It was truly earth-shattering. Mount Buzhou was broken and slowly collapsed, and the sky was also torn open by the peak of Mount Buzhou. A huge flood surged out from it, sweeping across the land. Countless trenches were cracked in the ground, and countless lives were lost in terror in the flood and earthquake.

Long Xun looked up at the sky. Without the support of Buzhou Mountain, the sky was slowly tilting. If the sky were allowed to fall to the ground, the world would be destroyed.

Prince Changqin, the water god Gonggong, the fire god Zhurong, the black dragon Qianyu, and the little fat dragon were all dumbfounded, staring blankly as the sky collapsed and the earth was struck by disasters.

Just as they were at a loss, the land at the bottom half of Buzhou Mountain suddenly trembled, as if something was rising rapidly from the ground. Gradually, it shook off the soil, revealing a dazzling silvery-white color beneath the earth and rocks.

A silver dragon, truly reaching the heavens and the earth, raised its head. Its horns gently touched the sky, while its body remained prostrate on the earth. The tilted sky was thus forcefully lifted back up.

No one knows how many miles his body stretched. His huge dragon head and his pair of pale golden eyes were like the sun. When he opened his eyes, the sky, which had been darkened by the collapse of the pillar of heaven, became bright.

Sensing the great changes in the world, the immortals and gods rushed here. Nuwa, heartbroken that the creatures she created were suffering this calamity, had long been refining the Sky-Mending Stone and searching for something to replace the pillar of heaven. At this moment, she had already hurriedly arrived with the materials.

The moment the silver dragon touched the sky, the immortals and gods sensed it and looked over, their expressions changing in shock.

Nuwa came, Fuxi came, and Shennong came too.

They all possess a memory of Pangu, knowing that this being is even more powerful than Pangu who created the world. Entrusted by Pangu on his deathbed to guard Buzhou Mountain, they are actually protecting this world.

Seeing the pillar of heaven collapse, they dared not say a word. They led their immortals and gods to subdue demons and monsters, save lives, mend the sky, eliminate floods, and pacify the earth.

After an unknown period of time, all of this finally came to an end, and the world returned to peace. Nuwa then forged four more giant pillars to support the sky, and Long Xun shrank in size. The stars returned to their places, and the rivers flowed into the sea. However, the devastated land still needed time to recover.

Fuxi, Shennong, and Nuwa, along with other immortals and gods, waited patiently outside the territory of Buzhou Mountain. Even from such a distance, they could still see the enormous silver dragon clearly.

That dragon was just too big; even if it had shrunk a bit, it was still terrifying.

Long Xun looked at them indifferently, and finally left only one sentence: "Don't get carried away with your success."

The three gods' faces turned pale, then ashen.

After the unrelated people left with the black dragon Qianyu, only the little fat dragon remained. Its rather majestic dragon body changed slightly and finally transformed into a giant rat wearing a metallic silver-gray armor. Although it still had a rat's face and body, its rat paws had become dragon paws, its tail had become a thick dragon tail, and its small head had a pair of silver-gray dragon horns.

Its face looks rather silly and cute, but once you look at its whole body, it looks like an armored rat, ferocious and terrifying.

That was none other than Shunacha, who had refined his bloodline and evolved into a dragon-rat. Although his true form was still rat-shaped, he could transform into a more powerful dragon-shaped form when necessary.

Because he only received a drop of blood essence, his original rodent form was not erased.

The armored rat huddled tremblingly on the ground, fearing the punishment it would receive for causing such a huge mess.

Before he entered the human form stage, Shunacha could freely climb all over Longxun, swinging on his hair, and Longxun would never give him a cold look. However, thousands of years ago, when Shunacha hatched and saw his master again, he was frightened by his cold and ruthless face.

Shunaicha obediently refined the bloodline, but dared not leave Buzhou Mountain for even a moment, and stayed there all the time. It was about a hundred years ago that Shunaicha couldn't hold back any longer and secretly ran out to play, where he met Qianyu, a dragon who had not yet cultivated into an Yinglong. The two hit it off immediately and became friends. Shunaicha gave himself the alias Zhonggu and played with him for a while before rushing back to Buzhou Mountain.

This time, it was also because Qianyu accidentally caused a flood while playing in the water. The Heavenly Emperor sent people to capture him, so he fled to Buzhou Mountain to seek help from his friend Zhonggu. The music god Prince Changqin played the Yaoqin to make Zhonggu fall asleep, but when he saw Qianyu's golden eyes, he stopped. After Zhonggu woke up, he was furious and fought with Zhurong and Gonggong. In the process, he accidentally destroyed Buzhou Mountain.

Shunacha recounted the entire story without missing a single word, daring not to conceal anything, nor to embellish or shirk responsibility. After finishing his narration, he lay there, trembling, awaiting his master's...father's judgment.

The silver dragon lay prostrate on the ground, its back undulating like a mountain range, its pale golden eyes closed. While Shunaicha said it was lying on the ground, it was actually only lying on its back.

A semi-transparent phantom materialized in front of Naichai, and a deep, slightly cool voice slowly rang out: "Get up."