I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 648 648: The Dao Ancestor Manifested!
Previously on I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors?...
"Lord Black Dragon God has fallen!"
"Lord Black Dragon God has fallen!"
"..."
The flood dragons soaring above witnessed the Black Dragon God's downfall, and they wailed like tormented spirits, fleeing chaotically in every direction.
The people from the Sky Fire Tribe stared at the events playing out in front of them, rooted in place like lifeless carvings, utterly refusing to accept the sight they'd just beheld.
Could a demon god truly be subdued with such ease?
Are we trapped in some illusion, or has the world gone utterly mad?
This very idea flashed through the thoughts of every person there.
The Grand Priest and Clan Chief snapped back to reality first. They exchanged a look, spotting profound astonishment mirrored in one another's eyes.
"Pinch me!"
Uttering those words together, the pair erupted into hearty guffaws right away.
"Hahaha..."
"Heaven hasn't abandoned our Sky Fire Tribe! If a Dragon God fails to crush us, then I declare—with the Three Ancestors staying hidden, who in this realm could possibly wipe out our Sky Fire Tribe!"
The Clan Chief bellowed in thrill, and the nearby tribesfolk dove into the celebration alongside him.
"Heaven hasn't abandoned our Sky Fire Tribe!"
"Heaven hasn't abandoned our Sky Fire Tribe!"
"..."
In the midst of these exclamations filled with awe and delight, a single voice rang out clearly!
"Father, Father, A Yan's words were spot on. His master can indeed safeguard our Sky Fire Tribe!"
This outburst drew numerous eyes toward its source. All they saw was the father of the Young Clan Chief dashing over barefoot to the formally dressed Clan Chief, showing zero poise.
On a typical day, the Clan Chief might have smacked his worthless firstborn. Yet today felt special; he was eager to catch whatever bombshell his eldest son might drop next.
"Oh, spill the details."
The Clan Chief replied, grinning.
"Father, here's what went down..."
Jiang's father recounted how Jiang Yan had set up his master's statue in their household and directed them to prostrate three times and kowtow nine times if the Sky Fire Tribe ever teetered on the brink of annihilation, seeking his master's aid.
He hadn't rushed out sooner since he'd been at home honoring that revered figure. Little did he anticipate that the entity would actually appear.
"Is this for real!"
The Clan Chief and Grand Priest exclaimed, faces full of disbelief.
Jiang's father quickly added, "Father, Grand Priest, how could your son ever lie to you two."
"Hurry, lead us to venerate that statue at once."
Though they hadn't gotten a clear view of the mighty being's features before, that imposing form had etched itself into their memories, impossible to erase. Spotting the statue now would let them identify it for sure.
"Alright."
Jiang's father had been itching to shift that revered statue to the Sky Fire Tribe's central ancestral hall, and this moment seemed ideal.
Lord Fire God was gone, leaving the Sky Fire Tribe without a genuine deity to revere. But now, an entity surpassing even the Black Dragon God had emerged; they couldn't let this chance slip. The deceased Fire God required no further devotion.
Soon enough, Jiang's father guided a bunch of clan elders to his family's ancestral hall.
The moment they laid eyes on the statue, all those gathered dropped to their knees. Jiang's father didn't even need to prompt them.
The Grand Priest intoned with deep piety, "We thank you, Martial God, for your aid."
Jiang's father interjected swiftly, "Grand Priest, Yan'er mentioned his master isn't a Martial God, but something far superior. I believe it's the Dao Ancestor."
Hiss...
At those words, every person there drew in a sharp, instinctive gasp.
All directed gazes of utmost reverence at the statue. Meanwhile, they all felt a twinge of envy for Jiang's father—despite his average talents, he'd secured his standing in the clan via his son.
One had to admit, raising a child in these times took real finesse.
"Based on Yan'er's account, his master rivals the Three Ancestors in might. Only such a being could effortlessly overpower the Black Dragon God via just a statue."
The Clan Chief swiftly pinpointed the essence.
"Exactly."
The Grand Priest agreed, "Let's transport the Black Dragon God's corpse now to offer as sacrifice to this Dao Ancestor."
"No."
Jiang's father cut in on the Grand Priest.
Back then, such an interruption from Jiang's father would've drawn furious scolding from the clan elders. But at present, they all observed him silently, curious about any superior idea he might suggest.
