Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 1731 - 152: Patching the Sky Rift_4

Chapter 1731: Chapter 152: Patching the Sky Rift_4

After speaking, he raised his head and looked up.

Above the Sky Dome, despite the Realm Membrane’s desperate self-repair, countless tiny fragments still fell, crashing onto the Four Great Continents below.

In an instant, mountains collapsed, great rivers ceased to flow…

Wang Ba made a calculation with his fingers and nodded slightly:

“The time has come.”

Then he lifted his sleeve, one transformed into many Evil Gods, the other was a scroll that swiftly flew out, heading straight for the Taiyi Dojo.

The moment he finished speaking.

Within the Taiyin Dao Domain.

The damaged Wanxiang Sect and the closed Myriad Library suddenly opened.

Suddenly, the figure of an old Scholar with a head full of white hair and advanced in years stepped out, treading on numerous Divine Patterns.

Divine Patterns flowed around him, stars flickered.

As soon as he emerged, he noticed the peculiarity within the surrounding Sect.

His gaze was dazed:

“How could this—how could it become like this…”

And at that moment.

A scroll with flowing stars flew straight from beyond the heavens, landing in his hand.

Wang Ba’s voice also echoed in his ear:

“Dongyang.”

The white-haired old Scholar was startled, hastily bowing respectfully:

“Teacher, please instruct me.”

From within the scroll, Wang Ba’s voice resounded softly:

“I commanded you to peruse the countless books in the Myriad Library for hundreds of years, not teaching you any other cultivation method. Do you resent me?”

Song Dongyang quickly bowed deeply:

“Teacher’s actions surely have profound meaning. I have been enlightened by your teachings; how could there be resentment in my heart?”

Wang Ba seemed quite pleased with Song Dongyang’s response, then solemnly said:

“I had you read through the books so that you could comprehend the Path of Divine Patterns within these many predecessors’ classics, to align with your Path of the Stars… Today is the right time to use it.”

The voice paused slightly, and the scroll in Song Dongyang’s hand trembled slightly, then said:

“This treasure is called the ’Complete Heaven Star Map’, corresponding to the Complete Heaven in the Little Cang World.”

“I appoint you to issue the heavenly decree and appoint the Heavenly Guardian Direct God.”

Song Dongyang was slightly startled, looking down at the scroll in his hand.

In that instant, countless thoughts arose in his heart, yet he was suddenly enlightened in a flash.

Then he held the scroll with both hands, lifted it above his head, and bowed from afar toward the outside of the Taoist Field:

“I obey Teacher’s decree, Dongyang accepts the command.”

In the next moment, his Spiritual Sense entered it, instantly refining the item.

Holding the scroll, he walked slowly to the outside of the Taoist Field.

With each step he took, his physical body decayed a little more.

Until after the seventh step, his body crumbled like dry bones, leaving only a spectral image of his Soul holding the scroll, walking out of the Realm Membrane.

What met his eyes were the constantly falling fragments of the Sky Dome and the Realm Membrane above that had never healed.

The stars were dim, and the Sky Dome was far from whole.

Though Song Dongyang’s eyes showed shock, there was already some clarity in his heart.

He gently tossed the Complete Heaven Star Map.

The scroll unfolded swiftly, seemingly overlapping with the entire Sky Dome.

Instantly, night fell!

Three hundred and sixty-five stars flickered erratically, gently twinkling.

He silently recited a prayer.

At this moment, the many Evil Gods released by Wang Ba, with Mother Godness as the leader, all felt it in their hearts and looked up.

The stars were brilliant, yet seemed to hang high unattainably.

And among these stars, stood a white-haired Scholar holding the scroll, eyes bright as stars, as if looking toward them, speaking with a smile:

“Ladies and gentlemen, if not now, then when?”

The voice fell.

The consciousness of the Mother Godness within the giant placenta felt a call from the very source of the Little Cang World, and she flew toward the stars.

Soon she fell into one of the stars.

On the star, a Divine Pattern resembling a decree immediately emerged.

In this moment, the Mother Godness turned from evil to direct.

Mysteriously, an endless incense fire from the Western Continent, once part of the old Western Three Continents, surged forth.

Issued the heavenly decree.

The remaining Evil Gods also successively fell in.

Yet, the number of Evil Gods was numerous, and the three hundred and sixty-five complete heavens were far from sufficient for them.

So many Evil Gods could only become subordinate gods of the ’Heavenly Guardian Direct God.’

More critically, a few stars remained perpetually vacant.

However, even so, many Evil Gods entering the Complete Heaven Star, merging with the Star Map into the Sky Dome Realm Membrane, seemed to fill some void, quickly accelerating the healing of the Sky Dome Realm Membrane.

Until even Song Dongyang’s specter transformed into a stream of light, flying into the ’Ziwei Star Domain’ of the stars within the Star Map, the map lightened, forming a connected expanse, finally causing the falling Sky Dome fragments to cease to exist.

Everyone could visibly see the cracks and gaps between the stars rapidly shrinking and healing…

“Is it… resolved?”

The surviving cultivators, whether Wanxiang Sect Disciples or those Rogue Cultivators… all stared blankly at the few black holes remaining above the Sky Dome, unable to believe their eyes.

“Junior Brother, the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, has it passed?”

Seeing Wang Ba silently appearing before him, Zhao Feng still felt a trace of unreality.

Wang Ba nodded lightly, yet surprisingly showed little joy on his face, said in a deep voice: “All Wanxiang Sect disciples, enter the Taoist Field immediately!”

Everyone was taken aback.

But now, no one dared to question Wang Ba.

Only Zhao Feng looked solemnly at Wang Ba:

“Junior Brother, what’s going on?”

Wang Ba sighed softly, his expression inexplicable, not answering Zhao Feng’s question at once, but instead looked up at a certain place in the Sky Dome.

His voice was low, like muttering to himself:

Th𝗂ѕ 𝕔h𝕒pƚ𝙚r 𝒾𝓈 p𝑜𝖘𝓉ℯɗ b𝘺 𝘬𝚤τ𝗲𝗇ⲟⱴᥱ𝙡

“The external calamity is over.”

“Now, it’s time to meet that ’person.’