The Primordial Mosquito Dao Chronicle

"Boom."

As Gonggong's towering body crashed into Buzhou Mountain, a deafening roar shook the heavens and earth, and then Buzhou Mountain slowly collapsed. With its support gone, a huge hole appeared in the sky, and the Milky Way, like a celestial river, poured down. Before long, the area beneath Buzhou Mountain was flooded.

The primordial creatures living near Mount Buzhou, and the cultivators who had survived the recent battle, were soon submerged by the flood. Only a few with profound cultivation managed to escape.

Gonggong, in his rage, rammed into Buzhou Mountain, causing the pillar supporting the sky to collapse. The Heavenly Court was the first to be affected. Dijun and his companions had just arrived at the South Heavenly Gate when, before they could even determine the cause of the earlier commotion, they felt a tremor around them. By the time they realized what was happening, they all hastily summoned their magical treasures to stabilize the Heavenly Court.

Although the people of Heaven were still unaware of what was happening, they sensed that if the commotion continued, the entire Thirty-Three Heavens would be in danger of collapsing. Although the waters of the Heavenly River fell from the Nine Heavens, some of it also flowed back into Heaven, causing many of the Heavenly Court's demons to be caught off guard and drown. Some demons with low cultivation levels also perished as a result.

Zhu Rong stared blankly at Gonggong, who was now on the verge of death. How could he have imagined that the other man's mental fortitude would be so weak? To be injured by him and then seek death himself.

But this was not the time to think about such things. He hurriedly grabbed the severely injured Gonggong and rushed towards the Wu tribe's territory. Regardless of anything else, the two were brothers. Although he had been furious with them before, he couldn't bring himself to let them die without helping them.

Zhu Rong knew that this matter had escalated significantly. Whether it was the undeserved suffering of those they had fought alongside, or the countless beings who had drowned in the Milky Way, the consequences were beyond what the two of them could bear. While Gonggong was primarily responsible for the collapse of Mount Buzhou, Zhu Rong also bore indirect responsibility.

The Heavenly River's waters overflowed the primordial world, stunning all the cultivators who stared blankly in the direction of Mount Buzhou. Before they could react, a primordial blue Dao diagram appeared, blocking the gap in the heavens, radiating countless rays of light.

Lao Tzu stood beneath the diagram, continuously pouring his magical power into it, and the waters of the Milky Way ceased flowing downwards. Everyone knew that the appearance of the 'Tai Chi Diagram' was Lao Tzu's doing. Those with some skill quickly realized what was happening and rushed towards Mount Buzhou.

As soon as Mosquito Taoist arrived, he saw that Laozi had already used his supreme treasure to block the breach. This made him quite emotional; although he had been paying close attention to the matter and rushed here immediately, he was still a step behind. However, it also indirectly showed that the power of a sage was far beyond what he, a quasi-sage, could compare to.

He then stopped paying attention to Laozi, as he sensed that the world was becoming unstable. Mosquito Daoist immediately summoned the Qiankun Cauldron, which was the size of a palm and began to spin in the wind. When it grew to a size of a hundred feet, he continuously poured magic power into it to stabilize the world and prevent the primordial world from being ravaged by 'earth, water, fire and wind'.

The next moment, Mosquito Daoist realized that he had overestimated himself; with his current cultivation level, he was not capable of accomplishing this. In less than a few breaths, he felt a powerful pressure from heaven and earth bearing down on him, as if his body would be crushed in a few more breaths.

Just as Mosquito Taoist was about to withdraw, three more golden lights flew in from the horizon. They were the Pangu Banner, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, and the Mountain and River Map. These three treasures, like the Qiankun Cauldron, stabilized the world on the verge of destruction.

Three supreme treasures appeared, followed by three figures: Yuanshi, Tongtian, and Nuwa. Upon seeing them, Mosquito Daoist breathed a slight sigh of relief; without their help, he might have been seriously injured in the next moment.

Jieyin and Zhunti arrived last, as the west was somewhat far from Buzhou Mountain. Upon their arrival, they found that the heavens and earth had already been stabilized by Nuwa and her three companions using their most precious treasures. Although they were annoyed by the long journey, they were helpless, knowing that even if they had arrived first, they would have had no treasures to use.

At this moment, Laozi, who was the first to arrive and stood under the Taiji diagram, spoke up and said, "Fellow Daoists, the collapse of Mount Buzhou has caused the waters of the Milky Way to overflow. We must plug this gap, otherwise the prehistoric world will be plunged into chaos, and none of us will be able to survive in this world."

Everyone understands this principle: if the primordial world is to be submerged by the great flood, they may be able to save themselves from death, but it will be no different from being homeless. Besides, accomplishing this task would be a great act of merit, and even if Lao Tzu didn't say it, everyone would understand.

"I possess the five-colored stone I obtained at the Treasure Dividing Cliff, which can be used to mend the heavens. However, this stone is extremely difficult to smelt, so I request the assistance of my fellow Daoists." Nuwa became a saint through creation, so the task of mending the heavens was naturally hers, and no one had any objections.

"Fellow Daoist Beiming, the Qiankun Cauldron can refine five-colored stones, don't you know that?" Upon hearing Nuwa's words, Yuanshi, seeing that Beiming remained unmoved, spoke up to remind him. At this moment, he could see that the other party's cultivation was still stuck at the peak of Quasi-Saint, and he felt extremely pleased.

“I know the Qiankun Cauldron can be used, but have you considered whether you and Tongtian can still hold up the world after my fellow Daoist Nuwa and I remove two supreme treasures?” Mosquito Daoist knew Tongtian’s intentions and immediately retorted.

He was currently considering how to maximize his profits. He hadn't expected that supporting the Heaven and Earth Society would be so difficult; if he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have let the Taoist of Kongtong handle other matters.

"Hmph..." Yuanshi knew what the other party said was true, but he was still somewhat displeased. He hadn't expected that even after becoming a saint, Beiming would still be so disrespectful. This annoyed him, and he wondered if he should teach the other party a lesson afterward.

"Fellow Daoist Beiming has another innate treasure, the 'Soul-Breaking Blade.' As for Junior Sister Nuwa, we can lend her the 'Map of Mountains and Rivers' to Junior Brother Jieyin. This matter should be resolved." Laozi, who had been watching closely from the side, finally offered this solution.

"This..." Nuwa hesitated after hearing this. Allowing the Mountain and River Map to be controlled would reveal the treasure's secrets, which would be extremely detrimental to her future and was not something she wanted. However, she then thought of the immense merit she could gain from mending the heavens, and finally gritted her teeth and agreed.

Seeing that Nuwa agreed, Mosquito Taoist was quite helpless. It was too late to send Kongtong over now, so he could only take out the Soul-Breaking Blade and lend the Qiankun Cauldron to Nuwa to refine the Five-Colored Stones. Jieyin then took over the Mountain and River Map.

Only Zhunti stood by, feeling somewhat idle. Finally, he glanced at the situation below Mount Buzhou. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, "I will use my magic to guide the floodwaters and make them flow into the rivers and seas."

This task, though incomparable to the merit gained from participating in mending the heavens, was something he had nothing else to do at the moment. As long as there was merit to be gained, he didn't mind doing this menial work.

Without hesitation, he flew into the air, channeling his immortal energy. Vast magical power surged from his hands, guiding the primordial floodwaters to converge towards the four seas.