Chapter 1332: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1332: The Past Cannot Be Changed!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

A sound like mountains roaring and seas surging crashed over them in wave after wave, shaking every Dao Gate disciple's eardrums until they rang.

Xu Zhangqing and Zhang Daoxuan both changed color.

They had thought this black mass of people outside had come for the name of the Dao Gate, for the Dao Ancestor's Dao, for the fruits of the Dao Gate's years of doing good and accumulating virtue.

But now, what these people shouted from their mouths was that the Dao Ancestor must die!

Xu Zhangqing shouted fiercely: "Without the Dao Ancestor, the Human Race will only be raised like livestock by Gods and Demons!"

Zhang Daoxuan also roared out: "Without the Dao Gate, where is your path to survival today!"

The two of them sounded like a stone thrown into the tide.

But it was too small.

So small it was like a drop of water falling into the Eight Hundred Li Bi Bo Hu.

Not even a ripple rose before it was swallowed by the sound waves behind.

The people outside were too dense.

Several million people speaking at once—this volume was no longer human voices, but Heaven and Earth speaking, the whole mountain trembling along with them.

Xu Zhangqing waved his hand, a layer of blue water light unfolding from his palm, spreading along the ground of the Ancestral Court in all directions, and in the blink of an eye covered the entire Dao Gate.

Facing this situation, he no longer cared about consuming magic power.

The sound waves outside were isolated, the humming aftershocks still rolling beneath the ground, but at least their ears were quiet.

Zhang Daoxuan turned around and asked urgently: "What is going on?"

The Senior Brother Li who brought them back stepped forward and replied: "Starting from half a month ago, people have been gathering near the Ancestral Court in dribs and drabs.

At first, we also thought they were followers of the Dao Gate.

But later we discovered that what these people chanted with their mouths and thought in their hearts was... was that the Dao Ancestor must go to his death!"

Zhang Daoxuan flew into a rage: "They dare!"

Xu Zhangqing shook his head, his gaze passing through the water curtain to fall on the endless sea of people outside: "Several million mortals, dragging their families and coming here, neither engaging in production nor cooking meals—is that normal?

This is not spontaneous, this is coercion!"

Zhang Daoxuan pressed: "Who is coercing them?"

"Besides Gods, who else could it be."

Xu Zhangqing glanced at him: "In this hundred years of ours, how many Gods have we killed?

Not to mention, the Dao Gate has three thousand disciples.

The Gods we killed added up to not several dozen, but several hundred.

Gods stand high above, only allowing mortals to kowtow.

They have endured for so many years; it is time for them to counterattack."

Zhang Daoxuan clenched his hands: "But that cannot... the Dao Ancestor cannot die!"

His words had just fallen when the air outside the Ancestral Court suddenly changed flavor.

A wisp of extremely thick water vapor spread out, cold and heavy.

Immediately after, a dark river seeped out from beneath the ground.

The Dao Gate disciples all looked up.

Only to see in the distance, a murky yellow giant wave rising up.

Then, another ink-green wave surged over from another direction.

Then golden water vapor, pale water mist, blue-black like iron water walls, one after another surrounding from all directions, sealing off this Fang Tian Di.

The voice of the God of the Stinking Swamp came from within the ink-green water waves: "Dao Ancestor, if you do not die, then these several million mortals will die!"

The voice of the God of the Flame Spring followed closely: "You claim to care for all under Heaven?

Now using your one life to exchange for the lives of several million mortals—is that not worth it?"

The voice of the God of the Cold Abyss was even more bone-chilling: "If you do not die, then they will die!"

"Please, Dao Ancestor, go to your death!"

Immediately after, the voices of several million mortals rang out once more.

Because they were wrapped in the divine power of the Gods, this time even Xu Zhangqing's restriction could not hold.

The entire Wan Dao Tree trembled, its leaves falling like rain.

Xu Zhangqing furrowed his brow.

Zhang Daoxuan's complexion was even more unsightly to the extreme.

They had killed Gods for over a hundred years, but had never seen such a scene.

Right now, at least seven great water-system Gods were taking action.

Not to mention, there were also many Gods hiding.

These fellows were extremely despicable, actually using the lives of several million people to set up a trap!

