The Primordial Era in Uproar, All Beings Reflect

Wanhua's calm yet earth-shattering proclamation was like a massive boulder cast into a placid lake, stirring towering waves across every corner of the vast Primordial Era.

"Myriad Dao Academy? Education for All? Teaching the methods of the Confucian Dao?"

"Disciple sweepers?! A Primordial Chaos Sage personally inviting people to sweep floors?!"

"Just who is this Wanhua...? He only just attained Primordial Chaos, yet he is already doing something so shocking and unconventional!"

For a time, the Primordial Era was thrown into an uproar—from above the Nine Heavens to beneath the Nine Netherworlds, from Blessed Lands to desolate mountains and vast marshes.

All beings whose intelligence had awakened and who could sense this proclamation began discussing it fervently, each harboring different thoughts.

The Thoughts of the Great Powers

· Within Sanqing Hall, Kunlun Mountains.

Taishang Laojun furrowed his brows slightly, and a rare trace of contemplation appeared on his Pure and Inactive face. "Attaining Primordial Chaos without relying on merit... this 'Literary Dao.'

It can actually draw upon the power of principles and dissolve the Heavenly Dao's killing talisman... How strange. An Anomaly."

His gaze was profound, as though he saw another possibility behind this new Dao, one different from the Mystic Gate Immortal Path. Yet what he felt more was scrutiny and vigilance.

Yuanshi Tianzun's expression darkened as he snorted coldly. "Even the Hairy and Horned, those Born of Water and Eggs, may enter his gates?

And he speaks of Education for All? Such conduct—disregarding origins and failing to distinguish blessings and destiny—is truly the beginning of chaos!

Inviting Great Powers to become disciple sweepers? Utterly arrogant, utterly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth!" He had always placed great importance on origins, ritual, and propriety, and he was exceedingly disdainful of Wanhua's actions.

Tongtian Jiaozhu's eyes gleamed strangely. He clapped his hands and laughed. "Education for All? Hahaha, marvelous!

This fellow Daoist Wanhua is quite interesting! Unconstrained by convention, with grand courage! Far better than certain people who cling stubbornly to old rules.

This Confucian Dao seems to place greater emphasis on one's disposition and comprehension. Interesting..." Countless immortals already gathered beneath his banner.

He deeply resonated with the words "Education for All." Though he found the phrase "disciple sweepers" somewhat teasing, it instead suited his temperament all the more.

· The barren lands of the west.

Daoist Jieyin wore a sorrowful expression as he sighed. "Another Primordial Chaos Sage has emerged in the east, and one so... unconventional.

Establishing an academy and transmitting the Great Dao—regarding the Opportunity for our western rise, is this a blessing or a calamity?"

He calculated inwardly. Since Wanhua had attained Primordial Chaos on his own, his methods must possess unique merits that could perhaps be studied. But the other party was being so high-profile; he likely would not be easy to deal with.

Daoist Zhunti's eyes flickered as he murmured, "Senior Brother, this may also be an opportunity.

Since his academy speaks of Education for All, those destined guests of our west might go listen to his teachings. If we can obtain the essence of his methods and make up for the west's deficiencies..."

His mind was quick, and he was already considering how to profit from this.

· Tanggu Divine Palace, Sun Star.

Dijun held the River Diagram and Luo Script as he deduced the heavenly secrets, his brows tightly knit. "A variable—a tremendous variable!

This man has appeared out of nowhere and disrupted the heavenly secrets. Whether he will be a blessing or a disaster to the Demon Race's grand endeavor of ruling the Primordial Era is impossible to tell. His academy even faintly shows signs of gathering providence..."

Eastern Emperor Taiyi held the Chaos Bell in his palm, his bearing overbearing. "Why should Big Brother worry? He is merely a newly advanced Primordial Chaos Sage with a shallow foundation. How great a storm can he possibly raise?

