334: Nine Stones Patching the Sky

Chen Tianming stood tall between the vast and boundless heavens and earth, the surrounding scenery shrouded in a faint layer of sorrow.

The once lush, fertile, and colorful Mystical Fantasy Continent now appeared exceptionally desolate due to a hideous spatial crack tearing through the sky.

It was like a once glorious king, now stripped of his luster.

In the air, the once abundant spiritual energy that nourished all living things was now quietly dissipating.

The plants on the earth had lost their former vitality, the flowers had dimmed their colors, and the entire world seemed to be gradually losing its life force.

Corpses lay everywhere, the land turned into desert, and living beings devoured each other.

Chen Tianming clenched his fists, his knuckles slightly whitened from the concentrated power, and the anger and hatred in his heart burned fiercely, like a wildfire fueled by the wind.

Those so-called powerful individuals who wantonly slaughtered living beings and disregarded the world's safety, whitewashing everything, made his heart ache as if cut by a knife; this heavy hatred transformed into an indestructible force, forming a grand wish.

Chen Tianming wanted to mend the heavens!

It was in this desperate situation that a thought flashed through Chen Tianming's mind like lightning.

Perhaps the Heaven-Mending Divine Stone was in his hand!

He still held nine mysterious divine stones capable of manipulating space.

These divine stones could truly be called supreme treasures; Chen Tianming had never fully understood the abilities of these nine stones, but now was the time to try, as they might be the key to saving this continent.

A strong premonition surged in Chen Tianming's heart: the descent of the Heavenly Gods onto the continent through spatial crack was likely not the first time it had happened.

Tracing back through the long river of history, in the distant past, it was said that a compassionate goddess once descended here and used her power to repair the formidable spatial crack, bringing temporary peace to the continent.

People called her Nüwa and passed down her story for centuries.

Thinking of this, an unyielding light flickered in Chen Tianming's eyes; since his predecessors could repair it, why couldn't he try?

At worst, it was worth a shot.

He quickly returned to his Small World, plunging without hesitation into the depths of the earth, where nine massive divine stones, emitting a faint glow, lay hidden.

Each divine stone was like a microcosm of the universe, containing endless mysteries.

Chen Tianming carefully took them out one by one, then, according to the ancient inherited memories of the Chess Saint, placed the nine crystal-clear divine stones on the ground, following a mysterious and ancient arrangement found between heaven and earth.

However, the divine stones were objects of the Heavenly Realm, and sensing the aura of the Heavenly Realm, a sudden change occurred.

Just as Chen Tianming was about to perform the ritual, a strange scene unfolded.

The nine divine stones seemed to respond to some unseen summons, automatically beginning subtle movements; their distances and angles continuously adjusted until they achieved an incredible harmony.

The light on the surface of each divine stone began to flow and change—red, blue, green, gold… various colors of light intertwined, as if narrating different stories, creating a wondrous resonance with the surging spiritual power within Chen Tianming.

Driven by this resonant power, the nine divine stones spontaneously formed a vast and complex magic array, instantly covering and protecting the entire continent.

This was not merely a simple defense; it was more like a magnificent symphony composed by the most fundamental laws of heaven and earth.

Each divine stone became a musical note, each carrying a power of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth; the convergence and fusion of these powers began to cause subtle yet noticeable fluctuations in that terrifying spatial crack.

Clang!!

Light pierced through the clouds.

The spatial tremor gradually subsided.

The tremor that seemed to emanate from the depths of the world slowly returned to tranquility, like the breath of an angry giant beast finally steadying.

A disaster that had swept across the Mystical Fantasy Continent, causing countless beings to tremble, finally came to a halt.

Under the azure sky, all living things seemed to hold their breath, gazing at the spatial crack that had once torn the sky and devoured hope.

At this moment, a faint blue glow emanated from the edge of the crack, like the first light of dawn.

The gentlest light on the horizon, slowly, a shield as thin as a cicada's wing yet incredibly resilient, gradually mended the crack, transforming despair into a source of hope for the revival of all things.

The spatial crack, once considered a symbol of irreversible disaster, had actually disappeared!

The entire planet, after countless destructions and sacrifices, finally regained its former peace and harmony in Chen Tianming's hands.

An indescribable excitement surged within Chen Tianming; he was eager to vent, to show off, and to rejoice.

Especially with Saria, the goddess with whom he had made a wager.

However, when he rushed back to the Hospital and stepped into that familiar yet solemn atmosphere, the sight before him was like a basin of cold water dousing all his joy.

Saria lay quietly on the hospital bed, showing no trace of joy at the completion of the task.

Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of the former majesty and radiance of a deity, leaving only a fragile living being immersed in an unknown struggle.

Chen Tianming's heart tightened abruptly; he quickly stepped forward, his hands tightly clasping Saria's cold hand.

Those hands that once wielded lightning and commanded winds and rains were now only heartbreakingly pale.

His eyes intertwined with the pride of saving the world and deep concern for Saria; these two starkly different emotions converged in his eyes, forming a complex portrayal.

Saria's face was clouded with gloom; without the Gate of the Heavenly Realm, she lost the sanctity and immortality of the Divine Realm, replaced by the fragility and reality of a mortal.

Her eyes flickered with confusion and struggle, a relinquishment of her goddess identity, and an unease and hesitation about re-embracing the concept of "humanity."

Once a deity, she was accustomed to looking down on all beings, but now she had to confront her inner weakness and fear; all of this was both a challenge and a return for her.

Her godhood was gone, completely vanished with the closing of the Gate of the Heavenly Realm.

Seeing this, Chen Tianming mobilized his powerful spiritual strength and called out softly, his voice like a spring breeze sweeping across a desolate land, both gentle and filled with unwavering strength.

"Saria, listen to me, even if you're not a Heavenly God, you are still beautiful and powerful!"

At that moment, Saria slowly raised her head, her gaze for the first time appearing so soft, with a vulnerability that was almost a sense of relief.

"Chen Tianming, can… can this truly be? Being a person with emotions, for me, feels both like a distant memory and an unknown territory. I'm a little scared… those memories of slaughter and struggle, they make me almost unable to bear it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Tianming did not hesitate; he gently embraced Saria, enveloping her restless soul with warmth.