Chapter 1331

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Beneath a stretch of gloomy abyss, light twisted strangely, as if separated by a layer of filter membrane that did not belong to this world.

There was no sunlight here, no wind.

Heavy, crushing pressure surged in from all directions.

At the center of the water bottom, a massive vortex rotated.

And in the deepest part of the vortex, countless rivers and water pulses intertwined, solidifying into a face and a single closed eye.

This was the Black Emperor, who governed the source of all water pulses under heaven!

Around the vortex, seven figures floated suspended.

Each figure was condensed from water of a different color, each representing a water domain.

There was a figure entirely ink-green; this was the "Sparse Marsh God" who governed the thousand-li Sparse Marsh.

There was a figure entirely golden; this was the "Yan Spring God" who governed the thousand-zhang Yan Spring.

Although he was of the water attribute, he carried a scorching aura, utterly out of place among the other gods.

There was also a figure entirely pale-white, floating silently, not uttering a word; this was the "Cold Abyss God" who governed the Extreme North Cold Abyss.

Further out, the water colors varied.

A figure of deep blue verging on black, back slightly hunched, as if bent by some heavy weight pressing down.

He was called the "Ten Thousand Fathoms God", governing the Ten Thousand Fathoms Sea Trench.

There, sunlight was never seen year-round; the water pressure was so great that even water gods were unwilling to linger.

The water light around the Ten Thousand Fathoms God was sunken to a blackness, sharing the same origin as the Black Emperor's aura; with every turn, the surrounding water currents were pressed several degrees slower.

Right next to him, a figure turbid and yellowish.

Within the yellow showed a strand of greenish hue, like corpse water soaked for many years.

This was the "Underworld River God", governing the Nine-Bend Underworld River.

This water did not exist in the mortal world, only at the boundary between yin and yang.

Further off, a figure silver-white and translucent.

He was called the "Rainfall God", governing the rainfall of the four seasons.

The last figure hid the farthest, and was the most quiet.

That water light was purple-black, with faint tiny electric snakes swimming through it.

He was the "Thunder Pool God", governing the waters of the thousand-mu Thunder Pool.

This pool's waters connected to the earth's lungs below and drew heavenly thunder above, most violent of all.

"That idiot Bi Bo is dead."

The Sparse Marsh God's voice carried the coarse rasp of water waves striking rock: "I just received the news — the Eight Hundred Li Bi Bo Lake lost its water god overnight."

"I know."

The Yan Spring God's tone was cold: "The cause was two Dao Gate fellows."

At these words, the surrounding figures all fell silent for an instant.

"Dao Gate again?"

The Cold Abyss God spoke, voice like an undercurrent beneath ice: "This is not the first case; Hong died, Bi Bo Jun also died.

The water gods slain these years, this seat has counted clearly — no fewer than twenty.

If you add mountain gods, fire gods and those, I fear it would exceed a hundred!"

"Faith power diminished, authority inevitably weakens."

The Sparse Marsh God's voice now carried a hint of impatience: "The mortals below have begun to disbelieve in gods.

Fewer kneel, fewer offerings — that is the most fatal.

If a god loses faith power, what difference is there from trash?"

"If it really won't do, let us make a move!"

"Right, kill all those Dao Gate disciples!"

"These fellows truly deserve death!"

Speaking thus, the surrounding figures quieted, gazing toward that closed eye at the vortex center.

After waiting a while, the Black Emperor's single eye opened; his eye had no pupil, only an unfathomable profundity: "You think killing a few Dao Gate disciples can suppress this trend?

Wrong!

The more Dao Gate disciples you kill, the more appear.

The true source is the Primordial Dao Ancestor!"

The Sparse Marsh God froze for a moment: "Dao Ancestor?"

"The root of everything lies in the Dao Gate Ancestral Court."

The Black Emperor spoke in a deep voice: "Those Dao Gate disciples cannot be killed to the end.

As long as the Dao Ancestor is gone, no one will teach these mortals how to slay gods anymore.

