Legend Management Bureau Chapter 317

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Empowered by Xing Tian’s Magical Power, Saint swung his axe with apocalyptic force.

A massive, majestic wave of energy surged toward Buzhou Mountain. Any monk unfortunate enough to touch this power along the way was instantly reduced to dust.

The bones in Saint’s arms were completely shattered, held together only by skin and flesh, dangling at his sides like two limp ropes.

Startled, Dong Qianqiu quickly turned to check Du Yu’s physical body, only to find it completely unharmed.

Concern had clouded his judgment. Dong Qianqiu then remembered that the one suffering this devastating physical damage was not Du Yu, but Saint.

The few people closest to Saint rushed forward to check on his condition, discovering that Xing Tian had already detached from his body. Now, Saint was swaying unsteadily like an unconscious scarecrow.

“Saint…!” A Can grabbed hold of him, his face filled with worry.

But before he could ask any questions, a massive earthquake struck, causing everyone present to lose their footing.

Several deep chasms split the earth open. Those with higher cultivation leaped into the air, watching this bizarre scene unfold.

Though called debris, each boulder was over three meters wide. They smashed into the ground like falling comets, triggering even more violent tremors.

The crowd finally realized that the towering Buzhou Mountain had developed a massive fissure, driven by some terrifying, unknown power.

This fierce energy had completely tunneled into the heart of the mountain, yet it showed no signs of stopping, continuing to violently crash around inside.

Buzhou Mountain, renowned as the Pillar of Heaven, looked as though it would crumble into dust at any moment.

“Damn it!” Dragon-Taming Arhat finally revealed a look of sheer panic. “So that is it! Saint’s target was never us, but Buzhou Mountain! I underestimated him!”

But it seemed to be too late. Taming Dragon knew that if Buzhou Mountain collapsed, Nüwa would descend upon the world.

“Everyone! Defend the mountain!” Taming Dragon roared. Heeding his command, the numerous monks ignored the boulders raining from the sky. They chose to abruptly rise from the ground, soaring directly toward Buzhou Mountain.

Upon landing, they instinctively channeled their energy toward Buzhou Mountain, continuously using their Magical Power to mend the fractures in the mountain’s structure.

Although a single person’s strength was limited, there were still over a hundred monks remaining, alongside the immensely powerful Taming Dragon. With their combined Magical Power reinforcing it, the collapse of Buzhou Mountain slowly ground to a halt.

Far away in another spacetime, Du Yu stared blankly at the sky. A faint crack had clearly appeared just moments ago, so why had it suddenly returned to normal?

“The Legends were interrupted…!” Du Yu gritted his teeth. “Xiao Qi, what is the situation over there?! Did the mountain not fall?!”

“There is a slight problem…!” Xiao Qi said anxiously. “We are severely lacking combat power right now, I am trying to figure something out…!”

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Gonggong furrowed his brows slightly. “This mountain… must have been cleaved by Tu’s subordinate just now, but why would he do such a thing?”

Gonggong cast a glance back at Saint, his heart brimming with confusion.

“Gong.” Zhurong slowly walked over and asked, “Is the man who cleaved the mountain Houtu’s subordinate?”

“Exactly. He was originally Tu’s subordinate, but he disappeared for a while recently and has now suddenly returned.”

“That does not matter,” Zhurong replied. “Although I do not know why that junior decided to cleave the mountain, his attack seems to have hit the enemy’s weak point.”

“Weak point?”

“Indeed…” Zhurong nodded with a grave expression. “The enemy is panicking, which proves he did the right thing.”

“If you put it that way… it really does seem so.”

Gonggong looked at the distant monks. All of them wore grim expressions as they poured all their strength into defending the mountain, as if they were utterly terrified of the colossal peak collapsing.

Yan Emperor also approached slowly, panting heavily. His battle with Taming Dragon had severely drained his vitality, and he was taking this chance to regulate his breathing.

“Great High Father!” Zhurong quickly stepped forward to support Yan Emperor.

“I heard what you were just saying…” Yan Emperor said, his face etched with concern. “Even if this Buzhou Mountain is the enemy’s Achilles’ heel, we absolutely cannot destroy it so lightly…”

“Why?” Zhurong asked.

“Because Buzhou Mountain is the Pillar of Heaven!” Yan Emperor said sternly. “If the Pillar of Heaven collapses, the world will be plunged into utter devastation and ruin!”

Hearing this, the two men could not help but grimace. That was true; if the sky fell, would the situation not become even worse?

“Great High Father!” A crisp female voice echoed through the air.

Yan Emperor, Zhurong, and Gonggong looked up, unable to hide their joy.

Houtu had arrived, leading the Yellow Emperor’s faction!

The Yellow Emperor had brought several times more people than Yan Emperor had anticipated.

In addition to the Yellow Emperor himself, there were the Four Generals of Yellow Emperor—Li Mu, Feng Hou, Da Hong, and Chang Xian.

Behind the four stood the God of Wine Du Kang, the strategist Cangjie, and the Wood God Gou Mang, who spent most of the year in seclusion.

Further back were thousands of the Yellow Emperor’s clansmen.

“Jiang!” The Yellow Emperor smiled at Yan Emperor as soon as he landed.

“Xuanyuan!” Yan Emperor nodded back at the Yellow Emperor.

The strongest lineup of ancient China had now fully assembled.

At almost the exact same moment, Dragon-Taming Arhat at the distant foot of Buzhou Mountain released a beam of black light into the sky. The dark ray shot straight into the clouds, its purpose unknown.

It was not until a pitch-black Portal materialized beside Taming Dragon that Shiranui Asuka finally cried out, “Ah! It is a Portal!”

Two more monks clad in black, exuding extraordinary auras, stepped out of the Portal.

The one in front had glaring eyes and bizarrely massive hands. The veins on his forearms twisted and bulged like knotted roots, looking as if they might burst right through his skin. Dong Qianqiu quickly pulled out his documents to verify; if his guess was correct, this person was the Tiger-Taming Arhat—Maitreya Venerate.

The second monk could not stop laughing after landing. He continuously slapped his thighs, laughing so hard he could not stand straight. Soon, he was rolling on the ground in a fit of giggles, pounding his fists against the earth. Every strike he delivered triggered a tremor in the ground. This person had to be the Joyous Arhat—Kanakavatsa Venerate.

Tiger-Taming Arhat looked at Taming Dragon impatiently and asked, “Exactly how massive is the trouble you have encountered to require calling for backup?”

“See for yourself!” Taming Dragon roared. At that moment, he was operating at full capacity to keep the mountain from collapsing.

“What is the meaning of this? Hahahaha ah!” Joyous Arhat laughed as he rolled around on the ground. “You actually want us to help you defend the mountain? Hahahahaha!”

“Unnecessary!” Dragon-Taming Arhat scoffed coldly. “Leave defending the mountain to us! You two go and execute the Yan Emperor and the Yellow Emperor!”

The Yellow Emperor and Yan Emperor were standing not far away, catching every word of their conversation clearly.

“This emperor just heard what Zhurong and Gonggong said,” the Yellow Emperor spoke slowly. “Therefore, I must now discuss a matter with the Yan Emperor.”

“What matter?” Yan Emperor asked.

“I hope we can join forces to shatter Buzhou Mountain,” the Yellow Emperor said softly. “The vast lands of the Nine Provinces will eventually fall into our hands anyway. If we both agree to this, we must bear all the consequences ourselves.”