Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

If the competition in flood control is about who shouts the loudest slogans and who has the firmest will, then the people of Datongdao are undoubtedly qualified.

Many of the students at Datongdao are steadfast idealists, and what they lack least is idealism and conviction.

The addition of over three thousand students practicing the Great Harmony Path has indeed had an inspiring effect.

Such a large number of practitioners of the Great Unity Path can accomplish far more than the thousands of people in Pingluo County and the thousands of villagers in the Sinful Village.

Their arrival brought hope to everyone present.

The old magistrate, who had already given up, once again took command of the people, intending to rebuild a temporary river embankment.

But that's it.

Despite their lofty ambitions, they ultimately had to yield to reality.

Reality is reality, and it often doesn't change according to human will.

This is the law of nature, the most fundamental rule of the universe, just like the rules of physics, and it will not change because of human hearts.

If you can do it, you can do it; if you can't, you can't. No amount of shouting will change that.

There truly exists a force in the world that is connected by shared feelings and emotions.

Seven emotions and six desires, faith in all souls...

Emotions have power; though not overwhelming, they can accumulate over time. If the emotions of all living beings in the world were gathered together, this power would be quite considerable.

The painting master Wu Mengdao wanted to do something similar.

However, this belongs to the realm of terrestrial immortals. Only terrestrial immortals who have imprinted their own Dao on the world and attained the fruition can do this, and it has little to do with ordinary mortals.

Within the entire Datongdao, only Zhuang Sheng, the founder, touched upon even a small part of this power.

Of the more than three thousand practitioners of the literary path, more than eight hundred have cultivated literary energy, and there are more than forty students who are equivalent to the innate level of martial arts.

A group of cultivators of this size would be a formidable force in any faction, enough to attract the attention of any party.

But in the face of this once-in-a-century flood, and the surging waters of the Changjiang River, these people were still as insignificant as ants.

Compared to the entire world, mortals are ultimately too insignificant.

At 21-23 PM, streams of literary energy gathered along the riverbank, and the combined strength of the Datong Dao students formed a golden wall stretching for dozens of miles along the river.

The rain intensified, and the flood peak rushed down from upstream, carrying broken ancient trees and shattered houses, crashing onto both banks with a deafening roar.

A wave seven or eight meters high crashed violently against the golden wall, making it teeter on the verge of collapse.

Wave after wave, seemingly without end, never ceasing.

The faces of the Datong Dao students who had built the high wall looked visibly grim. Under the repeated impact of the waves, many of them became increasingly pale, and traces of blood trickled from the corners of their mouths.

Whenever the rain lessened slightly, students would shout loudly.

"Hang in there, just a little longer! The rain is letting up, we're almost there! Everyone, don't give up, victory is just around the corner..."

Even though everyone present understood that such words were baseless, and that even if the rain stopped, the flood peak from upstream would still pour down.

But upon hearing these words of encouragement, many who were on the verge of giving up gritted their teeth, straightened up once again, and poured their strength into the high wall.

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Chou hour (1-3)

The distant mountains where the temporary palace was located.

A huge protective shield covered the palace, protecting the hilltop where it was located.

Hundreds of meters away, torrential rain poured down, and the excessive rainfall triggered a mudslide that rushed down from the mountaintop, destroying all the trees along the way and creating a deafening roar.

Between the mountains, raging torrents surged everywhere, accompanied by lightning and thunder in the sky, creating a scene reminiscent of the apocalypse.

Just a few hundred meters away, where the imperial palace is located, squirrels scurried about and white cranes cried. The huge mountain still looked just like it did before the heavy rain, with not a single drop of rain falling into it.

Inside the magnificent palace, the finest food in the world was casually laid out on the table, and the air was filled with the fragrance of spiritual tea.

Water curtains projected everything happening outside into the main hall. Those present either sipped tea or enjoyed delicacies while watching the live broadcast.

Only Mu Ling'er was so anxious that she couldn't eat anything. She kept picking up and putting down her teacup, her mind was in turmoil, and she would look at the water screen every few seconds.

As Mu Ling'er put down her water glass once again, Mu An, who was sitting next to her, suddenly stood up, attracting everyone's attention.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Mu An tossed the Flowing Cloud from his waist into the sky.

The entire body of Liuyun's sword was enveloped in five-colored divine light, transforming into a stream of light that shot into the sky.

The next instant, the shimmering divine sword fell from the sky, piercing through the thick clouds and rain, and landed directly on the surface of the Changjiang River. The immense power of the Five Elements burst forth from the sword and spread along one side of the river.

As the magnificent spectacle unfolded, the surging river seemed to be brought to a standstill; the towering waves visibly ceased, losing their momentum and returning to calm in an instant.

The floodwaters continued their relentless flow, stretching for over 300 li along the south bank of the Changjiang River. Wherever they passed, the flood peaks instantly dissipated, leaving the area calm and peaceful.

With a single strike, the river channel, stretching over three hundred miles, was calmed. The entire Changjiang River was divided into north and south sides, one side calm and tranquil, the other side raging with wind and rain, and surging waves.

The water curtain inside the main hall recorded everything that happened on the south bank of the Changjiang River. Meng Yan and the remaining six terrestrial immortals of Wen Dao swallowed hard, greatly alarmed.

This Five Elements True Lord was able to divide the Changjiang River, bringing one side to calm while the other remained flooded, with neither side affecting the other. What incredible control this was!

Putting aside his combat abilities, his method of pacifying the water veins is simply miraculous; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a profound and mysterious feat.

At least the seven members of Wenhua Palace could not do this, unless they joined forces to set up a large formation to achieve something similar.

Once the river surface in the water curtain had completely calmed down, Mu An and Xuanling Bodhisattva exchanged a glance, and sat back down under Mu Ling'er's questioning gaze.

As soon as he sat down, Mu Ling'er leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

"Is that all? What about the other half? Judging from the current situation, Zhuang Sheng and his team have probably already failed. If this drags on, more and more people will die..."

Seeing Mu Ling'er filled with confusion and worry, Mu An sighed inwardly.

Mu Ling'er was kinder than he had imagined; even after ruling Qishan Dao for so many years, she was not ruthless enough.

Anyone with eyes to see knows that Zhuang Sheng intends to die, and this gamble will end with Zhuang Sheng's death.

Even now, Mu Ling'er is still trying to get his help indirectly, which speaks volumes.