Chapter 1312: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1312: Only the Dao Sect Is Honored!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Seeing this scene, Xu Zhangqing's head buzzed.

Divine Ability: Parting the River and Dividing the Waters.

He was far too familiar with it.

In later ages, any cultivator of the Tianyuan Realm who broke through to the Golden Core Stage could awaken a divine ability.

The more spiritual roots one had, the more divine abilities one awakened.

Back then, he had five spiritual roots and awakened Five-Colored Divine Light, Ten Thousand Insects Mother Nest, Calling Wind and Summoning Rain, Thousand Machines Ten Thousand Transformations, all in one breath, and later added Shrinking Earth to an Inch.

With five divine abilities at his command, he could practically walk sideways among those of the same stage.

But that was later ages.

Later ages had spiritual roots, laws, and a complete cultivation system.

And here was the Primordial Period.

There were no so-called spiritual roots; spiritual energy was mixed with the residual aura of gods, demons, and monsters, and even cultivation methods were extremely primitive.

Among the three thousand disciples of the Dao Sect, those who called wind and summoned rain relied not on any spell, but on a trace of god-demon bloodline within their bodies.

Pure "humans," apart from being strong and healthy and enjoying longevity, had almost no notable means.

But that finger of the Dao Ancestor just now was neither a spell nor a bloodline talent.

It was a divine ability!

At this moment, Xu Zhangqing's heart was beating fast.

A bold idea popped into his mind.

Could it be that this era did not need spiritual roots or laws to master divine abilities?

If that were true, the Dao Ancestor must possess some means.

Ask, must ask.

Must ask it out.

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The Snake Spirit had originally been stirring winds and waves in the flood, posturing as if to submerge the entire earth.

But as the Dao Ancestor's finger descended, the flood split in two, and its movements froze on the spot.

The vertical pupils on its human face shrank sharply, and then a look of fear appeared.

The next second, its huge body slid to the side along the divided current.

Just like that, it slipped away.

It left so fast, not even looking back.

Xu Zhangqing: 「……」

Zhang Daoxuan beside him was also stunned: 「It just left like that? 」

「What else? 」

A disciple beside him wiped the sewage from his face and said with a cold smile: 「It's not stupid. 」

The fierce beast was indeed powerful, not even daring to directly confront a minor god.

But who made the move?

The Primordial Dao Ancestor!

The preacher of the Primordial Period!

Without him, there would be no later cultivation system.

Therefore, this flood came fast and receded fast.

The Snake Spirit carried towering waves along the divided river channel all the way into the distance; the water level dropped rapidly, revealing the submerged hillsides, muddy flats, broken trees, and livestock corpses washed ashore.

The air was filled with a strong earthy smell and the stench of rotting water plants.

Under the Wan Dao Tree, tens of thousands of mortals huddled together, shivering.

Their clothes were soaked through, and on their faces one could not tell whether it was tears or floodwater.

Someone was crying.

Someone was calling out the names of their loved ones.

Others knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the receding flood, unable to say a word.

The Dao Sect disciples either withdrew their barriers or flew back from afar.

Landing one by one under the Wan Dao Tree, the fluctuations of their magical power had not yet subsided.

Although everyone was exhausted now, there was light in everyone's eyes.

They did it.

Three thousand people blocked the Snake Spirit's flood.

They saved tens of thousands of lives.

Xu Zhangqing stood among the crowd, looking at the tired yet proud expressions on these fellow disciples' faces, and a surge of indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

In later ages, cultivators stood high above, and mortals were nothing but ants in their eyes.

Not to mention risking their lives for mortals, even looking at a mortal one more time was considered a waste of time.

But in the Primordial Era.

In the Dao Gate.

Under the Dao Ancestor's leadership.

Cultivators truly saved people.

"Thank the Gods!"

"It was the Gods who saved us!"

"The Gods did not abandon us!"

In the crowd, a wave of weeping cries suddenly erupted.

A group of mortals knelt on the ground, kowtowing desperately toward the direction of the deity statue in the distance, their foreheads striking the muddy ground with dull thuds.

Thud!

Thud thud!

Thud thud thud!

Seeing this, the faces of the Dao Gate disciples instantly changed.

Zhang Daoxuan rushed out even more: "What Gods?

Where did Gods come from?

Open your eyes and look, who just saved you!"

The kowtowing mortals raised their heads, looking at him blankly.

From very early on, they had grown accustomed to this behavior.

Every day, if they did not give thanks, express gratitude to the Gods, they felt something was missing.

Whenever there was favorable weather and harvest, abundant grain, and healthy bodies, they felt it was the Gods protecting them.

Zhang Daoxuan pointed at those fellow disciples soaked through, their magic power nearly exhausted, his voice becoming somewhat hysterical: "Look clearly.

Clearly it was them, they used magic power to block the flood, they fished you out of the water, it was the Dao Ancestor who personally acted to separate the flood!

Where are the Gods in your mouths?

Where are the Gods?

Why have they still not appeared now!"

The kowtowing mortals opened their mouths, yet could not utter a single word, powerless to refute.

The Xi Tribe people said softly: "But... but we worshipped the Gods, the Gods will surely..."

"Surely what?"

Zhang Daoxuan's face was cold as if coated with a layer of frost: "The Xi Bo you worshipped, before the flood even arrived, took the Stream and ran.

You kowtowed for who knows how many generations, and what did you get in return?

You got them not even deigning to look at you once!"

Once these words came out, those mortals thanking the Gods could no longer speak.

They looked at each other, and a trace of wavering finally appeared in their eyes.

"This brother speaks the truth!"

In the crowd, a burly man stood up.

He still had wet beast skins wrapped around him, a wound on his face scratched open by gravel, blood not yet staunched, and said in a loud voice: "Our children struggled in the water, our elders cried for help in the water, where were the Gods?

The Gods didn't even look at us, they ran!"

Speaking to this point, the burly man looked at those mortals still hesitating: "It was the Dao Gate people, they rushed into the flood without fear of danger and saved us!

And, they are the same as us, all human!"

Hearing these words, the crowd began to stir.

More people stood up.

They no longer looked at the deity statue in the distance, but turned and walked toward the Dao Gate disciples.

Some knelt to kowtow, but were helped up by the Dao Gate disciples.

Some grabbed the hands of Dao Gate disciples, weeping unable to speak.

Some took out the only remaining food on their bodies, forcibly stuffing it into the hands of Dao Gate disciples.

"Thank you!"

"Thank you!"

"Without you, my whole family would have died!"

That burly man with the wound on his face strode to below the Stone Platform where the Dao Ancestor was, looking up at him while heavily kneeling: "Whoever saves us, we believe in them!"

Soon, more and more people gathered behind him, kneeling one after another.

"No reverence for Gods and Demons!"

"Only reverence for the Dao Gate!"

The voices started scattered and sparse, then gradually gathered together.

Though not loud, they carried an unprecedented infectious power.

The Dao Ancestor walked down the Stone Platform with a smile, first helping the burly man up, then his gaze sweeping over all mortals: "Everyone is human, no distinction of high or low, noble or base!

No one is worthy of your kneeling, I am not worthy of your kneeling either!

Stand up, no kneeling allowed!"