Sitting cross-legged in the hall, three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The time Cheng Yue had set for his lecture arrived.
After rising, he came outside the hall, where countless living beings were already sprawled atop the Cushions before him.
Cheng Yue looked over the crowd. They could be considered all present; every cushion was occupied by a living being.
As he looked at these beings, Cheng Yue nodded, then casually conjured a cloud.
After sitting upon it, he began speaking at length.
"Above lies the Yellow Court, below lies Guanyuan; behind lies the Hidden Gate, before lies the Gate of Life. Breathing between the huts enters the cinnabar field; clear water from the jade pool nourishes the Spiritual Root. Examine it well and cultivate it, and one may endure forever. The man within the Yellow Court wears vermilion robes; Guanyuan's lush reeds close on both sides; the Hidden Gate stands lofty and towering; within the cinnabar field, essence and qi are subtle; clear water from the jade pool gives rise to abundance..."
As he recited the Yellow Court Classic, he did not know whether this scripture would actually be of any use.
After all, this was the Primordial World. This later-acquired scripture was merely a Daoist internal alchemy cultivation manual.
As for the Daoist Canon, Cheng Yue had no intention of revealing it.
The Dao could not be lightly imparted, nor could the Dharma be passed to Six-Eared Macaque.
This was the cultivation method he relied on to survive. Passing it to disciples was reasonable enough, but if he casually spread it around, how was he supposed to get by?
What if the entire Primordial World ended up filled with Golden Immortals who knew Heavenly Eye and mind-reading techniques?
What would he do if he could no longer make a living then?
So he simply brought out the Yellow Court Classic and recited it.
Fortunately, he had read it before when he had nothing better to do. After becoming an immortal, his memory had been enhanced, and now those scenes were crystal clear in his mind.
With his eyes closed, he quietly recited the Yellow Court, unaware that Purple Mist from the East had appeared above the Island, while Golden Lotuses bloomed throughout it.
All the living beings who had come to hear the lecture benefited from the Golden Lotuses.
Some even touched a Golden Lotus, their aura shook, and they broke through directly.
Countless streams of purple qi poured into Cheng Yue's body.
Yet Cheng Yue knew nothing of this and did not feel it in the slightest.
He continued speaking at an unhurried pace.
The Yellow Court Classic was not very long, and he had nearly finished it in half a day.
He had already resigned himself to it. He only wanted to finish quickly, then return to cultivating.
Hongjun had not yet become a Saint. If he worked hard enough, perhaps he could still make it in time to hear the Dao at Purple Heavens Palace.
If he was lucky, he might even get to sit on a cushion.
But the six Saints were destined by Heaven. Even if he sat there, the final outcome likely would not be good.
Hongjun, who was traveling through the Primordial World, had been wandering about like a headless fly, searching for strange changes in the world or eavesdropping for news of Divine Treasures appearing and being fought over.
Everything had been fine, but he suddenly saw purple qi rising above the South Sea, and his brows furrowed.
"Purple Mist from the East... Could it be that some opportunity has appeared, or that a Great Power has been born?"
With a puzzled expression, Hongjun flew toward the Island.
However, judging by the distance, it seemed he would need some time to get there.
Since such a phenomenon had appeared, he wanted to investigate what exactly had happened. Perhaps there would be another opportunity to make up for his losses.
With that thought, he increased his speed somewhat.
On the Island, Cheng Yue stopped after finishing the entire scripture.
"Alright, this scripture has been fully explained. If there is nothing else, then disperse."
The living beings listening to the Dao also opened their eyes.
Looking at Cheng Yue before them, they imitated the gesture of clasping their fists. After bowing in reverence, they departed one after another.
Cheng Yue looked at the Cushions, then shook his head. He did not put them away and instead returned directly to his palace, where he sat cross-legged in the hall.
Nuwa also skipped out at that moment.
"Master, the scripture you explained was so simple."
Cheng Yue's mouth twitched slightly. Of course it was simple. He did not know anything too difficult.
"Did you want me to explain the Daoist Canon to them? The Dao cannot be lightly imparted. They are not disciples of my sect. If they entered my sect, then there would be no issue with them learning the Daoist Canon, but they have not."
Nuwa nodded, then glanced at the thick book in her hands, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
She secretly thought that becoming his disciple had truly been the right choice. Otherwise, she might never have met such an amusing master.