The Grand Priest inquired, "What's your proposal?"
"To the Grand Priest, Clan Chief, and fellow elders: in the past, to uphold Lord Fire God's honor, we left his statue untouched in the sacrificial hall. With the Fire God's statue now shattered and the god himself fallen, we ought to honor this Dao Ancestor with the utmost rites. Anything less wouldn't suffice to express our gratitude for his intervention."
Jiang's father laid out his case logically, earning fresh respect from those around.
Even the Clan Chief shot him a thumbs-up. "You've matured. As your dad, I'm truly pleased. You and the Grand Priest will lead the statue-moving ritual. I'll gather folks to haul the Black Dragon God back to the sacrificial hall and present it to that lord."
"Excellent!"
The Grand Priest sealed the plan.
These events unfolded vividly in the Heaven-Viewing Mirror. Jiang Yan observed his grandfather directing the group to dedicate the Black Dragon God to his master, and he exhaled a deep breath of relief.
Chu Yan remarked with awe, "Father's power is overwhelming. He didn't even need to act personally against a Dragon God—a mere intention subdued it. I truly wish to witness Master clashing with the Three Ancestors."
Ji Jiuwu grinned at that and ribbed him, "Chatting about Master like this behind his back—you're not worried he'll uphold justice by disciplining his own?"
Chu Yan shot back, exasperated, "Senior Brother, that's not how 'upholding justice by disciplining one's own' works."
Meanwhile, Chu Feng, sprawled in the main hall flipping through a comic, abruptly caught a fervent voice echoing in his thoughts.
"Great Dao Ancestor, we stand as your devoted followers. We thank you for quelling the Black Dragon God. Here's the tribute we offer you."
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A stack of massive question marks popped up in Chu Feng's head. Since when had he turned into someone's idol?
He scanned with his divine sense, and shortly, visions of folks tirelessly paying homage to him filled his mindscape.
Gazing down at these individuals, he soon recognized them as the Sky Fire Tribe members tied to A Yan. In the sacrificial hall sat a Saint Realm black dragon—that appeared to be their gift, the black dragon itself.
Yet how had these people managed to bring down this black dragon? Chu Feng directed his divine sense to his statue and noted they'd activated one instance of its infused power.
He hadn't anticipated their ingenuity. He'd taken down the black dragon, and rather than claim it, they'd promptly dedicated it to him.
As this came from their earnest intent, he'd take it.
With one flick of thought from Chu Feng, the black dragon vanished from the hall in an instant.
The Grand Priest and the rest witnessed this and cried out with zealous fervor, "The Dao Ancestor has appeared! The Dao Ancestor has appeared!"
Chu Feng tuned into their jubilant shouts and felt an urge to chuckle. Given their thoughtfulness, he'd bestow some rewards. A surge of his divine intent sent a ray of light cascading onto the statue, replenishing the power it'd expended before.
At this sight, all those present prostrated before the statue, lingering there for quite some time before retreating.
Chu Feng eyed the black dragon's corpse in front of him. With a light sweep of his hand, he extracted the Demon God Core from its dantian. He could plainly detect nine Dao resonances within this Demon God Core. Swallowing and refining it outright would boost him by nine Dao resonances. Yet turning it into pills for his disciples to ingest could yield ninety Dao resonances.
Still, none of his disciples had reached Saint level yet, so he'd have to craft this Dragon God Core into Great Dao Pills.
With that in mind, Chu Feng called out, "Everyone, head to the main hall right away."
Before long, Ji Jiuwu and the other disciples gathered in the main hall. They all saluted Chu Feng and intoned respectfully, "We pay respects to Master."
"Skip the formalities."
Chu Feng gestured to the black dragon's body on the floor. "Half of this black dragon stays here. A Yan claims half of the leftover half, and you all split the rest evenly."
"Thank you, Master."
They chorused together. No one questioned Master's allocation. After all, the Sky Fire Tribe had gifted this Black Dragon God to Master, so A Yan getting a quarter made perfect sense.
"I'll retreat into seclusion to craft pills these next few days. Unless it's urgent, don't interrupt me."
Chu Feng had barely finished when Jiang Yan piped up, "Master, may your disciple watch you refine the pills?"
"Sure, come along."
With that, Chu Feng guided Jiang Yan as they headed to the alchemy room in the Dao-Seeking Sect...
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