Chapter 1311

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The moment the words fell, a water pillar exploded from the depths of the flood.

The water pillar surged skyward, shattering into countless splashing droplets.

Immediately after, a colossal ferocious beast with a human face, a jackal body, twin wings on its back, and the movement of a snake revealed its silhouette from the flood.

This was the Transforming Snake.

Every flap of its twin wings stirred up new towering waves.

Every swing of its snake tail pushed the flood forward a great stretch.

By now, the flood behind it had already submerged who knew how many mountain slopes, how many plains, how many tribes.

Livestock, living people, and the like struggled a few times in the water before thoroughly disappearing.

The "Stream" tribe was also on the flood's inevitable path.

And Xi Bo was the minor god this tribe had enshrined for who knew how many generations.

At this moment, the stone statue shattered with a "crack," and as a blue light surged forth, a fellow wielding a long spear and treading on waves leaped out.

He was the minor god Xi Bo.

Xu Zhangqing, Zhang Daoxuan, and the others watched this, thinking the other party would act to save people.

The result was never expected: Xi Bo didn't even glance at these mortals who enshrined him; gazing at the sky-reaching flood about to surge forth, he directly brought the stream he governed and fled.

"What?"

"He ran?"

"He abandoned the believers?"

Seeing this scene, Xu Zhangqing and the rest were struck speechless.

Suddenly, the Dao Ancestor's voice rang out from behind everyone: "A mere minor god; ordinarily he can maintain favorable winds and timely rains.

But encountering this kind of ferocious beast, besides fleeing, there is no other choice."

A minor god's divine power coverage generally does not exceed a hundred li in radius.

His authority is merely a single stream.

Yet the cosmic tide stirred up by the Transforming Snake is enough to submerge entire mountains and rivers, the great earth, and plains.

Therefore, what Xi Bo can do is limited.

What's more, in the face of life and death, his own "survival" is more important.

Therefore, he very realistically chose to escape, planning to return after the Transforming Snake leaves.

Of course, that's if there are still any people alive in this tribe.

In the flood, it's not just the minor god Xi Bo who is running.

In the distance, several divine lights of different colors are also fleeing toward high ground.

Those are the minor gods in the nearby rivers and mountains, likewise driving their own "authorities," struggling to survive in the flood.

Not a single god looked back, not a single god acted.

What about the human race?

The human race can only kneel before the flood and wait for death!

Even at death's door, there are still people kowtowing to the god statues, begging for divine protection.

But more people have already given up on prayer.

One by one they sit slumped on ground already soaked by the flood, blankly watching the sky-reaching giant waves draw ever closer, their eyes devoid of any emotion.

Run, can't run away.

Live, can't survive.

Can only wait for death.

Abruptly, the Dao Ancestor shouted: "Dao Gate disciples, heed the order!"

Including Xu Zhangqing, all three thousand people looked toward him.

The Dao Ancestor waved his great hand: "Save people!"

Gods won't save people?

People save themselves!

At this moment, everyone's emotions surged high.

Xu Zhangqing only felt his heart pounding wildly, then blurted out: "Yes!"

The Dao Gate people moved.

At this moment, all three thousand disciples, without exception, regardless of identity or background.

All rushed toward places where mortals still were at the first possible moment.

Some used magic power to temporarily alter the flood's flow direction, shifting the submerged zones from human tribes to uninhabited areas.

Some flew into mid-air, using the Yufeng Technique to pull mortals trapped in the flood out one by one.

Some landed on mountain slopes besieged by floodwater, bringing the soaked, trembling mortals to higher ground.

Don't look at Xu Zhangqing being unable to wield laws; but these ten years of control over spiritual power have already reached a meticulous degree.

He and Zhang Daoxuan together rushed toward the "Stream" tribe.

Taking advantage of before the flood arrived, they transferred all those waiting for death, those praying, to the mountain on the Wan Dao Tree's side.

Along the way, Xu Zhangqing made an astonishing discovery.

Any descendant of the Human Race with blood ties to gods, demons, or monsters.

All possess similar abilities to control "laws," such as summoning wind and calling rain.

And he and Zhang Daoxuan, because they were merely "ordinary people," besides having strong bodies and longevity, did not have many methods.

In the Primordial Period, cultivation methods were extremely primitive, and methods were even rarer.

Fortunately, Xu Zhangqing came from the future.

Some attribute-less methods could still be cast.

For example, gathering Qi, riding the wind, Spiritual Power Shield, Spiritual Power Impact, Lingzhi Scan.

And, the real pressure was not on Xu Zhangqing and Zhang Daoxuan's side.

The disciples with profound cultivation joined forces in front of the Wan Dao Tree, erecting a Barrier to block the most ferocious wave of the flood.

After all, beneath the Wan Dao Tree at this moment there were already tens of thousands of people.

Once the flood submerged.

The tree would be fine.

The Cultivators would be fine.

These ordinary people would all die.

Xu Zhangqing's cultivation was not high, and he could not use magic power to hard-resist the giant waves stirred up by the Snake Transformation like others, but he was more familiar with the terrain nearby than anyone else.

During these ten years, while gathering Lingti all over the mountains and fields, he also figured out the course of every river in this area, the height of every hillside, and the location of every tribe.

Therefore, he actually saved many people.

"Where is the god!"

"Isn't it supposed to protect the Human Race!"

"Why hasn't it appeared yet!"

Beside Xu Zhangqing, Zhang Daoxuan had a cold face, uttering question after question.

The two were soaked through from saving people, looking quite disheveled.

But it was very strange.

Facing this disaster caused by demonic beasts, whether the supreme god or great gods.

Without exception, not a single divine miracle appeared.

"Divine Punishment!"

"This must be Divine Punishment!"

"It must be that we are not devout enough!"

Many ordinary people, not only did not pursue the god's responsibility, but instead thought it was their own problem.

Not devout enough.

Not diligent enough.

Not enough offerings.

Anyway, in these people's eyes, the god was never wrong!

Seeing this scene, Xu Zhangqing recalled ten years ago.

The mysterious man's words echoed in his ears once again.

"Gods will not save fools!"

"The Human Race is dull, unable to distinguish what is Poison and what is food!"

"All day long not researching, not understanding, not discussing, always muddled and confused!"

This sentence, when first heard, sounded harsh.

Now savoring it, it really was somewhat apt.

Watching the flood become more and more violent, everyone's pressure grew greater and greater.

The Snake Transformation watched humans suffering, wailing, and struggling, becoming more and more excited, seeming very satisfied with its own work.

Suddenly, the Primordial Dao Ancestor stood up from the Stone Platform, he raised his Right Hand Index Finger, and a point of Spiritual Light exhaled from his fingertip.

This point of Spiritual Light was extremely faint, like a drop of morning dew sliding off the Wan Dao Tree.

At first no one thought it had any power, until it fell into the flood.

The moment the Spiritual Light touched the water.

The flood before their eyes stagnated.

As if pressed down from the middle by an invisible hand.

No matter how ferocious it was, it could not approach the Wan Dao Tree by even an inch.

Immediately after, a dividing line extended from where the Spiritual Light fell to both sides, the flood on the left roaring as it diverted east, and the giant waves on the right rolling as they branched west.

In the middle, not a single drop of water remained.

Xu Zhangqing blurted out: "Splitting the River and Dividing the Water!"