Chapter 1586: Dao Ancestor

The door to the Heavens opened, only to be gently caressed by a muddy clay palm, and then forced shut again!

What kind of immense power was this? Everyone was petrified, profoundly shaken.

That was the supreme, exalted Land of the Heavens. An ancient gate had opened, and a chariot had driven out. Yet, Patriarch Meng directly wiped away half of the chariot's body and closed the door.

Everyone was speechless, from Immortal Kings to ordinary cultivators; all were somewhat stunned, standing like clay and wooden statues.

Everyone said the Heavens were unattainable, yet someone was so indifferent, not particularly fond of such a portal.

At this moment, Jiudaoyi's heart surged. He let out a low growl, feeling his blood boil. Like a lonely wanderer drifting afar, who had faced life and death alone for many years, he now saw a family member, a pillar of support. His old eyes welled up, almost shedding tears.

So many years had passed, and he actually saw the patriarch of his lineage!

"Patriarch!" he couldn't help but shout again.

The Dog Emperor's eyes also widened in astonishment, amazed that the great sage surnamed Meng was the founder of an evolution system, and awed by his terrifying seniority.

It stepped forward, as calling him "Old Ancestor" was naturally not excessive.

A creature like it had lived for more than one epoch, always disdaining others as juniors. Now, it was its turn to humble itself.

"Ahem!" The Dog Emperor coughed, glancing askance at the old human skin next to him, and said, "Old Ninth, I truly didn't expect you to become a grandson!"

The Dog Emperor's mouth had never been well-liked. Even in this situation, it still had the leisure to mock someone.

Jiudaoyi wanted to strangle it. This fellow's mouth had no filter and truly needed to be taught a lesson!

Not far away, Chu Feng's gaze was strange. Jiudaoyi had even become a grand-disciple?

The actual situation did seem similar. With the emergence of an ancestral-level being of a major system, the old human skin from the First Mountain would immediately become a junior.

The world trembled, and the Yang Realm roared.

In fact, the source of all heavens was fluctuating, and all Grand Dao were reviving, all stemming from this old man's emergence. After the Dao patterns on his body appeared, they caused all realms to resonate and reverberate.

Crack!

The Heavens cracked open again. Clearly, the matter was not over; the beings above were determined to open that mysterious portal.

However, this time no chariot descended rashly, seemingly with apprehension, fearing being ground down by half again.

"Who dares to be so disrespectful, to destroy a Celestial Chariot of the Heavens like this!" someone emitted a cold voice. It was a young man with purple hair cascading over his chest and back, somewhat defiant and extremely displeased.

However, his words abruptly ceased, disappearing in an instant.

A person appeared beside him, grabbed him, and directly threw him out, causing him to vanish instantly.

Clearly, the newly appeared cultivator was trying to protect him, fearing he might offend an unfathomable expert from the lower realm and incur misfortune.

"Which great sage has achieved the Dao? After many years, has a new system appeared in the lower realm? Is there another Dao Ancestor-level expert?" the newcomer spoke.

Through that portal, one could see it was a middle-aged man, whose face was blurry, but one could sense that he seemed to be in a complex mood.

The pioneer of a path, the founder of a system, no matter what realm he was in, was highly worthy of respect and could be called an Ancestor.

"Our lineage's Dao Ancestor has sensed something," the middle-aged man who manifested in the Heavenly portal spoke again, very politely. "We have opened the Heavenly Gate and invite the senior to ascend to the upper realm. We are willing to bestow a true position and welcome you into our lineage's ancestral court."

"You may leave," the old man surnamed Meng said. "I will not leave this old land."

"The lower realm is not conducive to cultivation," someone else spoke. "It was once corroded and has too much turbid qi. Please, fellow Daoist, ascend to the upper realm..."

Someone else spoke, his voice ancient. He dared to call him "fellow Daoist," clearly indicating an astonishing background. Although he didn't reveal his form, his status could be imagined.

He was very likely a Dao Ancestor of a lineage!

He intended to grant Patriarch Meng an extremely revered position, wishing to draw him into their system.

Patriarch Meng still refused, completely unwavering.

The person suspected to be a Dao Ancestor of a lineage fell silent and spoke no more.

Patriarch Meng responded indifferently, seemingly having no good feelings towards the Heavens. He raised his hand again, actually intending to proactively seal the gate!

For a moment, the atmosphere was delicate and grew tense.

The young man who had spoken earlier, but was then thrown out, reappeared and spoke coldly: "We invited you with good intentions, yet someone is ungrateful and so rude! What's so good about this filthy lower realm?"

Patriarch Meng ignored him. For someone of his level, he wouldn't bother with people from later generations.

Jiudaoyi, however, directly stepped forward. The great sage wouldn't bother with such a junior, so there was nothing to say, but he couldn't help but teach a lesson.

