Of the Three Thousand Guests in the Purple Cloud Palace, not one knew that the Sage preaching before them had already turned most of his attention elsewhere.
Hongjun had reached the Golden Immortal Realm in his sermon.
But it was only the Golden Immortal Realm. Hongjun considered it a walk in the park, hardly worth his full attention. It was simply too easy.
No wonder, then, that Hongjun devoted most of his attention to Yang Mei, watching the show while he preached.
Hongjun felt not the slightest guilt over letting his mind wander during his sermon. It was not as if his preaching suffered for it.
This first sermon would only reach as far as the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm anyway.
Hongjun had at least a superficial grasp of the Three Thousand Great Dao Principles. He had even spent a thousand Yuanhui Eras discussing the Dao with Bai Yu. Across the Myriad Realms, his knowledge and understanding of the Great Dao Principles could be called vast.
The Three Thousand Guests in the Purple Cloud Palace listened in utter rapture. They were gaining far more than a little insight; they were being remade from the inside out!
It was a transformation from ragtag wanderers into a disciplined army!
This was what it meant to pass on the Dao, not merely to teach techniques.
The Dao was the foundation.
Techniques were only its outward form.
Meanwhile, at Yang Mei's Daoist Sanctuary.
Yang Mei had no idea that one muttered complaint about Hongjun had drawn Hongjun's attention.
How had Hongjun attained Enlightenment of the Dao?
To Yang Mei, the answer was already obvious.
What else could it be?
Hongjun had joined up with the Heavenly Dao, of course!
Yang Mei was beside himself with envy and jealousy.
I want to join up too!