A tsunami-like roar rolled over in wave after wave, ringing so loud in the ears of everyone from the Dao Sect that their eardrums hummed.
The expressions of both Xu Changqing and Zhang Daoxuan changed drastically.
They had thought this crushing sea of people outside had come drawn by the fame of the Dao Sect, out of reverence for the Dao Ancestor's path, and as the fruit of the good deeds the Dao Sect had accumulated over the years.
Yet now, what these people were shouting was that they wanted the Dao Ancestor to die!
Xu Changqing said sternly, "Without the Dao Ancestor, humanity would only be farmed as livestock by the gods and devils!"
Zhang Daoxuan also roared, "Without the Dao Sect, where would you have found a path to survive today!"
The voices of the two men were like a pebble thrown into a tidal wave.
Yet they were far too small.
So small that it was like a single drop of water falling into the Eight-Hundred-Li Azure Ripples Lake.
They did not even stir up a ripple before being swallowed by the wall of sound behind them.
The people outside were far too dense.
With millions of people speaking at once, this volume was no longer a human voice; it was heaven and earth making a sound, and the entire mountain was vibrating along with it.
Xu Changqing waved a hand, and a layer of blue water light unfolded from his palm, spreading outward along the ground of the Ancestral Court and encasing the entire Dao Sect in the blink of an eye.
Faced with this situation, he could no longer worry about consuming his dharma power.
The soundwaves outside were isolated, and the humming aftershocks were still rolling around underground, but at least their ears were