Over the past few days, she had not cultivated at all. She had been reading the Daoist Canon in her hands.
Some of the cultivation methods recorded within were simply beyond anything she had imagined.
Yet after she understood them, she finally realized why her master had mixed up the matter of cultivation realms.
The Grand Unity Immortals recorded in the Daoist Canon were omniscient and omnipotent. Reversing time and space, remaking Heaven and Earth, even overturning Yin Yang with a single thought—none of it was impossible. They were absurdly powerful.
That realm had already surpassed anything Nuwa could imagine.
Even Golden Immortals were beings who never aged or died, who could live forever with a single thought.
Then she looked at her own Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm. Compared to what was recorded in the Daoist Canon, they were practically two entirely different realms.
She had no ability to reverse Yin Yang or remake Heaven and Earth. As for reversing time itself, let alone possessing such an ability, if she so much as touched the River of Time, she might perish within it.
By comparison, Nuwa felt increasingly that her cheap master was incredibly powerful.
She had no idea where her master had obtained such a scripture.
However, she had no intention of telling her master about her discovery.
For some reason, she found Cheng Yue's excessively cautious behavior rather amusing.
"Hurry and cultivate. With your current cultivation, you probably would not survive three seconds in the Primordial World."
As she was lost in wild thoughts, Cheng Yue's voice sounded beside her once more, leaving Nuwa somewhat helpless.
"Master, it cannot be that bad, can it? I am still an immortal, after all."
Cheng Yue shook his head. Then he looked outside the Great Hall and spoke.
"Are immortals really that impressive? Are there few immortals in the Primordial World? You could pick up a rock in the Primordial World, and it might be an immortal!"
"Do not become complacent just because you have become an immortal. This is the Primordial World, and a great upheaval is about to descend upon it. When that time comes, Quasi-Sages will be everywhere, and Grand Unity Golden Immortals will be worth less than dogs. Let alone your cultivation, even I do not dare say that I can survive safely."
"The Saint Positions are about to be decided, and Heaven and Earth will soon become unsettled again. Do not let down your guard. For the foreseeable future, we will remain here and not go out, lest we enter the great calamity and die within it."
After speaking, Cheng Yue returned to his spot and sat cross-legged.
His face bore a trace of worry.
Hearing the terms Quasi-Sage and Saint Position, Nuwa was somewhat curious.
And what was this great calamity he had mentioned?
"Master, what are Quasi-Sages and Saint Positions? And what is this great calamity you spoke of?"
Just as Cheng Yue was about to speak, he hesitated slightly and could not help looking overhead.
Did this sort of thing count as a heavenly secret?
If he revealed it carelessly, would Lei strike him dead?
Should he try it?
He had better not try and end up dead.
Just as he was preparing to say something in a roundabout way, Cheng Yue suddenly sensed that the great formation he had set outside had been triggered.
After sensing it carefully, he discovered that the other party's cultivation did not seem very high.
They had likely stumbled onto the Island by accident and did not know that he had set up a great formation.
Thinking of this, Cheng Yue rose and transformed into a streak of rainbow light, arriving directly before the formation he had established.
Seeing the scene of thunder and fire within, as well as an old daoist who had been scorched black, even his hair burned away, Cheng Yue paused.
At that moment, Hongjun felt nothing but bitterness.
He had rushed here, but halfway through the journey, he saw the phenomena vanish. Feeling anxious, he memorized the location and accelerated toward it.
Who would have thought that after arriving and seeing the Great Hall on the small Island, he would assume that something had happened here? He had intended to land on the Island and ask about it, but the instant he stepped onto it—
He felt the Earth Fire Water Wind across the Island descend into chaos in an instant.
Thunder was mixed in as well.
He wanted to resist, only to discover that there was no way to resist at all. He could only barely defend himself.
When he saw Cheng Yue flying toward him, Hongjun became somewhat anxious.
Yet he saw Cheng Yue extend a finger, and the surrounding Earth Fire Water Wind immediately calmed.
Hongjun lay on the ground in a rather sorry state.
Staring at the sky overhead, he felt lingering fear in his heart.
"You old Daoist, with only True Immortal cultivation, why are you not cultivating in your cave abode? Why did you suddenly barge onto my Island?"
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