Bab 596: Blood Rain of the Immortal Dao, Knowing It Can't Be Done

Jiang Changsheng was even more curious about the current Immortal Dao. He had to understand how far ahead he was in the future.

He looked at the white-haired figure in the temple and asked again, "May I ask if no one in the Immortal Dao can reverse the situation? What about the Dao Ancestor?"

The white-haired figure trembled when he heard that. He slowly turned his head. His skin was like dried tree bark, and his eyes were bloodshot. His eyes were numb and lifeless, just like the other people he had encountered on the way.

"The Dao Ancestor? That's only an illusory legend. If the Dao Ancestor really existed and was willing to care for the Immortal Dao, there would not be a dead end for the Immortal Dao. Billions of living beings in the world had been sacrificed and the heavens had rained blood for nine million years, but have you ever seen the Dao Ancestor appear?"

The white-haired figure slowly spoke, and his hoarse voice revealed strong unwillingness.