Chapter 1313: Eternal Life: My Steady Farming-Style Cultivation Chapter 1313 — Then I'll Slay It!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The crowd split apart.

Some fear the Gods and Demons, worship the Gods and Demons.

Some resent the Gods and Demons, follow the Dao Gate.

Even in later generations, this situation still occurs.

So the seed was sown today.

Xu Zhangqing took a deep breath, suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind, lifted his foot, and walked toward the Dao Ancestor's direction.

The crowd dispersed, the burly man also went to treat his wounds.

Beside the stone platform, the Dao Ancestor stood with hands behind his back, expression calm.

Xu Zhangqing stepped forward, bowed respectfully: "Dao Ancestor!"

The Dao Ancestor nodded slightly: "What is it?"

"That move just now..."

Xu Zhangqing weighed his words: "Disciple dares to ask, what technique was that move?"

The Dao Ancestor heard this, the corner of his mouth curved slightly: "That is not a technique."

Xu Zhangqing's heart skipped a beat: "Not a technique?"

"I call it..."

The Dao Ancestor paused, said seriously: "Divine Ability!"

"Hiss!"

As these words fell, Xu Zhangqing's scalp went numb.

Although he had long confirmed the answer in his heart, hearing the Dao Ancestor speak these two words personally, the feeling was still different.

In later generations.

Everyone knows Divine Abilities.

Cultivators all cast Divine Abilities.

But rarely does anyone think, where is the source of Divine Abilities?

Now, he knew!

The Dao Ancestor looked at the expression of the person before him, said meaningfully: "Night falls soon, still need to settle these mortals."

Xu Zhangqing recovered from his shock, expression thoughtful.

He asked no more, bowed and turned to leave.

Night fell very quickly.

The Primordial night is much darker than later generations.

Stars dense above, the Milky Way spans the horizon.

But on the ground, there are almost no light sources.

Even if there are, they are the eyes or traps of demons and monsters.

Mortals light bonfires, huddle in groups of three or five for warmth.

Dao Gate disciples rest in shifts, leaving some to stand guard and patrol.

Xu Zhangqing watched the sky, thoughts surging uncontrollably in his heart.

He thought a moment, then rose and walked toward the Ten Thousand Dao Tree.

In the night, the Ten Thousand Dao Tree emits dense spiritual light.

Every leaf is like an oil lamp.

Ten thousand leaves gather together, the entire canopy like a star sky fallen to the mortal world.

Under the tree, the Dao Ancestor sits cross-legged, head raised watching the stars above, unknown what he thinks.

Xu Zhangqing walked over, stood beside the Dao Ancestor, bowed: "I have come."

The Dao Ancestor did not lower his head, still watching the stars above: "You have indeed come."

For this disciple's appearance, he felt not the slightest surprise.

Or rather, neither felt surprise, even a tacit understanding.

Xu Zhangqing hesitated no longer: "That Divine Ability from daytime, Disciple wants to learn it!"

The Dao Ancestor heard this, finally lowered his gaze, stared at the person before him.

His eyes seemed to hold the entire star sky, yet larger and more profound than the star sky.

Stared at Xu Zhangqing for a long time, then spoke: "Actually, from the first time I met you I knew, you are different from others."

Xu Zhangqing heard this, goosebumps rose all over.

His first reaction was, has the secret of his transmigration been seen through?

But still forced himself to remain calm, the expression on his face did not change much.

The Dao Ancestor smiled slightly: "In the future, hope you can walk out a path of your own."

Xu Zhangqing lowered his head, said forcefully: "Disciple will certainly do his utmost."

The Dao Ancestor nodded, then stepped into the main topic: "Regarding your question from daytime, I can now give the answer.

Divine ability, divine ability — naturally, they are the methods of gods.

This move, Parting River Dividing Waters, originates from the hand of a Water God."

Xu Changqing's heart stirred, and he pressed: "I wonder where that Water God is now?"

If convenient, he also wanted to go seek advice.

After all, Parting River Dividing Waters ranks not low among the divine abilities of later generations.

The Dao Ancestor blinked: "Killed by me."

Xu Changqing was speechless.

Killed?

The other party spoke lightly, but that was a god!

In the era when gods and demons ruled everything, resisting gods and demons was heresy, and slaying gods and exterminating demons was an unforgivable capital crime of the ten evils.

Let alone making a move.

Xu Changqing forced himself to calm down, asking as if to confirm: "You... slew a god?"

The Dao Ancestor spoke slowly: "That Water God, named Hong.

He presided over the Three Thousand Li Hong River.

He had a rule: the tribes along both banks of the river must offer up a pair of male and female children every day.

If the children offered were not fair and clean enough, not healthy enough, or if the offerings ceased for a day, he would make the lake waters rise, drowning people, livestock, and crops."

Xu Changqing's face darkened slightly: "Simply the conduct of an evil demon!"

The Dao Ancestor paused, his gaze sinking into reminiscence: "Once, a tribe truly could not produce children.

The father hid a knife behind his back, and when the envoy came to collect the offerings, he rushed forward to fight desperately.

The result was unsurprising — he died.

Hong felt offended, and in one breath drowned seven tribes, killing over twenty thousand people."

Xu Changqing listened and flew into a rage, his fists unconsciously clenching tight, eyes nearly bulging out.

The Dao Ancestor said with firm eyes: "Upon learning this, I slew it!"

Xu Changqing swallowed, probing: "Then this divine ability..."

"After killing Hong, I mastered this divine ability."

The Dao Ancestor extended a finger, a faint light glowing at the fingertip — precisely that wisp of spiritual light that fell into the floodwater in daytime: "Parting River Dividing Waters."

A thought flashed through Xu Changqing's mind, a bold thought: "Could it be... slaying a god grants the divine ability?"

The Dao Ancestor seemed to smile yet not smile.

He said nothing, yet seemed to have said everything.

At this moment, Xu Changqing only felt his heartbeat like a pounding drum.

Boom—rumble—resounding!

Doesn't that mean those divine abilities renowned throughout the heavens in later generations — Five-Colored Divine Light, Chaos Return to Origin, Heaven and Earth Same Flow, Four Symbols Suppress Spirits, Ten Thousand Transformations Spirit Pivot, Gold Jade Crown Baptism, Parting River Dividing Waters, Shrinking Ground to Inch... Ice Mist Hidden, Dark Shadow Devour, Earth Puppet, Dust Substitute, etc. — all came about this way?

So killing a god and seizing their methods is the divine ability!

And the more powerful the divine ability, the more powerful the god one must slay.

A minor god's methods are probably not worth mentioning.

That Stream Elder from daytime, at most he only controlled a single stream.

What would killing him yield?

Water Control Technique?

Wave-Treading Technique?

In later generations these methods don't even count as third-rate spells.

If killing, one must kill a major god.

Even a chief god who grasps the origin.

Xu Changqing once again saluted the Dao Ancestor: "Disciple still has one question."

To this, the Dao Ancestor showed no impatience, even willing to teach: "Ask."

Xu Changqing said in a deep voice: "Disciple has entered the Dao for ten years, cultivation already at Foundation Establishment Perfection.

The next step is condensing a Golden Core.

But lately in cultivation, Disciple always has a feeling.

As if a layer of something blocks the front — tangible, yet cannot be pushed open.

May I ask Dao Ancestor, how should Disciple break through to the next realm?"

The Dao Ancestor heard him out and did not answer immediately, instead extending his right index finger and writing on the ground: "In my place, there is no distinction of Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment.

Dao Gate cultivation is but five paths."

Xu Changqing's ears perked up on both sides, asking rather excitedly: "Which five paths?"