However, he also seemed to be mindful of his status, and glanced askance at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng felt a bit annoyed. With things having escalated this far, it was his turn to step in. What did the old human skin mean? Was he telling him to provoke them?

"Where do you say is filthy, and who are you disrespecting?" Chu Feng shouted. "Do you, with your status, even qualify, or dare!?"

Furthermore, Jiudaoyi held up his war spear and pointed it remotely at the Heavens.

Without a doubt, for so many years, no one had dared to defy the Heavens, let alone point a weapon at its envoys.

"You don't know what's good for you!" Not only did the young man get angry, but even the middle-aged man in front of the Heavenly portal spoke: "Aren't you going too far?"

It was precisely the person who had thrown out the young man earlier. His voice was somewhat cold, with a strong tone of demanding an explanation.

"Are the Heavens so great? We disdain to go!" Chu Feng said coldly. Someone said he didn't know what was good for him, so he directly pointed at the young man, signaling him to descend. Even if an expert from the Heavens wanted to look down on him, it wouldn't be allowed.

Jiudaoyi's expression also darkened. It wasn't as if people from their lineage couldn't ascend; "that person" had already fought his way up many years ago!

He said coldly: "If you had not poured down the inauspiciousness and banished the anomalies back then, how could this realm have been corroded?"

These words caused everyone to tremble in their hearts. There was such a secret?!

"The Heavens have been purified and are safe," Jiudaoyi questioned loudly. "Yet all the realms of the heavens have become 'filthy lands' in your mouths. Who caused this?!"

The war spear in his hand glowed, seemingly wanting to pierce a large hole through the Heavens!

The middle-aged man's expression froze for a moment, but then he immediately spoke, saying: "There are too many hidden circumstances and helplessness in this matter. To this day, it's hard to explain clearly. Over the years, the Heavens have experienced too many turbulences and bloody battles. Dao Ancestors have also been fighting and solving problems, and some Dao Ancestors have even fallen."

People gasped, feeling their hearts pound with fear. What had they heard today? All were world-shaking secrets!

"No matter what you say, back then, you were wrong to unleash the source of disaster," Jiudaoyi raged. "Yet now you still disdain us, calling the lower realm filthy, and covering your noses in disgust. What in the world are you!?"

Patriarch Meng had been silent all this time. Now, he directly took action. His grey, dusty hand reached out and once again forcefully sealed the gate of the Heavens.

He seemed unwilling to converse with the beings above, having no good feelings towards them, and directly took action.

"Fellow Daoist, I still have some words to say," a grand voice resonated. "I'd like to meet you." The person suspected to be a Dao Ancestor spoke, and without opening the portal, he directly transmitted his voice through the firmament, intimidating all beings in the various realms of the heavens.

Even powerful Jiudaoyi now trembled slightly, almost collapsing. Clearly, that voice was also a warning to him, able to suppress him invisibly!

Seeing this scene, countless light particles floated out from the depths of the Reincarnation Path, dust filled the sky, and Patriarch Meng's eyes shot out terrifying beams of light, piercing through heaven and earth.

"Fellow Daoist, why distance yourself a thousand miles?"

In the Heavens, as the voice fell, the sky cracked open, forcefully propped open by a large golden hand, once again revealing a magnificent and vast corner of the Heavens.

Clearly, that Dao Ancestor had taken action, opening the sealed door!

Dust filled the sky, rising and all glowing, accompanied by a large, grey, dusty hand that blasted towards the Heavens. Patriarch Meng was decisive, directly taking action.

The large hand was overwhelming, shattering that door and sweeping into the vast world of the Heavens!

"How dare you!" That Dao Ancestor from the Heavens roared.

Patriarch Meng said: "Why wouldn't I dare? When the heavens were in peril, you were nowhere to be seen. Now, we don't need you to lord over us. Put away your Dao Ancestor energy; if you dare to corrupt my descendants again, I will kill you!"

Everyone was shocked. Earlier, this patriarch was very peaceful, but now he actually wanted to attack an expert from the Heavens, and was so domineering, directly threatening to kill a Dao Ancestor!

Jiudaoyi's eyes welled up. This patriarch was standing up for him, without hesitation.

He hadn't noticed anything at first, thinking that the Dao Ancestor of the Heavens merely wanted to suppress him. Now he also sensed it; there was an inexplicable Dao Ancestor energy surrounding him.

If Patriarch Meng hadn't taken action, Jiudaoyi felt he might have suffered a great fall.

Perhaps the other party just wanted to teach him a lesson and wouldn't kill him, but it would have been enough to give him a hard time.

Now, Patriarch Meng directly intervened, standing up for him and threatening to kill a Dao Ancestor!

Indeed, as the legends said, this patriarch was a very good old man who cared for his descendants. Even if the enemy was stronger, if they tried to harm his disciples or followers, he would fight to the death, providing a vast sky for his descendants.

