Chapter 130 Taiqing Wandering Among The Human Clan
"Truly unbelievable! This human actually died from exhaustion of lifespan!"
Taiqing Daoist, with his vast experience and profound knowledge since his debut, had never before witnessed a human die from exhaustion of lifespan.
"Child, don't cry. Look, your grandfather is alright, isn't he?" Taiqing Daoist stepped forward and said to the child.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the human elder, who had been dead for some time, regained his vitality, opened his eyes, and got up from the ground.
At Taiqing Daoist's level, a single thought could cause all living beings to wither and revive; life and death were merely a thought away, and bringing the dead back to life was nothing more than a fleeting thought.
"Thank you so much, old immortal, for saving my life!"
After being resurrected, the old man was momentarily confused, then seemed to remember something and hurriedly thanked Taiqing Daoist, but Taiqing Daoist was nowhere to be seen; he had long since disappeared.
"These humans are quite interesting; perhaps I should take a look!" In mid-air, Daoist Taiqing made a decision and headed towards the nearest human tribe.
This closest tribe, named Changju, had hundreds of thousands of inhabitants. It wasn't a tribe that migrated from their ancestral homeland, but rather one founded by members of the human race who had lived elsewhere.
During the chaos caused by the ferocious beasts, Emperor Sui had decreed that all human immortals must go out and kill a ferocious beast of the same realm before returning to their tribe. Those who failed were forbidden from returning to their ancestral homeland.
Some tribesmen, accustomed to a peaceful life, dared not fight the beasts and instead found a secluded place to hide, hoping to survive the chaos.
Some were unlucky enough to be found and devoured by the beasts, while others were fortunate enough to survive the chaos.
They knew that even if they returned to their tribe, their people would not accept them. Therefore, they settled down in their hiding places, living their own quiet lives.
This is how the name Changju came about.
Even with Taiqing Daoren's deliberate slowing, he arrived in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
The next moment, the scene within the Changju tribe came into view, causing him to frown and show displeasure. The tribe's inhabitants behaved with extreme barbarity. Except for a few, most were tattooed and naked, and bullying the weak and the young was commonplace. The elderly, weak, sick, and disabled lay abandoned by the roadside, left to fend for themselves. Some were even left to rot in the open, without any regard for consequences.
If it weren't for the fact that these people knew how to make fire and eat cooked meat, thus escaping the state of eating raw meat and drinking blood, they would be no different from humans in the primitive age.
Indeed, the founders of the Changju tribe were all lazy and idle; how could they possibly manage a tribe?
In their ancestral land, besides learning how to make fire, they had only a superficial understanding of etiquette, morality, and management systems.
Moreover, even if they knew all this, given their lazy nature, they had no time to entrust it to the tribe.
Thus, after only a century of existence, they began to indulge in their own pleasures, leaving the tribe to fend for itself, showing indifference. As a result, the tribe's civilization naturally regressed, and it probably wouldn't be long before it degenerated into a primitive state.
After frowning and observing for a while, the Taoist Taiqing finally turned and left, heading to the next human settlement.
The Rootless Tribe was also founded by people who had escaped the chaos of the ferocious beasts. However, unlike the founders of the Long-Stayed Tribe, the founders of the Rootless Tribe always longed for the ancestral land of humanity and constantly yearned to return.
Therefore, they were exceptionally devoted to the tribe, working tirelessly for its sake, intending to develop the Rootless Tribe and, in an attempt, return to their ancestral land.
Through their vigorous development, the civilization of the Rootless Tribe was clearly a notch above that of the Long-Stayed Tribe.
The people here have developed a sense of shame; they all wear clothes to cover their bodies, and their behavior is no longer absurd or abusive.
"What a huge difference between these two human races!"
Seeing the situation in the Rootless Tribe, the Taoist Taiqing revealed a thoughtful look and continued towards the next tribe.
The Fish Tail Tribe, due to its proximity to the Elephant Mountain Tribe, has taken another step forward in its tribal civilization, developing a rudimentary concept of hierarchy.
The Elephant Mountain Tribe, a tribe that moved from the ancestral lands of humanity, undoubtedly possesses an even higher level of civilization, already having a hierarchical division. ...
Having traversed tribe after tribe, the Taiqing Daoist witnessed the evolution of civilization from its lowest to its highest level, from chaos to order. A myriad of thoughts surfaced in his mind, yet he couldn't grasp them, leaving him deeply frustrated.
The Shouyang tribe, one of the three major tribes under Yicheng's jurisdiction, was also a top-tier tribe of the human race, possessing the highest level of human civilization.
Arriving here, the Taiqing Daoist saw the elderly cared for, the young nurtured, and weddings and funerals performed with proper order—a scene of flourishing prosperity.
Here, the Taiqing Daoist saw the beauty of etiquette and the light of civilization.
"Haha!"
"This humble Daoist has understood! My Dao is complete!"
In a daze, he seemed to grasp something, his frustration vanished, and a vast, ethereal Daoist aura emanated from him, permeating all directions. A terrifying aura erupted, shaking the primordial world.
Boundless purple energy appeared, blotting out the sun and sky.
Along his journey, the Taoist Taiqing had accumulated countless insights, which finally erupted in the Shouyang tribe, transforming into a dazzling light of civilization that illuminated his path and led him to the opportunity to become a saint.
At this moment, in the Shouyang Mountain region, at the location of the new human city of Yi,
Yi Angshi, who was cultivating in the city lord's mansion, suddenly felt his heart clench. An indescribable feeling surged within him, forcing him to raise his head.
"Hiss! That is, that is…" Yi Angshi's mouth dropped open as he looked into the distance, his face filled with disbelief, speechless with astonishment.
Ahead, endless wondrous phenomena filled the air: the Nine-Flower Tree with its canopy, the Qilin dancing on tiptoe, the Phoenix flapping its wings and singing, and purple qi rising from the east for thirty thousand miles, dyeing the entire sky purple—a scene of utmost nobility.
"This is…"
"The wondrous phenomena of a saint's journey!"
After a long while, Yi Angshi finally exclaimed excitedly.
"Someone, come here!"
"Open the city gates immediately! Come with me to welcome the Sage!"
Suddenly standing up, Yi Ang shouted as he ran outside.
"Wait! The Sage's arrival is such a momentous event; I must inform the clan leader."
Thinking this, Yi Ang took out the Great Dao Divine Diagram and, relying on its connection to the Chaos Pearl, informed Feng Zichen of the matter.
"A Sage?"
"Is this the emergence of all the Sages of the Primordial World?"
Receiving the message from Yi Ang, coupled with the aura that had recently shaken the Primordial World, Feng Zichen immediately understood what had happened.
"Taoist Taiqing is about to become a Sage!"
(End of Chapter)