82: Chapter 82 The Eastern Wilderness Shakes, Ten Thousand Sects Pay Homage

"Hurry! Everyone, hurry up! Start all flying boats, target, Taixuan Sect!"

"Bring out all the best Spirit Stones from the treasury, we are going to pay homage to the Dao Ancestor!"

"Notify all Disciples, drop everything you are doing, and depart immediately!"

Within a mere hour after the Demon Lord was erased, the entire Eastern Wasteland, every surviving Sect, Family, and Holy Land, had all sprung into action.

The news seemed to have grown wings, spreading across every inch of land at an unprecedented speed.

Annihilating the Demon Lord with a single word!

The Dao Ancestor is at Taixuan Sect!

These two pieces of news were like two bombshells, exploding in everyone's hearts.

Thus, the most spectacular scene in the history of Eastern Wasteland Cultivation appeared.

Countless flying boats, spirit birds, and Magic Treasures, like crucian carp crossing a river, rose into the sky from all directions, blocking out the sun and forming torrents of steel that converged in the same direction—Taixuan Sect.

In the sky, there was even a serious "aerial traffic jam."

A massive storied boat from a Northern Territory Holy Land accidentally scraped against the mount of a Demon King from the Southern Mountains, but instead of getting angry, the owners of both parties cupped their hands from afar and greeted each other politely.

"Fellow Daoist, are you also going to pay homage to the Dao Ancestor?"

"Indeed, indeed! Let us go together, let us go together!"

Everyone's faces bore a kind of ecstatic joy of having survived a disaster, mixed with the excitement and piety of someone about to meet a deity.

The mountain gate of Taixuan Sect had never been so lively.

The usually quiet area outside the mountain gate was now packed so tightly that not even a drop of water could get through.

The various big shots who could usually shake their regions just by stamping their feet were now acting like shy little brides, obediently queuing up, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Even the old yellow dog responsible for guarding the Taixuan Sect gate had become a hot commodity.

"Fellow Daoist, this is a Nine-Turn Beast Origin Pill, a specialty of my Sect. Let Brother Dog have a taste."

"Fellow Daoist, this is ten-thousand-year stalactite milk. Give it to Brother Dog to nourish its body."

The old yellow dog was fed until its belly was round by the various big shots; it lay on the ground humming, its dog life reaching its Peak.

The Disciples of Taixuan Sect felt as if they were living in a dream.

They straightened their backs, enjoying the envious and awe-struck gazes coming from all directions, an unprecedented sense of pride welling up within them.

"Did you see that? That is our Taixuan Sect's Dao Ancestor!"

"The Dao Ancestor prefers to keep to himself; he just likes to plant flowers and raise grass on Changge Peak, Return to Simplicity."

"Let me tell you, I saw the Dao Ancestor from afar last time. That temperament, tsk tsk, he was just like an exiled immortal from the heavens!"

The Disciples were frantically bragging about Su Changge's "daily life," every word drawing gasps of amazement from the surrounding big shots.

Meanwhile, the "Dao Ancestor" they were praising to the heavens was currently lying on his small wooden bed, his stomach rumbling with hunger.

He had finished his Bigu Pills yesterday.

He had originally planned to go to the Sect's cafeteria for a meal today, but now, with people everywhere outside, how could he dare to go down the mountain?

"So hungry..."

Su Changge rubbed his stomach listlessly, feeling as though he was about to become the first "Dao Ancestor" in history to starve to death.

The atmosphere at the foot of the mountain, however, was becoming increasingly heated.

The masters of the various Holy Lands were nearly fighting at the mountain gate to compete for the qualification to be the "first to meet the Dao Ancestor."

"I am the master of the Tianyan Holy Land; I should be the one to go up first!"

"Bullshit! My Yaoguang Holy Land is the closest; we came first!"

"Stop arguing! Although my Demon Flame Sect belongs to the Demonic Path, my reverence for the Dao Ancestor is no less than yours!"

Seeing that a brawl was about to break out, Sect Master Qin Wudao had to step forward personally to maintain order.

He cleared his throat, channeled his Qi, and his voice spread throughout the entire mountain range.

"Fellow Daoists, please be quiet!"

"The Dao Ancestor prefers quiet and dislikes noise!"

Once these words were spoken, the previously noisy Taixuan Sect, both inside and out, instantly became silent.

Everyone immediately became as silent as cicadas in late autumn, holding their breath, even consciously lowering their heart rates for fear that the slightest sound they made would disturb the existence on the mountaintop.

The whole world seemed to have been pressed on the mute button.

Su Changge, who was dizzy with hunger inside the room, was stunned when he heard the sudden silence outside.

"Huh? Did they leave?"

He felt a surge of joy, thinking that this group of people had finally given up.

Great! Finally, I can sneak down the mountain to find something to eat!

He climbed off the bed on tiptoes, quietly walked to the wooden door, opened a small crack, and wanted to peek out to see the situation.

However, he did not know.

At the very moment he pushed the door open a crack.

Down the mountain, in that dense crowd, at least tens of thousands of eyes were staring fixedly, without blinking, at the small wooden house on the top of Changge Peak.

His action of pushing the door open fell clearly into everyone's eyes.