Chaos currents surged as the ancient hall of Purple Heaven Palace stood open.
Quite a few figures had already gathered inside.
At this moment, Haotian and Yaochi raised their hands to close the palace doors when a streak of light hurried over. Randeng landed unsteadily before the hall and quickly called out, "Two young friends, wait! Do not close the doors yet."
Haotian halted at his words and glanced into the hall. Seeing one vacant seat still left in a corner, he withdrew his hand and motioned for him to enter.
Randeng inwardly sighed in relief. He had finally made it. Alone and unaware of Purple Heaven Palace's location, he had wandered through the Inner Chaos for a great while and had nearly missed this opportunity again.
Inside Purple Heaven Palace, the cushions remained as before.
On the first row of six Purple-Gold Cushions sat the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti.
At this moment, the Three Thousand Purple Heaven Guests had all arrived, and the palace doors silently shut.
Upon the Dao platform, Hongjun's figure appeared soundlessly, as though he had been there all along.
The aura of the Heavenly Dao lingered around him, profound and unfathomable.
Seeing this, everyone rose together, cupped their hands in salute, and respectfully said, "We pay respects to the Saint."
Hongjun's expression remained impassive. His voice was calm, yet it reached every ear with perfect clarity. "Sit."
Once everyone had taken their seats, Hongjun's even voice rang out.
"This is the third sermon preached on behalf of Heaven, and also the final one."
"On behalf of Heaven, I shall expound upon the path of the Saint."
The path of the Saint!
The moment those words were spoken, everyone in the hall felt their breathing hitch. Even the top-grade Innate Divine beings such