When the second sermon ended, the doors of the Purple Cloud Palace closed once more.
Yang Mei had not managed to borrow the Jade Plate of Creation, but his discussion of the Dao with Hongjun had still taught him a great deal.
Afterward, the two chatted for a hundred years. Then Yang Mei left the Purple Cloud Palace and returned to his Daoist Sanctuary.
Come to think of it, the Heavenly Dao still did not seem to have assigned him any work.
But Yang Mei thought, No work? Fine by me. That's just how I like it!
Now that he had attained Enlightenment of the Dao, he wanted to comprehend the Time Great Dao next.
So Yang Mei had no desire to waste his time elsewhere.
He had no interest whatsoever in Hongjun's position as Dao Ancestor. What use was it?
As long as the Heavenly Dao did not move against him, Yang Mei, a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, could go wherever he pleased in the Primordial World!
Of course, Yang Mei had probably grown used to being a shut-in. Even after attaining Enlightenment of the Dao, he rarely went out.
That was only natural. He genuinely had nothing else to do.
Hongjun preached to all living beings only because the Heavenly Dao had assigned him the task.
As for roaming the Primordial Wilderness in search of opportunities?
What a joke!
As a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, Yang Mei could learn everything about the Primordial Wilderness with a single thought, unless the Heavenly Dao forbade him from knowing it.
Thus, he knew exactly what opportunities the Primordial World held.
The trouble was that the Heavenly Dao would never let him take what he wanted, such as the Chaos Bell.
Anything that caught Yang Mei's eye had to be a supreme