She became a god

That night, Feng Sui never called Ye Qingzhou a fool again, but she called her an idiot all night long.

snort!

How could a red panda be stupid?

It must be because Feng Ji is intelligent!

Oh well! There's nothing I can do about it!

Given her exceptional intelligence and extraordinary talent, anyone would be tempted to lose their composure and utter harsh words.

Fortunately, she was magnanimous and wouldn't hold it against Ah-Jie!

After finishing its hundredth jar of fruit wine, the proud little panda tilted its head, fell into Feng Sui's arms, and closed its eyes to sleep.

As dawn broke, Feng Xiu gently stroked the face of the woman in her arms and sighed, "You're such a charming but clueless person! Anyone who falls in love with a fool like you is truly cursed!"

After a moment, Feng Wei gave a self-deprecating laugh, "You don't even understand the meaning of romance, yet you invite me to appreciate it with you. You're a fool, but I'm even more foolish than you."

"Knowing you're a fool, I still get flustered by your unconscious flirting."

"Ye Qingzhou, you've won."

"In this game, I have lost completely and am willing to bow down and submit to you."

Three years later, the sky cracked.

At Canghai Pavilion, Wen Ning sighed, "Something must have happened to Shi Guang."

In the Kingdom of Yu, Mu Sha sighed deeply, "Before I could ascend, the world's end had already come. Alas!"

In the celestial realm, Fu Zichen said to Yunxiao, "My good disciple, before the end, I hope that one of us, master and disciple, can ascend to heaven."

In the mortal realm, Xuanyuan Wuji looked up at the sky, "The sky collapsed far too soon..."

In the Buddhist realm, Bodhi Buddha, holding a relic in his hand, said unwillingly, "Immortality, is my dream of immortality destined to vanish completely?"

In the underworld, Anqi's expression remained unchanged, but her hands, holding the Book of Reincarnation, trembled uncontrollably. She murmured, "Since childhood, I have diligently cultivated, daring not to slacken in the slightest. All these efforts seem so insignificant in the face of natural disasters. If I cannot successfully ascend, how can I face the paths I have abandoned..."

In the demon realm, Feng Jiaojiao looked at the unfinished betrothal letter on the table and said with a bitter smile, "It's still too late. With the world coming to an end, what's the point of cherishing petty love and romance?"

...............

Although most cultivators were pessimistic about the Heavenly Rift, the rulers of the Six Realms and powerful beings with Mahayana stage or above chose to gather together to discuss how to reduce the impact of the Heavenly Rift on the people of Yunying Continent.

As a top expert in the Way of the Sky, Fu Zichen took the lead in attempting to mend the sky.

Unfortunately, she had barely finished repairing it when the chaotic energy broke through the sky again.

Fu Zichen sighed, "If Fellow Daoist Lu Lingxi were still here, the effect of us working together to mend the heavens might have been much better."

Lu Lingxi was the last patriarch of the Lu clan in Yingdu before their extermination. She possessed a spatial spiritual root and was already a Tribulation Transcending cultivator before her death.

Mu Sha said, "You can do it again. This time, we old guys will channel our spiritual energy into you."

Since Fu Zichen was able to successfully mend the sky, it proves that her method is feasible.

However, her cultivation level is too low, and her understanding of the Dao of the Sky needs further development.

Even so, from a technical standpoint, she was the most suitable monk present to preside over the task of mending the heavens.

Fu Zichen had no time to refuse and immediately agreed.

The more chaotic energy enters, the more calamities will occur in the Six Realms.

This time, as Fu Zichen repaired the heavens, Mu Sha and more than ten other cultivators at the Great Perfection of the Tribulation Transcending stage channeled spiritual energy into her, while cultivators such as Feng Jiaojiao stood by and fought off the leaking chaotic energy.

Three days later, Fu Zichen shouted, "Spatial space is without trace, and the sky is without cracks!"

Fu Zichen repaired it with extreme care; at first glance, it was impossible to tell that this patch of sky had ever had a crack.

