Chapter 84

That was a scene that the creatures living in this world of myriad seas and mountains could never imagine, a disaster that even the sages who had become the essence of heaven and earth could not escape.

The current world of myriad seas and mountains has only a few legends from that ancient era left; no one knows what the primordial world looked like when heaven and earth were first born.

But the Dragon of the Torch would never forget how rich and vibrant that boundless, vast world was, a world where there was no boundary between humans and gods, where heaven and earth were connected, and the ancient deities and immortal sages governed the laws of the universe.

If that era had continued, what kind of miracles would have occurred, how many beings favored by heaven and earth would have been born, and how wondrous and beautiful the world would have become—even the Dragon of the Torch could not predict.

However, the scene that countless primordial beings had longed for never came to pass. Instead, the cold, blood-red Monument of the Heavens appeared.

When the Monument of the Heavens fell, after seven days and seven nights, the world was declared dead.

The proud three-legged golden crows, flying high in the sky, wailed as their wings were broken, and they fell from the sky, leaving only a sky full of golden feathers.

The Kunpeng, which moved freely, sometimes floating in the sky and sometimes diving into the sea, shattered into pieces, turning into a blood mist that cursed heaven and earth.

Xiangliu, the descendant of the water god in the marsh, with an immortal body, shed blood tears and died with a rotten body.

The Jianmu, the divine tree connecting the divine court of heaven and the earth, was broken in half, causing countless humans and creatures seeking refuge on it to fall into the endless flood.

The Pillar of the Heavens, the embodiment of the power of heaven and earth, the Buzhou Mountain, also collapsed, and the sun, moon, stars, and rivers and mountains all fell with it. The Thirty-Three Heavens could no longer remain high above, and the entire primordial world began to collapse.

On the first day, one-third of the primordial world disappeared, and countless weak beings were vaporized by the shockwaves of the falling stars, leaving no place for burial.

On the second day, the earth began to crack, and lava erupted from the depths, annihilating all the races living underground in the scorching magma.

On the third day, the earth shook, and the sun and moon lost their light. All the stars in the sky fell from the Thirty-Three Heavens, and the positions of heaven and earth shifted. Mountains and islands drifted, and only one-tenth of the creatures on the ground were still struggling.

On the fourth day, blood-colored hail fell from the sky, the blood of the gods of the heavens. The embodiment of destruction, a black bird of calamity that no one could see or recognize, appeared in the sky. With a flap of its wings, the world was frozen, and all life withered. The gods living in the Thirty-Three Heavens were all killed in a day, turning into blood that returned to the earth.

On the fifth day, the earth, water, fire, and wind all went out of control. The Taiji diagram that suppressed heaven and earth disappeared, and the Three Pure Ones fell. The creatures between heaven and earth were almost all dead.

On the sixth day, the last hope of the world, the only sage who could repair heaven and earth, also fell. Thus, the primordial era was completely declared over, leaving only a few fragments floating in the endless void.

On the seventh day, everything had returned to nothingness. The Dragon of the Torch saw no other living beings, the galaxy was shattered, and the Dao of Heaven had fallen. The entire primordial world was left with only its broken body, hiding in the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* to struggle for survival.

In the end, it saw the black wings that obscured heaven and earth, the last figure of the world's destroyer that flew out from the Monument of the Heavens.

When it awoke again, everything had changed. The era called "Primordial" had been completely forgotten, and no one knew what glory the world had before the galaxy shattered.

Although this world of myriad seas and mountains still retained some traces of the primordial era, everything had changed, even the laws of heaven and earth were completely different.

Reluctantly, the Dragon of the Torch, which had once guarded the entire primordial world and transformed into the sun and moon to illuminate that vast world, cherished that world full of infinite possibilities more than anyone else.

Even though the Dao of Heaven had perished, the galaxy had shattered, and the entire world had disappeared, it did not give up or despair. It curled up and endured countless years of loneliness, waiting for the day when the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* would be opened again.

How long had passed, the Dragon of the Torch could no longer remember. The time in the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* world, unable to receive the essence of heaven and earth, seemed to have stopped forever, leaving only its lonely and broken figure guarding the last small world of the primordial era.

