Let the system try to save the world

Nearly ten thousand thunders fell.

The spiritual rain that was supposed to nourish the earth after the thunderbolt did not even appear. The dark clouds dispersed, revealing a large hole in the sky.

"What is that?" Someone pointed to the sky in disbelief. "It's just like..."

A blank sheet of paper.

"Damn it." Xitong punched the table beside him hard. Is the Lord God so weak that he can't even spread the spiritual rain?

A new heavenly way has been born. Standing in mid-air, Xining hooked his finger, and the Flowing Light in Fu Chuji's hand flew into his hand as if it had intelligence.

Shen Fuguang's eyes moved slightly, he raised his sword finger, and the shadow sword hanging on his waist hummed reluctantly, and rushed towards Xining's direction.

The fire spirit is Zhu Jiuyin, the wood spirit is Green Jade Lord, the water spirit is Tracing the Flow of Light, the gold spirit is the Shadow Sword, and the earth spirit is the Earth's Marrow and Heart.

"The world is the furnace and I am the torch." Xining put his hands together, and the origin of the world fell into his palms. Several colorful spots of light kept jumping, compressing, and separating in his palms.

A translucent spherical shadow gradually appeared in his hand.

"The prototype of the world bubble." Xitong murmured to himself.

Xining held up the small bubble, and his body continued to rise until it reached the place where nothingness was tilted downward.

In the past, the goddess Nuwa used five-colored stones to refine and mend the sky. A translucent bubble of the new world gathered above the big hole in the sky, and the inside of the bubble gradually became turbid, and a small black dot gradually appeared.

Everyone watched all this nervously.

The tiny black dot continued to grow, and gradually human hands and feet appeared. It stretched its body and swam excitedly in the foam.

Click.

There was an inaudible crisp sound, and Xining's face suddenly changed. He increased the energy injection, but to no avail.

The tiny black dot twitched and seemed to be in great pain. Within just a few seconds, the color on its body faded away little by little and finally became transparent.

The first little life in this new world bubble disappeared quietly.

For a long time after that, the bubble did not show any reaction.

The bubble grew bigger and bigger, but Xining's expression became uglier and uglier. He closed his palms and kept compressing the bubble, trying to push it back to the most stable state.

Everything has its limits. If it continues to expand indefinitely, it will only reach its demise faster.

"Do not."

It's Qinxu.

He took out a small bottle from his arms, pulled out the cork, and poured the liquid inside directly into his mouth.

"Ugh." Qin Xu pursed her lips tightly, as if she was suffering from unspeakable pain. Her body trembled slightly, as if she was bound by an invisible force and could not get rid of it.

His fingers were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the strain.

Qin Xu raised her head and let out a long roar. A white dragon suddenly revealed its true form, and a new dragon claw grew out of its lower abdomen.

The mixed aura on his body became pure, and Qin Xu rushed towards the gradually cracking world bubble, circling around it.

The white dragon grabbed its own tail and held Bubble tightly in its arms.

"Get out of here!" Xining shouted, his voice hoarse and unpleasant due to the long period of extreme tension, "Qin Xu, go back!"

The dragon's vertical pupils moved. He couldn't bear to meet Xining's gaze, so he closed them in the end. The scattered energy blew the hard dragon scales into blood and flesh, and it was almost raining dragon blood from the sky.

Xining's back was slightly bent, as if he was bearing a huge weight and couldn't straighten up.

His breathing was rapid and erratic, and every breath became a torture. Fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead and rolled down.

Heenin knew he had to continue.

It's just that God doesn't fulfill people's wishes.

Even the sound seemed to be swallowed up. The newly formed tiny bubbles could not withstand the waterfall pouring down from nothingness. In just a few breaths, Qin Xu's huge dragon body disappeared from the world.

Death never comes with a big fanfare; its footsteps are always silent.

A mixed-blood little dragon, a "monster" created by patchwork, a hero who resisted the devil's tide, an usurper who attempted to create the world, Qin Xu, exits.

"It looks like a failure." Xining's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was suppressed by endless pain. "A001, have you figured out all this?"

"We need to obtain the power to deny the world from outside the world." Xitong did not comment.

"Are you planning to...?" Xining asked.

"Yes." Xitong said simply, "I will rush into the void with all the existing world bubbles."

“…You are crazy.” Xining paused for a moment before laughing out loud.

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it." Xitong showed him the data on the screen. "This is all the merits, luck, and all the energy you can name that have been generated by the 'plot' in the history of the Space-Time Administration."

"Oh." Xining smiled. "I heard that the workload of the Law Sea is so heavy that everyone wants to jump into the void and commit suicide. Fortunately, I resigned early."

"Are you resigning?" Xitong rolled her eyes.

"All hosts whose souls are not strong enough to complete these tasks have been 'erased' by me and sent to other worlds." Xitong continued, "Perhaps ignorance is the highest reward. In any case, they don't have to worry about the sword of Damocles that may fall from their heads at any time."

"Hehe." Xining was silent for a moment, then jumped down from the air. He waved his hand and said, "Rong Yuan, form a battle array!"

"Yes, Master!" The young Demon Lord threw away his tattered black cloak. The Taoist robe he was wearing was somewhat similar to the green robes of Hetong Sect. The dragon blood in the sky became the best material for forming an array. "There are fifty great ways, forty-nine are derived from the sky, and one is for human escape."

"This formation is called——"

"Dayan." Rong Yuan shouted, "My fellow Taoists, at this critical moment when the Xuanqing Realm is in danger of extinction, do you still remember the oath we made when we, the cultivators, embarked on the path of cultivation?"

"Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the living people, carry forward the unique teachings of the past saints, and create peace for all generations."

"I now need the Dao hearts of forty-nine cultivators to form this formation. Is there anyone willing?"

The eyes of the onlookers flickered. Not everyone can cultivate a heart of Taoism, let alone the one who spoke was the Demon Lord Rong Yuan.

"I do." The woman standing next to Fu Chuji raised her hand. Without hesitation, she pierced her chest with her backhand and took out a heart covered with white light. "I am Song Rou from Quan Dao Sect. My Dao Heart is called Zi Ruo."

"Little sister." Rong Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly. In this situation, he could only look at Song Rou deeply and devote himself to setting up the formation.

The first person to speak was an old monk who chanted the name of Buddha, "Amitabha."