"This thing is the life force that has escaped one of them."
Li Changsheng stopped in Hou Wu, where he studied the rice with the emperor of Hou Wu.
Although the Emperor of Later Wu was just helping out most of the time and had no say in the research, he probably felt greatly honored to be able to live with the legendary immortal.
For thousands of years, the people of Jiuzhou have grown up listening to the legends of immortals. Whether in the cultivation world or in the mortal world, the deeds of immortals are circulated. People may not know his face, but they must have heard of his deeds.
When a person exists for thousands of years, he will be remembered and admired by everyone.
"Master Immortal, do we still have hope? When will the flood recede?"
"Don't worry, I'm here."
"Master Immortal, the rice has grown and will be ripe in just two months! But this rice consumes a lot of spirit stones. One medium-quality spirit stone can only support half an acre of land, and three spirit stones must be exchanged every month. After this conversion, this rice is more expensive than gold."
"Don't worry, I will solve it."
"My lord, you see, one spiritual stone can feed an acre of rice. Your ability is incredible. But I heard that some cultivators are unwilling to use spiritual stones to farm. After all, if you want to feed the whole world, you probably need a lot of spiritual stones, which will affect the cultivation of the immortals."
"Don't worry, I just need your consent."
"My lord, your life is over, but you haven't changed at all. My father was right. Winter goes and autumn comes, and the four seasons change, but you remain the same. My father also said that when the world is in trouble, we will ask you for help. Please, please...save my people. We just...just want to have a meal."
"Heaven will destroy our Great Wu, and Heaven will destroy our human race!"
The only emperor in the world who knew how to farm lowered his arms, and another person left. Li Changsheng could no longer remember which one this was.
The Emperor of Later Wu had only been with him for a year, which was not a long time even by the mortal sense of time. But the length of time had long lost its meaning to him, and he recognized the old emperor, whether it was one day, a hundred years, or even a thousand years.
Because he will not die after one day passes, he will not die after 100 years pass, and he will still exist after a thousand years.
But the old friend has left, but his voice and appearance seem to be still there yesterday.
Li Changsheng closed his eyes and said calmly: "Don't worry, I'm here."
A breeze blew in from the window, and the rice in the pot moved with the wind, gently shaking its plump grains.
There was a flood in Xiandao for 32 years.
The heavy rain came again, this time for more than nine months, and countless rivers turned into raging dragons, engulfing everything around them. Valleys turned into rivers, plains turned into oceans, and everything in the past was buried in the raging flood.
Li Changsheng waved his hand, and the rushing mountain torrents changed their course. Under his feet, countless mortals walked towards the plateau like ants, and people kept falling down along the way. At first, people still had the energy to take care of the wounded, but later they buried them hastily, and finally they didn't even look at them.
Unless a loved one falls ill, people will just ignore it with indifference.
The monks did not have much spare power, and all their magic power was used to protect the mortals from wind and rain, so that the rain would not take away their body temperature, so that the mountain torrents would not sweep them away, and so that the road under their feet would become smooth.
The remaining long journey to Tianzhou needs to be walked step by step by mortals.
Li Changsheng can take away millions of people but not tens of millions. If the entire cultivation world comes out in full force, they can take away tens of millions of people, but there will still be tens of millions of people left.
Some people suggested taking only a few million people and letting the rest fend for themselves. Even if all the people of Dawn died, as long as their monks were still in the human race, they would not perish.
Just like in the past, the human race has faced catastrophes before. Generally, when faced with such a disaster, there are great cultivators who lead a small number of people to escape. Even if there are only a few hundred thousand or even tens of thousands of people left, a prosperous era will come again after a thousand or ten thousand years.
No one would take tens of millions of people to flee, and who knows how many people would die along the way. Even if they fled to Tianzhou, it would be useless. The climate there is harsh and the soil is poor, and it is simply not enough to support so many people.
Since they are all going to die, why not let them fend for themselves? It is better to die quickly than to struggle with Tianzhou.
There is no need to fight for mortals. It is enough for them to survive as monks for several decades. It is all fate.
Since the cultivation world took over the mortal world, various opinions on abandoning mortals have emerged one after another. In recent years, it has been particularly intense, and even within the One Palace and Two Sects, there have been similar opinions. Especially when the Tianzhou migration plan came out, more than half of the Nine Provinces Yuanying were opposed.
Li Changsheng only used two sentences to convince them.
The first sentence is "I want to save the world."
The second sentence is "Who objects?"
From then on, no one objected, and the people of the world began to migrate to the Tianzhou Plateau. Perhaps many people would die in the process, perhaps less than half of the people would eventually reach the Tianzhou Plateau, perhaps they would die, be tired, and feel pain.
If they are afraid they don't have to go, no one will force them.
Li Changsheng was just giving them a glimmer of hope.
Boom!
A mountain range blocking the way to the Tianzhou Plateau was cut in half by a flash of cold light, followed by an earthquake, and the huge mountain range was slowly lifted up.
I saw a Taoist in green bathed in divine light. Under the gaze of hundreds of millions of Dawn people, he lifted the mountain with one hand, and a road leading to the sky appeared before them.
There are nine kinds of suffering in the world. I can eliminate eight of them, and the remaining one still needs to be overcome by sentient beings themselves.
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