Great Dao Truthful Words

Great Luo Holy Land.

Zi Time.

The sky had yet to brighten!

Yet the entire Great Luo Holy Land was steeped in grave solemnity.

One hundred thousand disciples stood ready in strict formation.

From outside Great Luo Holy Land all the way to the Great Luo Dao Discussion Hall.

Every disciple wore a solemn expression.

Today, Dharma Master Xuanxin had arrived, drawing the eyes of the world.

The major powers of Central Province had already gathered at Great Luo Holy Land.

At a time like this, no one was permitted to act rashly.

Not a single step or detail could go wrong. Otherwise, they would lose the Holy Land's face.

Dao Discussion Hall.

The surroundings were already packed shoulder to shoulder. The Ten Great Holy Lands of Central Province had all sent high-ranking figures to witness this Dao discussion, with quite a few young talents among them.

Today's Dao discussion carried immense consequences. Even the various Holy Lands had dispatched Deputy Holy Lords or Supreme Elders here.

For if they truly lost, they would immediately discuss countermeasures. Their arrival meant they possessed absolute authority.

It could be said that everyone in the world knew the Central Continent Dao Gate would never allow Buddhism to spread its teachings in Central Province.

Thus, everyone also knew that this battle could only be won, never lost. Defeat would bring a calamity of monstrous proportions.

The demon races and foreign tribes were watching like tigers eyeing their prey. While Buddhism and Daoism contended, they would certainly stir up trouble from the shadows.

Looking at the broader picture, this Dharma debate would have tremendous consequences. An unseen storm of blood and slaughter had already silently spread across all of Central Province.

"Do you think this Great Luo Eldest Senior Brother will win?"

Near the Dao Discussion Hall, a young talent could not help but ask.

"Perhaps. But at the very least, he is our last hope."

A refined-looking man said so.

"Xuan Xin is too strong. Whether in Dharma debates or spell battles, he can be called the foremost of his generation. Buddhism may truly be on the rise."

A young man clad in Golden Battle Armor spoke calmly.

"Yes, Buddhism has produced an extraordinary man. But Great Luo's Eldest Senior Brother is no ordinary figure either. Since the Heaven's Secret Sect Master judged him to be the greatest cultivator of all time, he naturally has the confidence to back it up."

A young cultivator surrounded by Yin Yang Qi said this.

"The Imperial Teacher will surely win."

A man in a dragon-patterned robe spoke. He was a young king of the Great Qian Dynasty, and his tone was incomparably resolute.

"The Sacred Teacher will surely win."

A young man from the Vast Righteous Sect also spoke, establishing an Invincible Heart.

The crowd discussed among themselves.

Within Great Luo Palace, Qingyun Sect Leader sat in the seat of honor. On either side sat the upper echelons of the major Central Province powers. Every face was calm, and the palace was utterly silent.

No one wished to break that silence.

Yet the more solemn it was, the more terrifying this Dao-Buddhist Dharma debate appeared.

If the Dao Gate won, Buddhism would decline.

If the Dao Gate lost, Buddhism would flourish.

The implications were immense, even involving a contest of fate between the two great faiths. It was a matter grave enough to affect the entire cultivation world.

One misstep could bring a heaven-shaking disaster. When that time came, it would be far more than mere devastation of all living beings.

Time passed bit by bit.

Chou Time.

Yin Time.

Mao Time.

Chen Time.

At last, Dharma Master Xuanxin had arrived.

"He's here!"

"Dharma Master Xuanxin is here."

"He's here, he's here."

"Look, Xuan Xin is here."

"He has finally arrived?"

"I'm so excited. I'm really excited right now."

"Stop talking. I was fine before, but now that you've said it, I'm getting excited too."

"A peerless clash between the Dao Gate's greatest genius of the younger generation and Buddhism's greatest genius. Whether the Dao Gate or Buddhism is stronger will be decided today."

"The younger generation cannot represent everything, but they can represent the future."

"I'm nervous, I'm nervous. I'm so nervous right now."

"Where is Eldest Senior Brother? Why hasn't he come out yet?"

With Dharma Master Xuanxin's arrival, the entire Great Luo Holy Land erupted into clamor.

"Silence!"

At that moment, a booming voice rang out. It was the voice of the Punishment Hall Master.

With a single sentence, everyone fell silent.

Only then did they realize they had lost their composure somewhat.

Outside Great Luo Holy Land.

Xuan Xin held a wooden pestle in his hand and wore a very plain white robe. His face was weathered, his feet caked with mud, and a tranquil smile rested upon his features.

"Great Luo!"

Xuan Xin spoke slowly, gazing ahead. Great Luo's disciples had already lined both sides, their expressions stern as they displayed Great Luo's bearing.

"This humble monk is Xuan Xin. Today, I have come to Great Luo Holy Land to debate Buddhist Dharma with Lu Changsheng."

Xuan Xin spoke softly, yet his voice seemed to possess divine power, allowing everyone in Great Luo Holy Land to hear him.

"Enter!"

At that moment, a voice sounded. It was not Lu Changsheng's voice, but that of Great Luo's upper echelon.

When a guest came, naturally they could not turn him away.

"Many thanks."

Dharma Master Xuanxin offered his thanks, then walked step by step, step by step, toward the Dao Discussion Hall.

Half an hour later.

Dharma Master Xuanxin had arrived at the center of the Dao Discussion Hall.

The so-called Dao Discussion Hall was a massive circular yin-yang disc. Dharma Master Xuanxin took his seat on the black side. Dressed in white, he possessed an indescribable air of transcendence when viewed from above.

Countless gazes converged upon Dharma Master Xuanxin.

The crowd remained silent, while countless young talents revealed looks of surprise.

Xuan Xin was simply too ordinary—so ordinary that he did not seem like an accomplished Buddhist monk at all, but rather like a mere Novice Monk.

He was unlike what they had imagined.

In theory, Xuan Xin, who had defeated nine Holy Lands in debate and was hailed as the reincarnation of a Buddha, should not have been like this.

Yet it was precisely this ordinariness that made him seem all the more extraordinary.

At the center of the Dao Discussion Hall, Xuan Xin appeared exceedingly calm.

He did not say a word, merely waiting in silence.

"We respectfully invite Eldest Senior Brother!"

At that moment, as a voice rang out, the one hundred thousand disciples of Great Luo Holy Land spoke in unison.

"We respectfully invite Eldest Senior Brother."

"We respectfully invite Eldest Senior Brother."

"We respectfully invite Eldest Senior Brother."

Their voices were deafening.

Tens of thousands of young talents from Central Province fixed their gazes upon the main peak.

Everyone's eyes brimmed with incomparable anticipation.

This world-shaking battle was about to begin.

Yet at this very moment.

From the main peak.

A voice rang out.

"The Dao that can be spoken."

"Is not the eternal Dao."

"The name that can be named."

"Is not the eternal name."

"The nameless is the beginning of Heaven and Earth; the named is the mother of the ten thousand things."

The voice rang out. Like Dharma Master Xuanxin's, it was not loud, yet it seemed to hold divine power, falling into every person's ears.

But unlike before.

After this voice sounded.

With Great Luo Holy Land at its center, waves upon waves of terrifying dharma power spread outward.

Streams of purple qi came from the east, suffusing thirty thousand miles.

In the sky.

The stars trembled.

Ancient statues erupted with boundless radiance in that instant.

Within Great Luo Palace.

At this moment, everyone who had remained exceptionally calm until now.

Opened their eyes in an instant, revealing looks of shock.

"Great Dao Truthful Words!"

Someone cried out in alarm, unable to suppress the shock in his eyes.