At this moment, the Dao Gate was in utter chaos.

Some cursed.

Some shouted.

Some turned pale.

Someone was speechless.

But no one retreated.

Every single one of them crowded in front of the Dao Ancestor.

Everyone knew that the Dao Ancestor was the root of the Dao Gate.

Without the root, the tree dies.

At the same time, everyone's gaze gathered on him.

The Primordial Dao Ancestor stood with his hands behind his back, his snow-white hair fluttering in the wind.

He looked at the sea of people outside, at the surging water light in the distance, and at the gods hidden in the crowd.

His face at this moment showed no anger, no sorrow.

Then, the Primordial Dao Ancestor took a step forward, then another step after another.

Those blocking the way were pushed aside one by one by a gentle force.

Thus, everyone watched with wide eyes as the Primordial Dao Ancestor walked to the very front of the crowd.

"Dao Ancestor!"

"Dao Ancestor!!"

"Dao Ancestor!!!"

Facing the calls of the crowd, the Primordial Dao Ancestor raised his right hand, and everyone fell silent instantly; he smiled slightly: "If my death can exchange for the future of the human race, then it is worth it!"

His voice was unaffected by Wai Jie, falling into every person's ears.

Xu Zhangqing's heart sank upon hearing this, and he blurted out: "No!"

In Zhang Daoxuan's eyes was revealed his indifference toward mortals of Wai Jie: "Are the lives of these several million mortals lives, but your life is not?"

The Primordial Dao Ancestor looked back at them, his gaze so calm.

His eyes held neither the tragedy of dying generously nor the sorrow of being betrayed.

Xu Zhangqing was stunned for a moment.

Zhang Daoxuan was also stunned.

The voices of several million people outside were still there, and the Water Wall of the seven Water Gods was still there.

The Dao Ancestor clearly stood there, yet seemed to stand in another world.

"You are..."

Xu Zhangqing was a bit uncertain.

The Primordial Dao Ancestor first looked at Xu Zhangqing, then at Zhang Daoxuan, then swept over all members of the Dao Gate: "The Dao Gate has never lacked a Dao Ancestor."

"What is lacking are people who dare to say no to the gods!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Xu Zhangqing was stunned.

He understood.

He himself was standing at a critical stage of history.

It was today.

It was now.

It was this moment.

Suddenly, a mocking voice came from outside.

"Dao Ancestor, you are too naive!"

The voice of the God of Xini carried undisguised mockery: "Once you die, the Dao Gate will scatter."

"A mere few thousand cultivators, thinking they can stir up any waves?"

In response, the God of Yanquan deeply agreed: "You are right; in our eyes, you people are nothing but a group of insects!"

The God of Hanyuan said coldly: "Actually, you are the root of this disaster!"

"Please, Dao Ancestor, go to your death!"

The next second, the voices of several million people sounded again.

Their voices were mixed with water vapor and divine power, striking the Dao Gate's restrictions again and again.

The leaves of the Wan Dao Tree had fallen until they could only cover half.

Some disciples cried out.

Some disciples drew their swords.

Some disciples knelt down.

In response, the Primordial Dao Ancestor said with regret: "Pity, I have long since transcended life and death."

The God of Xini demanded: "What do you mean?"

The Primordial Dao Ancestor smiled: "I have entered the Unity Realm, from now on transcending life and death."

"The flesh body is not destroyed."

"Consciousness is not extinguished."

"The divine soul exists forever."

"If you want my life, you must find another way."

The voice of the God of Hanyuan sank further: "What way?"

The Dao Ancestor said calmly: "I will scatter my Dao and dissolve my art, falling into eternal sleep."

"As for this flesh body, from now on dispose of it as you wish!"

"This way... can it exchange for the lives of several million mortals?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the seven Water Gods all fell silent.

Those surging, unsteady Water Walls seemed nailed in mid-air.

They exchanged a glance, yet neither spoke.

At this time, the Black Emperor's voice resounded simultaneously in the Seven Gods' ears: "Very well, do as the Primordial Dao Ancestor said.

Wait until he performs the San Dao Jie Fa, then bring his Flesh Body to the Gui Xu Zhi Yan.

When the time comes, I will personally suppress him.

Let him never awaken for all eternity!"