate people's hearts, making everyone present feel a heavy pressure.

At this moment, Zhu Guangji gently unfolded the "Heaven-Repairing Strategy" in his hand. In an instant, thousands of golden threads, like nimble dragons, swiftly pierced the void and sped off in all directions. These golden threads shone with dazzling light, intertwining and entwining in the air, forming a magnificent scene.

As everyone watched, a shocking scene slowly unfolded before their eyes—the Core of Heaven! The Law Crystal Cluster, which should have been crystal clear, pure, and as dazzling as the finest crystals in the world, was now covered in a dense, crisscrossing network of strange veins. Like blood vessels, these veins snaked through the crystal cluster, appearing both hideous and terrifying.

Even more terrifying was the fact that, every three breaths, a shrill, piercing sound would emanate from the depths of the crystal core. It was piercing, like the cry of a baby in extreme pain, or the wailing of a demon from the Netherworld. This sound reached deep into one's soul, chilling one's very being and sending shivers down one's spine.

"What happened to Ling Yuanpei is definitely not accidental!" Xuan Ming, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. His deep eyes revealed an unprecedented solemnity, as if these eyes were carrying the weight of the entire world, which was extremely heavy.

He stretched out his slightly trembling hand, carefully pulled out a yellowed scroll from his bosom, and slowly unfolded it. Everyone looked closely and saw that it was actually a rubbing of the Western Demon-Suppressing Stele.

At this moment, the densely packed and flamboyant inscriptions on the rubbing instantly attracted everyone's attention.

One line of words is particularly eye-catching - "The seventh day of the seventh month of the Guimao year", and this date is exactly the day when the heaven showed its first emotional fluctuations in the legend!

Just as everyone was filled with shock, a soft buzzing sound was heard. The Qiluan Sword hanging from Jiang Qingwu's waist actually began to vibrate on its own, emitting a clear and pleasant chirping sound. Immediately afterwards, the Qiluan Sword's spirit suddenly appeared.

The sword spirit's face was filled with anxiety, eager to convey some important information to her master. She called out to Jiang Qingwu with a hint of urgency, "Master, at this point, it's time to unlock the memories you sealed away during your reincarnation!"

Before he finished speaking, the Qiluan Sword suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and countless complex and confusing images rushed into Jiang Qingwu's mind like a surging tide.

In these memory fragments, every time when Jiang Qingwu saw the people of the world suffering, she would stand up without hesitation, even if she knew that this action would go against the will of heaven, she would still not look back.

However, every time she resolutely defied the will of heaven, an extremely tiny crack would quietly appear in the core of the Heavenly Dao above the Nine Heavens.

As time goes by and years erode relentlessly, these initially insignificant fine lines gradually intertwine and spread, eventually forming an intricate spider web, making the current situation precarious and shaky.

"I see." Tai Su's white hair swayed in the wind, and he frowned slightly. Wisdom shone in his deep eyes, like the bright stars in the night sky, or the deep ocean, filled with endless mysteries. He seemed to be pondering a solution to this crisis, and every subtle expression revealed his inner contemplation and determination.