Once everyone was seated, Hongjun began explaining the Three Corpses Severing Method.
But he had barely begun before he stopped again.
Puzzled, everyone looked toward the Sage.
Hongjun's expression remained calm. He lowered his gaze, looking through the Extraterrestrial Chaos toward the Primordial World.
Atop an ordinary mountain on the Northern Continent, a macaque with six ears sat with his eyes tightly shut. His ears twitched faintly, as though he were listening with all his might.
As those six ears moved, an indescribable resonance of the Dao flowed around him.
The Six-Eared Macaque's cultivation was not high, but his origins were extraordinary. All his innate powers lay in those six ears.
Their resonance was wondrous: they could hear sounds, discern principles, know what came before and after, and perceive all things.
Though he stood in the Primordial Wilderness, he could hear the Sage speaking in the Purple Cloud Palace beyond the chaos.
Of course, that was because Hongjun had not blocked him.
The Primordial Wilderness was vast, its living beings countless. Beings like the Six-Eared Macaque were hardly rare. Some could not reach the Extraterrestrial Chaos because their cultivation was too low or their Fortune too thin; others had no chance to enter the Purple Cloud Palace.
Yet the Heavenly Dao always left a thread of hope.
That was why beings like the Six-Eared Macaque could hear the Sage's sermon even from within the Primordial World.
Hongjun had turned a blind eye to it and paid them no mind.
The Six-Eared Macaque had missed the first two sermons because he had not yet been born.
At this Third Sermon, he finally had the chance to listen. Yet even the Three Pure Ones could barely follow it, their minds clouded and confused. What hope did the Six-Eared Macaque have?
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