The First Sermon Concludes

This time, Hongjun began his sermon.

He started from the Celestial Immortal realm!

As Hongjun expounded on the Immortal Dao, golden lotuses sprang from the ground within Zixiao Palace, while heavenly flowers rained down. Countless streams of spiritual energy gathered, and Laws fluttered through the air like ribbons...

Everyone was immersed in it!

Even Wu Tian, who had already decided to cultivate according to the Witch Clan's methods and walk the path of "proving the Dao through strength," listened with great interest.

The stones of other mountains could be used to polish jade!

The sound of the Dao entered their ears.

Countless insights arose in their hearts!

As Hongjun explained Immortal Dao cultivation, Wu Tian also compared it against his own cultivation. The Nine Revolutions Mystical Skill began to turn furiously...

His physical body developed a ravenous hunger.

Even his primordial spirit shone brilliantly, while the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler suppressed within it slowly revolved!

It continuously emitted mysterious yellow-gold radiance.

An incomparably powerful devouring force immediately arose, drawing the primordial energy and Laws within Zixiao Palace toward him in surging waves!

Wu Tian swallowed them greedily.

A massive vortex formed above Wu Tian's head like a funnel, pouring countless heavenly flowers and golden lotuses into it...

At this moment, Wu Tian was not merely cultivating his primordial spirit.

Bolstered by boundless Dao Resonance, he cultivated his body, soul, and primordial spirit at once. The Nine Revolutions Mystical Skill truly was the most powerful cultivation method, with no flaws between the three!

The spiritual energy was refined by Wu Tian's physical body.

The heavy Power of Laws caused the marks upon his soul to flash once more, rapidly engraving new insights and deepening his understanding of the Laws...

Then, with the support of his soul and body,

his primordial spirit rapidly grew stronger!

Compared with the Three Pure Ones and the others, Wu Tian's cultivation did not cause much of a disturbance, yet it still caught Hongjun's attention.

Even the sound of his sermon paused for a moment.

He looked toward Wu Tian in astonishment.

"How is this possible?"

"Isn't he a member of the Witch Clan?"

Deep confusion arose in Hongjun's heart.

The more he looked at Wu Tian, the more he felt that this Witch Clan member named Wu Tian was shrouded in layer upon layer of mist...

Even he, a Saint of the Heavenly Dao, found him difficult to see through!

The Witch Clan cultivated with Heavy Turbid Baleful Qi.

Logically speaking, they should be most repelled by light and ethereal energy—that was, innate spiritual energy...

So how was Wu Tian cultivating so smoothly?

Was he really a member of the Witch Clan?

With a thought,

Hongjun kept the Dao sounds flowing from his lips and looked toward Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and the others. The reactions of these Ancestral Witches were exactly as he expected!

Every one of them was restless in their seats.

It was as though they had thorns beneath their backsides...

Judging from their expressions, if the gates of Zixiao Palace had not already been closed, these fellows would probably have slipped away long ago.

Hongjun nodded slightly!

Now this was what a proper Witch Clan member looked like...

Then he looked toward Xuan Ming and Houtu. A trace of deeper meaning entered Hongjun's eyes. Houtu was one thing; although she had developed a primordial spirit early, it was beyond Hongjun's expectations.

Still, it had not deviated too far from the general trend of the Heavenly Dao!

But Xuan Ming was different.

Thanks to Wu Tian's outrageous maneuvering, Xuan Ming had obtained a seat in Zixiao Palace this time. As Hongjun began his sermon, the Prayer Mat beneath her continuously emitted dense Dao Resonance, swiftly suppressing the heavy Baleful Qi throughout her body...

Countless strands of innate spiritual energy poured into her body.

No longer were they instantly worn away by the powerful Baleful Qi of her physical body. Instead, they slowly circulated through her body according to an unfathomable cultivation technique!

They continuously condensed the power of her soul.

The rudimentary form of a primordial spirit was about to emerge...

"Alas..."

"Who knows whether the Heavenly Dao has changed, or whether things were always meant to be this way..."

Hongjun sighed inwardly once more.

Then he slowly closed his eyes again and continued explaining his Carefree Immortal Dao...

Very soon,

ten thousand years passed!

After Hongjun finished speaking of Great Luo Golden Immortal cultivation, he said calmly,

"Those at the peak of Great Luo Golden Immortal, once their personal Laws have reached perfection and they comprehend their own Dao, may advance to the Quasi-Sage realm..."

At that point,

the Dao sounds came to an abrupt stop.

The Dao Resonance filling Zixiao Palace, along with the primordial energy and Laws, slowly dispersed as well...

Everyone looked as though they had just awakened from a dream.

One after another, they emerged from their comprehension of the Great Dao and looked up at Hongjun before them, their eyes filled with confusion!

"That's it?"

"What about Quasi-Sages?"

"How exactly does one break through to Quasi-Sage? Keep talking!"

Before they could speak,

Hongjun's voice rang out again.

"The ten thousand years are up!"

"This sermon has ended. Three thousand years from now, there will be a second sermon, when I will explain how to achieve the Quasi-Sage realm..."

After saying that,

he swept his gaze across everyone once more!

Then his figure slowly faded away...

Although their hearts were itching as if monkeys were scratching at them, it was not appropriate to press him further. They could only watch Hongjun's fading figure with anticipation as they bowed in farewell.

They thanked Hongjun for this sermon!

At this moment, the two young Daoist attendants stood up, and the gates of Zixiao Palace slowly opened...

"Whew!"

"It's finally over!"

Zhurong could not help but rise to his feet.

He stretched lazily!

The others who had listened to the sermon all looked toward the Ancestral Witches with unfriendly expressions, resentment rising in their hearts.

We wished Saint Hongjun would speak a little longer.

Yet you actually had this attitude?

If they had not been afraid of provoking them, some people would probably have wanted to come over and properly "educate" the Ancestral Witches...

Zhu Rong shifted his gaze.

Disdain immediately appeared on his face.

"What are you looking at?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Everyone who came here is a Primordial Divine, and everyone has their own Great Dao. Why listen to this Carefree Immortal Dao and lose your own foundation... Hmph!"

Wu Tian was calming his own mana.

Upon hearing Zhu Rong's words, he suddenly looked toward him, surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Oh?"

"Zhu Rong can actually think of something like that?"

Zhu Rong had always been the most hot-tempered.

Because of his temperament, he was also the one among all the Ancestral Witches who was beaten up by Dijiang the most. Though he was still speaking without restraint now, his words were not without reason!

"It seems my understanding of my elder brothers is still insufficient..."

In the original course of events,

the Ancestral Witches were not necessarily completely lacking in brains!

But divine abilities could not overcome fate. With the Heavenly Dao and Saints plotting against them together, even if they wanted to struggle and resist, what could they do?

Di Jun and Fuxi were widely acknowledged to possess great talent and strategic vision, with wisdom as deep as the sea. Had they not also fallen?

Just then,

Zhu Rong suddenly shouted again.

"Not good!"

"The two from the west slipped away!"

Wu Tian's thoughts were instantly interrupted. He turned to look toward where Jieyin and Zhunti had been cultivating, and sure enough, there was no one there.

Then he looked toward the gates of Zixiao Palace.

He could only see two streaks of golden light shooting into Chaos...

They vanished in the blink of an eye!

"Uh..."

"They ran really fast!"

The others who had not yet left frowned at the sight. Though they had originally disliked Zhu Rong's wild remarks in Zixiao Palace, they no longer dared to cast reproachful looks at him.

Even Jieyin and Zhunti had fled to avoid them!

How could they dare provoke them?