This Dao Ancestor is too young.

Tower~

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in front of a stall.

The stall was simple, with various animal hides spread out, smelling of blood.

A middle-aged man with a hunched back sat behind the stall, looking at the young man in purple with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This young man, with such an extraordinary air about him, actually stopped in front of his filthy stall.

Quickly stand up, cup your hands in greeting, and bow!

"What does the young master need?"

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, examining the blood-stained animal hide, and slowly spoke:

"Is there any essence blood from mortal beasts left?"

The Moon Essence Body Refinement has reached its limit; it's time to search for materials and cultivate the "Transformation from Mortal to Spiritual Realm" technique.

"Of course."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately took out a large number of bottles and jars from his bag and placed them on the stall.

Extend your palm and introduce them one by one:

"Crocodile blood, bear blood, fox blood, snake blood..."

A total of seven kinds of mortal beast blood.

Zhang Yuanzhu smiled and nodded slightly.

"I'll take them all. How much?"

The middle-aged man glanced cautiously at the purple-clad youth before speaking, quoting a price that was neither too high nor too low.

"Although they are all ordinary beasts, they are not easy to find. One jar of beast blood and one spirit sand."

The boy raised his palm and tossed out a spirit stone.

"You don't need to give me the extra three spirit sands."

With a flick of his sleeve, he collected the beast blood and left the stall, leaving the middle-aged man alone, happily touching the spirit stones.

Afterwards, Zhang Yuanzhu spent another spirit stone to collect the remains of three kinds of wild beasts from other stalls.

After one trip, all ten types of mortal blood were collected.

He didn't go back immediately, but strolled in the rain, feeling the coolness of the falling rain.

Before they knew it, they had arrived at a tavern.

In an instant, a rich aroma of wine wafted over.

Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly, then stepped sideways into the tavern.

Boom~

The sounds of noise, commotion, and laughter filled the air.

The tavern was brightly lit, and monks and mortals sat around talking animatedly.

The boy's smile widened as he addressed the approaching shopkeeper:

"A pot of spirit wine, a window seat, price at your discretion."

The shopkeeper, who had just been about to refuse due to limited space, stopped himself from speaking, and smiled broadly:

"The customers arrived at just the right time; our shop happened to have a window seat."

As the words drifted by, he led the purple-clad youth up to the third floor and sat him at a table by the window.

Soon, a pot of spirit wine and a dish of broad beans were placed on the table.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat down, leaned back in his chair, relaxed and languid.

A month of arduous training followed by a slight relaxation seemed just right to him.

He picked up the wine jug, tilted his head back, and drank deeply.

The liquor is sweet, then spicy, followed by coolness, and finally transforms into warm currents flowing throughout the body.

"Fine wine! What a vibrant scene!!"

The young man laughed.

He gazed out the window at the misty drizzle and at the sparse crowds on the street, then gave up on his thoughts.

He raised the wine jug and took small sips of the wine.

Meanwhile, conversations could be heard coming from inside the tavern.

"Good riddance to those bastards from the Blood Wolf Gang. They were the ones who stole my spirit stones back then."

"Hey, I heard it was the Divine Arrest Bureau that took action, wiping them all out in one night and ending the Dragon Sacrifice. That's saving 100,000 lives."

"A memorial service is held once every ten years, and only ten thousand lives are lost each year. To be honest, that's nothing."

"This rain has been falling for half a month; I wonder when it will stop?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained unchanged.

It wasn't until he heard that the light rain had been falling for half a month that his brow furrowed slightly.

He stretched his palm out the window and gently beckoned; raindrops gathered, turning into water droplets that floated in his palm.

He lowered his gaze, observed carefully, and only after confirming that it was normal rainwater did the water droplets disperse.

Am I overthinking it?

Zhang Yuanzhu leaned back in his chair, sipping his wine and occasionally picking up a few broad beans to swallow.

Time passed by, and the night deepened.

Just as he was about to get up and leave.

Rumble~

A deafening roar came from outside the city, followed by a violent tremor that shook the taverns.

At that moment, everyone in the tavern stood up and looked towards the east of the city, their mouths agape as they stared at the towering pillar of dust.

"What...what...what is this?"

"That direction seems to be where the river embankment is."

Ignoring the various noises, Zhang Yuanzhu stood up and lightly gripped the hilt of his sword.

He had a sense of foreboding.

In the blink of an eye, the spirit stone floated out of his robes and landed on the table.

"Check, please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped out of the window and sped off towards the outskirts of the city.

Looking up, streaks of rainbow light streaked across the night sky, heading east towards the city.

What exactly happened?

Zhang Yuanzhu's thoughts.

His inner energy surged, and his speed increased rapidly, with houses and shops constantly passing by.

As the boy approached the city gate, he saw the armored soldiers slumped in front of it.

Desperate murmurs echoed in the rain.

"The dam has burst! How could it have burst?"

Boom~

A thunderclap resounded in his heart, and Zhang Yuanzhu abruptly stopped in his tracks, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

The surging rivers and towering dikes in the east of the city have created hundreds of miles of fertile land in and around the coastal city.

The dam has now burst...

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were cold and sharp as he strode forward and crossed the city gate.

What came into view was no longer jungle or rocks, but turbulent, muddy river waters and the lives of those submerged by the waves.

Monks, commoners, and wild beasts were all swept to the bottom of the water.

The surging waves gradually subsided, stopping several miles away, and then ceased their advance.

The entire world, except for Linhai City, has been transformed into a vast swamp.

Rumble~

Beneath the vast sky, thick dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and on the earth, the river flowed turbulently, with a dark, serpentine shadow appearing and disappearing.

Hoo hoo~

"The Dragon Sacrifice will be held in three days. Offerings..."

It sounded like a cow's roar, like a snake's hiss.

"Huang Jiu alone!"

The world fell silent, followed by a furious roar that shook the very fabric of space:

"Demons and bandits, die!"

A blazing flame tore through the rain curtain, falling into the water like a shooting star.

The river evaporated, the earth cracked, the mountains collapsed, and the area within a radius of ten miles turned into scorched earth.

A woman clad in golden armor, with a graceful figure, stood in the sky, her eyes filled with a fury that seemed capable of burning everything.

"The rivers flow endlessly; how can you, by your own strength, contend with them?"

A hoarse voice came from the river.

A dark, serpentine shadow emerged from elsewhere, its icy eyes sweeping over the figures outside the city:

"The floodwaters will engulf the coastal areas, and the lives of millions will be in your hands."

brush!

The snake's shadow disappeared, the dark clouds grew thicker, and a torrential downpour began.

Everyone stood silently in the rain, gazing at the scene of natural disaster.

After an unknown amount of time, a confused voice finally rang out:

"Fertile lands are destroyed, the people suffer, villages are reduced to ashes, and the deaths from a single flood amount to more than 100,000. We have fought for a month, and what have we gained?"

"Even greater casualties!"

Those were the Divine Arresters, clad in silver armor, standing motionless before the city gate.

Clang!

A sword rang out, echoing through the sky and startling everyone awake.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was cold and stern, his gaze sharp as a sword as he swept over the group of cultivators.

"No matter how great the casualties, it cannot change the fact that the path we have taken is correct. The Divine Constable Sect is not wrong, nor is Constable Huang."

Firm and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.