Until that day, when the young man named Meixue, after a great enlightenment, turned the fateful page.

He would not know how delighted and excited the Dragon of the Torch was when it saw this new world, a world that retained fragments of the primordial world. After the Dao of Heaven had perished for countless ages, a new world was finally beginning to emerge in the endless void.

Perhaps this world was still young and had not found its direction, but it was full of life and had its own unique path of laws. Ancient magic and immortal techniques coexisted and intertwined, nurturing new paths.

This was a world full of vitality, a world full of life. Although it was still weak, it had great potential.

More importantly, in this world, the Dragon of the Torch faintly sensed some incomplete primordial bloodlines.

Although they no longer had the memories of the primordial era, their bloodlines instinctively retained traces of that world.

Perhaps this was the only thing left from the primordial world after the Dao of Heaven perished. Even though the primordial beings had perished in the great calamity, they still left their life imprints.

As the new world was born, these life imprints quietly appeared in the creatures of this world, allowing this world to inherit the last legacy of the primordial world, even if it was incomplete.

They no longer had the memories of the primordial era, but they had evolved their own residual innate abilities, making this world of myriad seas and mountains colorful.

Their powers had merged with the laws of this world, manifesting in various forms of bloodline abilities in this world of myriad seas and mountains, and would not be rejected by this world like the Dragon of the Torch, which was completely from the primordial era.

Yes, the Dragon of the Torch's power could no longer be used in this world. Unlike the power of the Great Freedom Wisdom Sword, which awakened the user's own wisdom, the Dragon of the Torch's power came entirely from the primordial universe's essence, allowing it to transform heaven and earth and illuminate the world with its eyes.

When Meixue fought with the Nine Nether Seed, it was not that it did not want to help, but that it could not. Otherwise, why would it have watched Meixue face mortal danger, the only holder of the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* found after the great calamity?

Now, having clearly seen the world's rejection of it, it finally made a decision, a decision that would completely change its fate.

If it continued to remain in this state of slumber, it could probably survive for a thousand or ten thousand years, hiding in this small world.

But what was the point of that? When would it see the sky full of stars again, and the familiar creatures running on this land?

It wanted to bring back the primordial world!

"Rumble!" The huge dragon body began to tremble, the body of the Dragon of the Torch that had been silent since the primordial era, a body that had long lost its vitality and could not be restored.

The dragon's roar echoed through the heavens and earth again in this only surviving world from the great calamity that destroyed the primordial era.

The flame on the long-burning torch that once illuminated the entire primordial world began to burn fiercely, emitting the last and most brilliant light.

"Meixue... can you hear me?" An ancient voice echoed in Meixue's ear, making him open his eyes unconsciously.

In front of him was a world of infinite light, with countless scenes flowing, like a series of moving scrolls that left one dazzled.

It was a world Meixue had never seen, but for some reason, looking at this unfamiliar world, he felt a sense of familiarity.

Especially the creatures living in that world, though he saw them for the first time, their auras were not unfamiliar.

"You are very outstanding, more outstanding than I imagined." The voice seemed to be right next to Meixue, yet it echoed throughout the world, filled with a sense of nostalgia.

"So, can you do me a favor?"

"What?" Meixue looked at the vast world, feeling an inexplicable sense of closeness, as if he had once lived in that world.

"Let the world you see, the creatures you see, return to this world again, so that this world is no longer lonely, and this land is once again full of life." That was its vow, the wish of the Dragon of the Torch that once guarded that world.

"Can I do it?" Meixue looked at the incredible world and asked softly.

"Before you can or cannot, tell me first, are you willing?" The Dragon of the Torch only wanted this answer, an answer that could decide the fate of this world.

"If I have such power."

"If I can do it."

"Then, I am willing."

This was Meixue's answer, the answer he gave the moment he saw that world and fell in love with it.

No reason was needed, because that world was so wondrous and incredible, and he simply liked it.

"Very good, I just wanted to know this. Knowing this is enough. Indeed, you are the most suitable person."

"I finally understand the meaning of the *Classic of Mountains and Seas* keeping me alive. Are you ready?"