If he knows what is good for him and does not provoke our Demon Race, so be it. But if he does, then my Chaos Bell can test the weight of his Confucian Dao divine abilities!" He possessed immense confidence in both his own strength and the Demon Race's power.

· Minghe of the Sea of Blood, Kunpeng of the Northern Darkness, Zhenyuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple, and many other Great Powers reacted in every conceivable way—some sneered, some pondered, some were curious, and some were wary.

But without exception, they all deeply etched the names "Wanhua" and "Myriad Dao Academy" into their hearts.

The Dragon Race's Fury, Their Deep Humiliation

In the depths of the East Sea Dragon Palace, it was as though a pot had exploded.

"Outrageous! This is bullying the Dragon Race beyond all measure!"

The East Sea Dragon King Ao Guang flew into a rage, his dragon whiskers bristling as he smashed the coral throne beside him with one palm. "In the waters of my East Sea, he forcibly occupies Three Immortals Island and establishes some academy!

And... and he invites us to become disciple sweepers?! Utter humiliation! Utter humiliation!"

Below him, the Dragon Sons and Grandsons, shrimp soldiers, and crab generals all burned with righteous indignation, sharing the same sense of insult.

Wanhua establishing his Dao field in the East Sea was no different from planting a flag at the Dragon Race's doorstep. And to their ears, the words "disciple sweepers" were filled with contempt and mockery toward the Dragon Race.

"Father King! Your son requests permission to muster our forces and flatten that damned academy!" A hot-tempered Dragon Prince stepped forward to request battle.

Though Ao Guang was furious, he had not completely lost his reason. He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said solemnly, "Do not act rashly!

This man endured an attack from the Dao Ancestor without harm. His strength is unfathomable.

We must deliberate carefully and report to His Majesty the Ancestral Dragon before deciding our course of action." Yet within the Dragon Palace, hostility toward Myriad Dao Academy had already surged to its peak.

Lowly Beings Yearn for It

Unlike the complicated reactions of the top powers and the Dragon Race, across the vast lands of the Primordial Era—

Countless Houtian Beings, Lesser Demons, and Rogue Cultivators of low cultivation and ordinary origins, who struggled bitterly merely to survive, felt a faint flame of hope ignite in their hearts upon hearing the words "Education for All."

"Education for All... Does that mean they will not look down on our humble origins, and that we can also go listen and learn?"

"The Confucian Dao... What sort of method is it? It does not sound as though it values origins and innate talent as much as traditional cultivation does?"

"Sage Wanhua... is actually willing to transmit teachings to people like us?"

They did not dare hope to become the Sage's disciples—not even disciple sweepers.

Yet the mere possibility of "having the chance to hear a Primordial Chaos Sage expound the Dao" was enough to set their hearts surging. Their gazes toward the East Sea brimmed with longing and anticipation.

Some of the bold, or those driven into a corner, had already begun packing their belongings, preparing to risk a journey to the East Sea and investigate for themselves.

Undercurrents surged, and a storm brewed.

Wanhua's seemingly offhand remark was like, beneath the tranquil—at least outwardly tranquil—surface of the Primordial Era's lake, dropping a deep-water bomb, blasting open the ambitions, schemes, fears, and hopes concealed among every faction.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat high above the Nine Heavens, watching it all with cold indifference as the celestial workings flowed through his hands.

None could fathom his intentions, yet that invisible pressure made every Great Power's heart tremble.

Like a lighthouse rising abruptly from the ground, Myriad Dao Academy gave off an utterly different light, drawing moths in while warning passing ships.

Above the East Sea, the newly born academy stood in silence, wreathed in the aura of literature and culture, awaiting its first visitors—or rather, challengers.

The Primordial Era's balance had quietly shifted with Wanhua's appearance and the founding of Myriad Dao Academy.

An even greater storm was quietly brewing amid the seemingly tumultuous myriad faces of all living beings.

Everyone realized that an entirely new variable had already stepped onto the Primordial Era's stage.