The sparring matches between the disciples of Purple Cloud Palace and those under the reincarnated Chaos Demon God powerhouses came to an end one after another, and the atmosphere atop the Dao Platform grew increasingly delicate.
Hongjun sat upright upon his cloud bed, expressionless, though an imperceptible shadow flashed through his eyes.
The disciples behind him all hung their heads, overwhelmed by shame.
Dijiang swept his gaze over the Purple Cloud Palace disciples, then looked toward the various factions—the Demon Race, Western Teachings, Heavenly Court, and others—before speaking in a clear voice.
"At this Dao Discussion Assembly, the disciples under every Daoist Friend have each displayed what they have learned. It is most gratifying.
The Witch Race and Daoism disciples are willing to spar and exchange insights with the disciples under all Daoist Friends, advancing together upon the Great Dao."
At these words, the various factions responded in succession.
Di Jun of the Demon Race, Medicine Master of Western Teachings, Haotian of the Heavenly Court, and the others each sent out their elite disciples to spar in turns against the Witch Race's great shamans and the Sanqing disciples.
Though losses still outnumbered victories, everyone was tempered through the sparring and learned something from it.
As the Dao Discussion Assembly buzzed with excitement, a black figure was speeding through the depths of Chaos.
After refining the fragments of his own remnant body scattered throughout Chaos, Luohu had not only recovered his cultivation to its peak, but had even faintly touched the threshold of the sixth heaven of the Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin.
With his cultivation Origin restored, his speed had reached the absolute extreme. Chaos storms were torn apart before him like sheets of thin paper.
"Primordial Wilderness, Sanqing, Old Thief Hongjun, and Heavenly Dao! This Seat has arrived."