"You dare!" The Dao Ancestor above raged. A large golden hand violently smashed down, confronting Patriarch Meng.

However, at this moment, Patriarch Meng's great hand had entered the Heavens, not wanting to destroy the Yang Realm with excessively terrifying energy fluctuations or shatter the Dao patterns of all heavens.

Now, with his large hand extended in, there were no more qualms. With a bang, it first collided with the golden hand.

In an instant, golden blood rained down. It was hard to imagine Patriarch Meng's power; he directly shattered the large golden hand into pieces.

That was a Dao Ancestor, the founder of a system, even if not the strongest on that path, still one of the elder figures.

"Do you intend to be an enemy of the Heavens?" That Dao Ancestor from the Heavens roared in fury.

Patriarch Meng said: "You still cannot represent the Heavens. You are merely the founder of one of its systems, a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, infinitely close to the 'end of the path' realm. How dare you speak for the Heavens? Back then, when all the realms of the heavens sought your help, you ignored them. Now, I ask you... disappear!"

With a boom, golden blood from the Heavens scattered as that large hand shattered, blown apart by Patriarch Meng's fist imprint!

Simple and domineering!

He didn't use any complex secret techniques or the like; he shattered the Dao Ancestor's palm with a single punch.

"Your surname is Meng, you are that person's... guide!" That Dao Ancestor from the Heavens seemed to realize. Then, he burst into golden light and quickly sealed the gate of the Heavens.

"Where is that person? And what are you guarding in the lower realm?!" The last voice of the Dao Ancestor from the Heavens came through.

However, no one responded to him; Patriarch Meng ignored him.

That Dao Ancestor from the Heavens seemed extremely apprehensive and, without further delay, completely vanished.

The world fell silent, and everyone was shocked.

The large hand, slowly withdrawn from the Heavens, actually disintegrated, turning into scattered dust particles that drifted back into the depths of the profound Reincarnation Path.

This sight startled Jiudaoyi and the others, who felt a sense of ominous foreboding.

"Patriarch, are you...?"

"I am fine," the muddy clay figure whispered from the depths of the Reincarnation Path. "If I fall into slumber, I can still wait for some more years."

"What's wrong with you? Are you waiting for... that person? Where is he now?" Jiudaoyi pressed.

The Dog Emperor, the Corpse, and Chu Feng were also surprised, wanting to know those secrets.

In fact, no one in all the realms of the heavens didn't want to know.

"I am waiting for him to return, to meet him just once."

In the old man's eyes, no matter how powerful that person was, or what incredible realm he had reached, he was still the youth in his eyes, still the same person as before, forever his child, his essence never changed.

Although everyone said that person might have met with misfortune or something had happened, the old man still believed he had merely traveled too far, temporarily unable to find his way back, and would reappear one day.

"Perhaps he is too powerful," the old man continued. "The places he has traversed are beyond the understanding of mortals. Therefore, whether one thinks of him or not, or continuously misses him, it's all ineffective for him; there is no longer a connection. Perhaps only when one reaches a realm like mine can thoughts and longing for him generate a response in him. He will return one day."

People were stunned. Where had that person gone, and what level had he reached?

Beings at the 'end of the path' level, powerful to the extreme, even if their bodies perished and their Dao vanished, as long as there was still one person in this world who remembered them, such beings could still resurrect and reappear in the world.

It is said, "What is persistently remembered will surely have an echo!"

However, were all these ineffective against "that person"?

Where exactly did he go? And what level had his own realm reached?

Had he gone too far? Did it require the thoughts and perceptions of an expert at Patriarch Meng's level to evoke a response from him?

The old man persisted, unwilling to leave this world. Was it to light a guiding beacon for his return?

Countless billions of universes, myriad worlds, were truly endless. Once one reached a certain level and truly transcended, perhaps one would only feel that all the heavens and realms behind them were merely bubbles in the darkness, or like fireflies.

What the old man surnamed Meng was doing now was, in the boundless darkness, within the terrifying sea of time that could devour even supreme beings at any moment, lighting a single flame, hoping to guide that person to find his way home, waiting for his return.

Dust rose, the sky filled with light particles. What... was that? Was that the old man's current state?!

He had no physical body, merely dust.

Was he... still alive?!

The Dog Emperor was shocked. The Corpse's pupils constricted, feeling a chill in his heart. This was truly too regrettable.

Jiudaoyi was frightened, feeling an unbearable pain. Such a powerful founder, a Dao Ancestor-level figure of a path, had met this end?

"No matter what has become of me," he said, "I am here, illuminating the void with the fire of Dao, waiting for him to return."

The old man would not leave. Even if only his thoughts remained and his true self no longer existed, he remained this way, his persistent thought lingering, waiting for someone to return.

Dust rose, emitting a soft glow, then scattered across the sky, all returning to the Reincarnation Path...