Seeing that the crack in the sky had been repaired, everyone couldn't help but become concerned about the condition of Time.

The demon representative claimed to know nothing when asked.

Ten days later, the Ice Queen, who was loyal to Time, arrived late. She looked haggard, her expression was resolute, but her eyes were unfocused.

The cultivators secretly thought to themselves, "This is bad!"

As expected, the Ice King said with tears in his eyes, "Our lord had already won a great victory in the battle against the alien races from beyond the heavens, but those alien races are extremely cunning and had already infiltrated the Six Realms Allied Forces."

"Ten years ago, those spies colluded with traitors to launch a sneak attack on the Lord. Afterwards, alien races from beyond the heavens quickly attacked, and the Lord, wounded, fought against one alien race in the Tribulation Transcending stage and three alien races in the Mahayana stage."

"Our lord fought with all her might to kill a Mahayana-stage alien and severely wound another Mahayana-stage alien, but she herself was also seriously injured. Later, our lord dragged the Tribulation-stage alien into the spacetime black hole. The Tribulation-stage alien reappeared an hour later, but our lord's fate was unknown."

The Ice King looked at Anqi, "Your Majesty, the Demon Realm has three years left to reach the three hundred-year mark, and it can only hold on for another three years. After three years, you will be needed to take charge of the overall situation. If the Lord has not yet returned by then, please keep a close eye on the Lord's news while you are directing the battle. The entire Demon Realm will be extremely grateful and will prepare generous gifts to express our gratitude."

Anqi said righteously, "Fellow Daoist Shiguang suffered this calamity for the Six Realms. If I have any news about her, I will certainly not hesitate to tell you."

The Ice King clasped his hands in a salute, then turned to return to the Alliance army's base to take charge of the overall situation.

The next moment, chaotic energy flowed out.

Fu Zichen shook his head and sighed, "So many of us powerful beings gathered together to mend the heavens, yet we could only sustain it for ten days! Heaven is going to destroy my Yunying Continent!"

Suddenly, a woman scoffed, "Stop being so compassionate and disturbing the minds of all beings."

Fu Zichen looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the woman had a sky-blue jade crown on her head, held a golden bow, and wore a pale yellow robe. Her bright eyes were full of indifference. She raised her hand and grabbed, and countless chaotic streams of energy surged into her body, but her expression did not change in the slightest.

Is this woman a goddess?

But when the woman got closer, Fu Zichen discovered that she was only at the Refinement stage.

Wen Ning smiled at the woman and respectfully said, "Your Majesty, Wan Jun!"

The woman showed no respect to Wen Ning, coldly saying, "Get out of the way!"

Then, she looked at Mu Sha and the other cultivators and shouted, "You too!"

She was clearly only at the Void Refining stage, weaker than the vast majority of cultivators present.

But for some reason, everyone instinctively obeyed her words, without feeling any desire to resist.

The woman turned her hand and took out a lush, evergreen periwinkle.

With a flick of her finger, the evergreen tree transformed into countless thick, long vines.

The woman silently chanted a spell, and countless fragments of space surrounded her.

She wove a dense, seamless net from vines and fragments of space. "Go!"

In an instant, the Heavenly Net seemed to gain sentience, merging into the cracks in the sky, its four sides tightly blending into the intact sky.

Shortly afterward, Heaven, sensing their presence, bestowed countless merits.

Eighty percent goes to the woman, one-tenth to Fu Zichen, and one-tenth to the other cultivators who contributed.

After the woman had walked away, Fu Zichen asked Wen Ning, "Senior, what is the background of that old woman?"

"Your High Priestess Wan Jun of the heretical cult!"

In an instant, the cultivators began to discuss among themselves.

It's unbelievable that such a large number of cult members have escaped detection and are still active in the world!

How could a cult's high priest be so kind as to mend the heavens for the six realms?

Why does the high priest of the cult only have a mere Void Refinement stage cultivation level?

The cultivators had far too many questions about Wan Jun.

But without a doubt, from this day forward, Wan Jun will become a new legend in the Six Realms.