Chapter 1308: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1308: No Path Ahead!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Xu Zhangqing watched this absurd scene, silent for a long time.

He suddenly understood Zhang Daoxuan a little.

This era.

Mortals knelt before divine statues, kowtowing until their heads broke, yet not a drop of rain came.

Eat the wrong poisonous grass and you can only wait to die; be taken by the demon race and you can only accept your fate.

The gods do not care for them, the demons spare none of them.

Living like pigs and dogs.

This is the current state of the human race.

But humans are the spirits of all things; they should not have such a status!

Xu Zhangqing disturbed no one, silently withdrawing from the Wooden House.

He was no longer confused about himself, about why he had transmigrated to this era.

Instead, he wanted to see with his own eyes how Zhang Daoxuan became the Great Dao Venerable step by step.

Afterward, Xu Zhangqing walked forward along the wild path outside the Bu Luo for a stretch.

Not long after, he came to a hillside, then stopped to gaze into the distance.

Ahead lay a boundless desolate plain.

The sky hung low, pressing extremely close.

The Yun Ceng were not white, carrying a turbid lead-gray.

Looking at them, they seemed stirred by something, so heavy they might collapse at any moment.

The plain was not empty.

Giant ferns rose from the ground, every leaf half a person tall.

Their edges grew serrated spikes, slowly swaying in the wind like some living thing breathing.

Farther away, an unknown giant tree stood alone in the center of the plain.

Its crown covered half the sky.

Branches twisted and knotted.

Where the bark split, dark red juice seeped out.

At the roots, they gathered into a crimson shallow pool.

When the wind blew, it brought a fishy-sweet smell.

One could not tell whether it was plant juice or some animal's blood.

In short... it smelled bad!

Xu Zhangqing narrowed his eyes, looking at the branches of that giant tree.

He found rows of things hanging above.

They seemed to be bones.

Large and small, of many kinds.

And they were all connected, like strings of wind chimes.

When the wind blew, the bones struck each other, making a clacking sound.

Farther east of the giant tree, one could see a black swamp.

Bubbles constantly rose on the swamp's surface; when they burst, what rose was not steam but a green smoke.

The smoke rose into mid-air, condensing into twisted faces.

They opened their mouths, roaring silently, then dissipated in agony.

In the depths of the swamp, a blurry black shadow moved slowly.

Its size was astonishingly large, like a walking small mountain.

Every step it took sent a dull tremor.

Even the pebbles under Xu Zhangqing's feet jumped slightly along with it.

The outline of that thing could not be seen clearly; only two dark red light spots could be glimpsed appearing and disappearing in the green smoke, like two lanterns hanging in mid-air.

Seeing this scene, Xu Zhangqing withdrew his gaze.

The situation here was far more complex than imagined.

Walking back was his stone cave.

As for farther behind, that was the Wan Dao Tree.

It was not only the place where the Primordial Dao Ancestor preached the Dao, but also the gathering place of the first generation of cultivators.

And ahead?

Ahead were the Huang Ye, the plain, the swamp.

There was the giant tree hung with bones.

There were demonic creatures baring fangs and claws.

There were giant beasts whose shapes could not be seen clearly.

There were unknown domains emanating a terrifying aura.

For the human race, going forward is a dead end!

He couldn't help but shake his head.

This is a barbaric era.

Not only is productivity low, civilization has not yet been enlightened.

The key lies in the fact that humans fundamentally are not human.

They are grain.

They are sacrificial offerings.

They are ants.

"You freaks are truly strange."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Xu Changqing abruptly turned his head.

Only to see a man leaning against a rock not far away.

His arms crossed over his chest, posture casual.

He looked about thirty years old, physique lean and strong.

His skin was the bronze color left by years of sun exposure.

Features coarse, brow ridges high, eye sockets deep.

Lips curled slightly upward, carrying unconcealed mockery.

Wearing a short tunic sewn from beast hide, a bone dagger hung at his waist, dressed no differently from those hunters in the tribe.

But Xu Changqing noticed, this person's gaze was completely different from those hunters.

It was a gaze carrying a few parts playfulness, and moreover looking down from above.

As if he completely didn't put others in his eyes.

The man sized up Xu Changqing while chuckling lightly: "A mere mortal whom even gods disdain to glance at, is there a necessity for you to save them?"

Xu Changqing hearing this, gaze abruptly turned cold, he looked at this fellow who didn't know from where he emerged, did not avoid the other's gaze, retorted: "If everyone thinks like this, then the human race will forever have no day of rising up!"

The man raised one eyebrow, smile deepened a few degrees, he nodded his chin toward the direction of "Stream" tribe, expression playful said: "Isn't there a god protecting them?"

Xu Changqing coldly smiled: "That man just now nearly died, did the god make a move?"

The man shrugged: "Gods, would not save fools.

Using divine power on this kind of person, is simply wasting it.

He himself ate the wrong food, therefore being poisoned to death is also deserved!"

Speaking to here, he suddenly stepped closer to Xu Changqing by one step, then said: "Moreover, isn't the antidote right at the side?

It's just that the human race is dull, unable to distinguish what is poison, what is food.

All day not going to research, not going to understand, not going to explore, forever muddleheaded."

After speaking, the corner of his mouth hooked a faint barely-there smile.

That smile had no malice, but also no kindness.

Xu Changqing took a deep breath, he understood the other's meaning.

In this person's view, the reason the human race lives like pigs and dogs is not only because of the strength of gods and demons, but even more because of the human race's own dullness.

Beside the poisonous grass, actually grows the antidote.

Pity no one goes to look, no one goes to research, no one goes to understand.

Everyone only knows to kneel on the ground, entrusting their lives to a stone statue that won't speak.

Xu Changqing seriously said: "No one comes, then I'll come, there must always be someone to step out this step!"

The man hearing this looked at him, looked for a good while.

Then shook his head.

Even the smile was collected back, that bit of playfulness in the eyes also disappeared, replaced by unconcealed ridicule: "Spirit commendable, pity too stupid."

"You!"

Xu Changqing face sank, questioned: "Just who are you?"

The man full face contempt said: "You're still not qualified to know."

After that, he didn't look at Xu Changqing another glance.

Directly turned around, walked toward the stream side.

Xu Changqing rarely gets angry, but this time, really a bit couldn't hold back.

Wanted to mobilize magic power, laws, five-color primal light, to erase the other.

But waited a good while, yet discovered body not a bit of reaction.

Until this moment, he only then recalled.

Right.

Current self, fundamentally is not "Xu Changqing", but Jiang Yuan.

A newcomer who just barely entered the Dao Ancestor's sect, hasn't cultivated much at all.

Therefore, Xu Changqing could only watch helplessly as this fellow who not only humiliated himself, but also humiliated the human race, just like that openly departed into the distance!