Priest Hua's Dao was the Dao of evolvement, the Dao of change, and the Dao of creation.
All in all, Priest Hua's Dao was the sum of all Daos in Pan Gu world, except for the immutable objects. It was all-inclusive, and was the fundamental Dao of Pan Gu world's development and evolution.
With Priest Hua's fruit of Dao, Ji Hao fell into a strange, half-asleep, half-awake state. In his spiritual space, the embryo of Dao of evolvement was shining brightly like an eternal moon, transforming into an ice mirror that illuminated the space. All of Ji Hao's thoughts were gathered in this ice mirror. He was studying, thinking, and analyzing. Most of his life-force was absorbed into this ice mirror.
Only Ji Hao, with his ridiculously strong physical body, was able to control the nine dragons chariot and travel through the space with the power of the golden bridge.
He had no feelings, no feelings, no emotions. Ji Hao was like a puppet, moving like a walking corpse.
On the surging, turbid river, ninety-nine enormous spirit creatures transformed from white dragons locked the river water with enormous chains, stopping the flood-control army of the humankind. Ji Hao drove the nine dragons chariot down from the sky. The ninety-nine white dragons raised sky-devouring waves and launched a joint attack.
Ji Hao's heart was as calm as an ice mirror. Every single move made by those white dragons was under his control. Like a gust of wind, he flashed across the white dragons' swords, swords, swords, and spears, then punched on their lower abdomens, shattering their inner Dans. Ninety-nine white dragons showed their original shapes, howled towards the sky, and were captured by the flood-control army.
On the boundless lake, thousands of serpents had been raising waves. Led by over ten descendants of Xiang Liu, they devoured human beings who had been controlling the flood-water.
Ji Hao drove the nine dragons chariot to help from afar. Within a second, he cast thousands of different magics. Every serpent and every Xiang Liu was hit by a different magic, and their souls perished within a moment, leaving only their enormous bodies as food for the flood-control army.
On top of the towering mountain, under Gong Gong's order, a large group of spirit creatures built a city that extended for tens of thousands of miles. With the mountainous terrain, the city blocked tens of great rivers, firmly stopping the flood-control army from moving even an inch forward.
Once again, Ji Hao rushed over after receiving the message. Standing in the air, Ji Hao clenched his fingers and grabbed the entire mountain range up. Within a blink of an eye, the mountain range was turned into a tiny grain of sand, flashing across his palm and disappearing. Hundreds of millions of spirit creatures were devoured by the cauldron, along with the mountain range. All spirit creatures perished in the cauldron, and no one managed to escape.
Rushing about, killing, slaughtering. Their hands were covered in blood, and wailing could be heard everywhere. In the vast Midland, flood-control troops were crying for help from everywhere. Day and night, Ji Hao had been rushing all over the place. He didn't even have time to eat or rest. Wherever he reached, he could only kill, crazily, mercilessly.
Time passed day by day like flowing water. In the blink of an eye, several years had passed.
Ji Hao had been rushing back and forth in Midland, slaughtering countless spirit creatures and rescuing countless human beings. In the eyes of spirit creatures, he was already the scariest devil in the world, and in the hearts of human beings, he was like a parent to them, just like Si Wen Ming.
The flood-control troops under Si Wen Ming's command had already dredged ninety-nine percent of the rivers in Midland. Once the last few, the most important water channels were connected, the 'All Streams to the Final Land' great formation would be completed.
All flood in Midland would sink into the bottomless Final Land, and would never be able to save human beings. The endless watery mist from the other worlds would be drawn into the Final Land by the great formation as well, and the watery mist from the other four wastelands would be drawn into the Final Land as well. Naturally, the flood in the four wastelands would calm down gradually.
Not only that, when the watery mist gathered towards Midland, the other four wastelands would move to Midland like giant ships on a boundless ocean. Before long, the five most important continents of Pan Gu world would merge into one!
This day, Ji Hao drove the nine dragons chariot swiftly across the sky. Abruptly, Si Wen Ming's shout could be heard from down below.
"Ji Hao, long time no see. Come down and have a cup of water! Haha, only nine water channels are left. We have to do our best in the flood-control mission. "
Standing on the chariot, Ji Hao's face was completely expressionless. Hearing this, the ice mirror in his spiritual space silently dispersed, and countless thoughts emerged from the deepest part of his primordial spirit.
Deep inside his body, which was as cold and stiff as a ten-thousand-year-old dead tree, a thriving life-force was generated. Ji Hao rolled his eyeballs, then shook his head and pressed the button on the chariot. Wielding his broad sleeve, the chariot disappeared. Treading on a fiery cloud, Ji Hao looked down.
Swoosh! Man Man, Shaosi and the others, who had been following Ji Hao for years, fighting for years, and whose hands were also stained with the blood of countless water-kind spirit creatures, gasped loudly simultaneously.
They glanced at each other. Gradually, their numb and stiff faces thawed. Their lifeless eyes were now filled with a trace of vitality.
Clang! A Jia Clan battle king standing behind Ji Hao loosened his grip. The heavy sword held in his hand fell from the sky and thudded heavily on the ground. This powerful Jia Clan battle king's ten fingers twitched. He raised his head, looked at the sky, and murmured, "Now, what time is it? These years … I'm so tired from killing! "
"Ah, I'm hungry. I want to eat, I want to sleep!" Man Man dropped her pair of hammers, fell on her back on the fiery cloud, and fell asleep without saying a word.
"Indeed, I'm a bit tired." Shaosi smilingly sat beside Man Man, with her eyelids slightly closed. She tried her best not to fall asleep. Her eyes were still fixed on Ji Hao. Her numb, stiff and tired eyes were filled with warmth.
Ji Hao wielded his broad sleeve and released a gentle life-force, gently nourishing his companions, who had been working hard for years. Then, he carried them on a fiery cloud and slowly landed on the ground.
On a gently sloping hillside, countless skinny human warriors with ragged clothes had been sitting on the ground, resting. Around them, there were many other women who were also skinny and out of shape. They were burning bonfires and boiling hot soup in broken pots.
Si Wen Ming chuckled and walked towards Ji Hao with big steps. His upper body was naked, and his lower body was wrapped in a piece of ragged leather. Except for his hair, every single hair on his body was soaked in the water, and his skin was as pale as a dead fish.
"Uncle!" Ji Hao gasped quickly. Even with his strong body, he still felt that his throat was filled with a handful of sand. He tried for quite a while, but failed to squeeze out even a single drop of saliva to moisten his throat.
Once he called Si Wen Ming 'uncle', Ji Hao let out a series of cracking noise from his throat, and couldn't say another word.
"Ji Hao! You must be tired these years, aren't you? " Si Wen Ming grinningly walked to Ji Hao. His footsteps were unstable, but even as a Divine Magus, he nearly tripped. Fortunately, Ji Hao held him up.
They gave each other a big hug, then Ji Hao smilingly looked at Si Wen Ming, shook his head, and said, "Fortunately … I'm still alive!"
Si Wen Ming nodded heavily and said, "Good!"
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