I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

In an unnamed village, a little girl was squatting on her doorstep, teasing a passing beetle, when she suddenly felt the sky darken.

She looked up and saw the crimson that had covered the sky for who knows how long was fading, but what followed was a scene that seemed like the end of the world.

"Daddy! Mommy!" She threw down the beetle, cried, and ran back into the house, throwing herself into her mother's arms. "The sky is falling! The sky is falling!"

The father strode quickly from the stove to the door, looked up at the cracking sky, and his face turned deathly pale.

He glanced back at their daughter in his wife's arms, then at the equally panicked neighbors in the yard. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out, "Go into the cellar!"

Outside the village, a makeshift campsite covered by vines.

The bard who had received the spirit wine from Ji Tian hadn't expected it to have such a strong aftereffect. She was suddenly jolted awake from her sleep, rubbing her throbbing temples and instinctively looking up at the sky.

"What? Is the world going to end? No, I must be dreaming."

But the dream was so real that the bard was inevitably moved by the scene and couldn't help but reach out and grab the harp beside him, and begin to play a mournful funeral song.

……

Inside the World Tree.

Ji Tian looked up at the collapsing dome and finally understood the nature of this "calamity".

In cultivation novels, "calamity" is far more than just being struck by lightning.

The sky collapsed, the earth caved in, all things were reduced to ruins, and all living beings suffered terribly—a true catastrophe that destroyed the world.

He was standing at the center of the eye of calamity, where heaven and earth were collapsing and all things were about to fall.

A tremendous power is spreading in all directions through the connection between the World Tree's roots and the earth, as if the entire world is dying along with the World Tree.

Ji Tian suddenly recalled the prophecy spoken by the royal family member, and unexpectedly, it turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy.

"Oh--"

He looked up, opened his arms, and faced the collapsing sky.

"Not enough lightning tribulation? Then let's make up for it with the destruction of the world."

"Only a cataclysmic event of this magnitude is worthy of being my Daoist abode!"

After saying that, Ji Tian drew his holy sword Lingxiao and slashed it. Golden holy light burst forth from the sword and shot straight into the sky, like a golden thread that pierced through the heavens and earth, temporarily pinning the collapsing dome fragments to their spot.

But this is only a temporary measure; the Holy Sword cannot support the sky, which has already lost its support.

Ji Tian no longer hesitated. With a wave of his right hand, the Fantian Seal that had been embedded in the sword guard suddenly expanded, transforming into a towering mountain tens of feet high, which landed steadily beside him.

The four elemental powers of water, fire, earth, and wind obtained from the World Tree operate simultaneously, drawing the scattered fragments towards them.

Emerald green light spots gathered, swirled, and merged in his palm, gradually condensing into a fist-sized crystal, with a warm emerald green light flowing inside.

"Go forth, from now on you will be the Mount Buzhou of this world!"

He forcefully pressed the crystal into the mountainside of the sacred mountain.

At that moment, the entire sacred mountain trembled violently, and golden holy light intertwined, collided, and merged with emerald green life force, carving intricate and ancient patterns on the mountain's surface.

The sacred mountain began to expand, growing from tens of feet to hundreds of feet, and from hundreds of feet to thousands of feet, eventually stretching across the heavens and earth.

The sky will not fall again.

But the ground is still cracking.

Ji Tian had no time to rest. His divine sense spread out in an instant, covering the entire land affected by the World Tree.

There are still countless cracks that need to be filled, collapsed mountains that need to be straightened, and I also need to save all living beings from suffering.

As for how water and fire came about, don't ask.

With time running out and the task at hand, Ji Tian's figure disappeared from the summit of the sacred mountain.

Western Regions.

A rift valley stretching for dozens of miles is expanding to both sides, about to engulf the villages along its path.

Ji Tian appeared at the edge of the rift valley, pressed his right hand down, and poured out the earth element power.

The rock walls on both sides of the rift valley slowly approached as if being closed by a pair of invisible giant hands, and finally closed together perfectly. Even the grass and trees on the ground were forced to grow again, covering the scar that had just healed.

Eastern Regions.

An erupting volcano turned the entire sky dark red, and lava carrying debris surged toward the town at the foot of the mountain.

Ji Tian appeared above the crater, his wind-elemental power condensing into an invisible barrier in his palm, forcibly pushing the gushing lava back into the ground, while his fire-elemental power, like taming a wild beast, transformed the violent energy from an eruption into a calm.

The third place, the fourth place, the fifth place...

Ji Tian's figure flashed across various corners of the continent, moving so fast that it gave the illusion of countless clones. Wherever he passed, order was restored and life flourished.

Moving mountains, filling seas, reshaping riverbeds, repairing ley lines, and using fragments of the World Tree's authority as adhesive, they stitched this collapsing land back together.

As he passed over the bard's head, Ji Tian also retrieved the sheet music that had been blown away by the wind and tucked it back into her arms.

"Hey, thank you. I didn't expect you to be this amazing even in my dreams."

The sky was still the same sky, and the earth was still the same earth, as if the cataclysmic event just now was merely a dream that felt too real.

After doing all this, Ji Tian returned to the summit of the sacred mountain.

The golden sacred mountain stands majestically, its surface pulsating with an ancient and steady rhythm through the emerald green veins.

It is breathing, it is alive, it is the new "Pillar of Heaven".

The sky no longer collapsed, the earth no longer cracked, and all the places he repaired were slowly regaining their vitality.

There was peace and tranquility between heaven and earth.

The thunderclouds had long since dissipated, revealing the sky supported by the sacred mountain.

Looking at the newly reborn sky, Ji Tian felt a surge of pride, returning to the state of "extreme freedom and pride" after many years.

The threshold of the Nascent Soul stage was already very close. When the world returned to peace and the calamity disappeared, his cultivation level also crossed that threshold, and he broke through in a very ordinary way.

Of course, if we interpret it according to the theory in the Book of Industry, then the act of saving the world becomes a symbol of "salvation," and thus elevates one's status.

The immense power of the Nascent Soul stage swept over, but Ji Tian's mental energy was too depleted, and he appeared somewhat exhausted at this moment.

My vision began to blur.

He saw a figure with light golden hair rushing towards him from a distance, her skirt fluttering, and her familiar face full of anxiety and worry.

Elena.

She caught him.

Ji Tian's body fell into a soft embrace, and long, light golden hair brushed against his cheek, carrying a familiar fragrance.

"Ji Tian! Ji Tian, ​​what's wrong? Don't scare me!"

Ji Tian didn't even have the strength to recite the opening poem, let alone answer Elena's question.

Ji Tian's consciousness sank into the warm darkness.

Elena knelt on the ground and, after confirming that Ji Tian was unharmed, hugged him tightly in her arms.

"Get some rest, darling."