As for the remaining Dao Gate disciples, they naturally cannot stir up waves — not worth fearing!"

"The Black Emperor's words are reasonable."

The Yan Spring God deeply agreed: "If the Dao Ancestor dies, the Dao Gate has no head.

The remaining disciples will be dealt with by us one by one.

Xi Zhao Shen was eager to try: "Then let's make a move."

The Black Emperor closed his eyes again: "Go!"

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Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed.

In these hundred years, Xu Changqing and Zhang Daoxuan had traveled through who knows how many tribes, killed gods whose specific number they could not recall, but absolutely exceeding several dozen.

Wherever they set foot, they would impart the Lingzhi Identification Method, teaching mortals how to use grass leaves to stop bleeding and roots to dispel cold.

Xu Changqing had not changed much in cultivation realm, still remaining at Comprehending the Dao, but that Hundred Herbs Record in his hand had finally met the target he had originally set.

The effects of over a hundred spiritual plants, from medicinal properties to detoxification methods, he remembered clearly and distinctly.

Zhang Daoxuan, on the other hand, comprehended as he walked; his Entering the Dao Realm had long since been cultivated to the peak, needing only an opportunity to step into the Comprehending the Dao Realm.

Not only that, the two's reputation among mortals grew ever greater.

Some tribes, upon seeing them, would actively welcome and host them, appearing quite enthusiastic.

However, a tall tree catches the wind; in these hundred years, the number of times the two were targeted by Water Gods, Mountain Gods, and demons was countless, and several times the situation was fraught with peril.

Fortunately, both their strength and luck were top-tier, so no mishap occurred.

On this day, the two had just stepped into a new tribe and were preparing to inquire whether there were any tyrannical gods nearby.

But they suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out to them.

"Junior Brother Jiang!"

"Junior Brother Zhang!"

The two turned their heads and saw a Senior Brother wearing a Gray Robe walking quickly toward them.

The other's footsteps were hurried, his expression quite anxious.

"Senior Brother Li, why are you here?"

"The Dao Ancestor is summoning all disciples!"

"What?"

"What happened?"

"It's no small matter, quickly follow me back to the Ancestral Court!"

Xu Changqing and Zhang Daoxuan exchanged a glance, asked no further questions, and followed the other away.

They traveled swiftly all the way; when they neared the Dao Men Zu Ting, both froze.

Dense crowds of heads, one layer stacking upon another, stretching for over a thousand li.

Looking out, they simply could not see the end.

At least several million people, gathered uniformly outside the Ancestral Court.

"So many people!"

Zhang Daoxuan was stunned for a long while: "Has the Dao Gate's reputation already spread this widely?"

Seeing this scene, he did not know whether to be happy or nervous.

To tell the truth, the scene before his eyes was indeed a bit... astonishing.

Xu Changqing swept his Divine Sense through the crowd, and his complexion involuntarily sank.

Gods!

Not just one God, all mixed into the crowd!

Moreover, these mortals were also not right; each and every one was pale, devoid of blood color.

Even, he still saw people from the Xi Tribe, Bi Tribe, and Bo Tribe.

The three struggled through the human tide, finally reaching the Ancestral Court on the mountain and seeing the Dao Ancestor.

At this time, Yuan Chu Dao Ancestor stood beneath the Wan Dao Tree, hands clasped behind his back.

His expression was as usual, as if merely watching a common bustle.

"Dao Ancestor."

Xu Changqing bowed in salute, unable to hold back from asking: "These people outside..."

However, the Dao Ancestor had not yet had time to answer when a tremor suddenly rose from outside.

Several million people, opened their mouths in unison.

Their voices gathered together, like a mountain flood bursting forth, like a tsunami overturning the sky.

Shaking the Wan Dao Tree's leaves rustling and trembling, shaking the earth underfoot trembling in waves.

"We request the Dao Ancestor to go to his death!"

"We request the Dao Ancestor to go to his death!!"

"We request the Dao Ancestor to go to his death!!!"