Dao Ancestor's Personal Seal, Primordial World's First Questionnaire!

The Dao Ancestor himself... is going to personally fill out the form!

Chen Changsheng's words struck like a thunderclap on flat ground, like a divine light from the Creation of Heaven and Earth, instantly scattering the boundless fear weighing on Tongtian, Duobao, and Zhao Gongming—fear enough to crush even a Sage.

The expressions of the three froze in that moment, like statues carved from eternal stone.

They looked at the natural, even gratified smile on Chen Changsheng's face—the smile of someone whose "customer had finally come around."

Then they looked at the Purple Gold Jade Slip quietly floating in his hand, just returned from the Purple Firmament Palace.

On the slip, the character "Hong?" still radiated a supreme heavenly might that made their Primordial Spirits tremble.

But now, under Chen Changsheng's interpretation, that heavenly might seemed... to have changed flavor.

"Sh... Junior Brother..."

Daoist Duobao's voice was hoarse, as if scoured by chaotic Gale Winds for eons.

"You... you're saying... the Dao Ancestor himself isn't... interrogating us?"

"Of course not."

Chen Changsheng spoke with absolute certainty, holding the jade slip in his palm like a rare treasure.

"Senior Brother, think about it. If the Dao Ancestor were enraged, he would send down Purple Firmament Divine Thunder—a heavenly punishment, a Killing Tribulation capable of felling even a Sage."

"If he were ignoring us, this jade slip would have sunk into the sea without a trace, and we wouldn't receive even a single response."

"But he sent it back, and even added a question mark."

Chen Changsheng pointed at the "?" with eyes gleaming with wisdom, beginning his earnest nonsense.

"What does that mean?"

"It means the Dao Ancestor himself is interested in our 'process'! He approves!"

"But since this is his first time encountering our advanced way of doing things, he's unfamiliar with forms—a groundbreaking communication tool—and doesn't know how to proceed. That's only natural."

"So, by returning the jade slip with a question mark, he's actually conveying a message in a very tactful, high-EQ way."

Chen Changsheng paused, his tone growing heavier.

"'This form... We don't understand it. Send someone who knows what they're doing to teach Us!'"

Sect Leader Tongtian: "..."

Daoist Duobao: "..."

Zhao Gongming: "..."

The three Jie Sect bigwigs felt their worldview being repeatedly reshaped by a Supreme Great Dao named "Chen Changsheng."

So... that's how you interpret it?

"Therefore, we must not retreat. Instead, we need to bring twelve parts of professionalism and enthusiasm to serve the Dao Ancestor—our most honored and important potential customer since the founding of the Calamity Aversion Department!"

Chen Changsheng's words were filled with undeniable incitement.

He swept his gaze around and issued orders with solemn authority.

"Senior Brother Duobao!"

"Disciple is here!"

Duobao jolted, instinctively bowing in response.

"You are to immediately issue my decree: at the mountain gate of Golden Ao Island, set up a 'Dao Ancestor Form-Filling Special Seat'!"

"The table must be forged from Buzhou Mountain's Divine Iron, to symbolize stability."

"The cushion must be woven from ten-thousand-year Calming Sea Divine Coral tributed by the East Sea Dragon Clan, to symbolize reverence."

"Brush, ink, paper, inkstone... no, no need for brush and ink."

Chen Changsheng shook his head, raising the jade slip.

"The Dao Ancestor himself has already mailed us the pen!"

At these words, the three trembled again.

They suddenly looked at the Green Bamboo Brush floating in midair, and their expressions shifted instantly.

So... that brush meant that?!

"Senior Brother Zhao Gongming!"

"Here!"

"You are to immediately mobilize all disciples in our sect proficient in formations to lay down the 'Ten Thousand Immortals Auspicious Array' around the special seat! When the array activates, there must be three thousand purple mists rising, eight hundred golden lotuses covering the ground, celestial music playing of its own accord, and exotic fragrances filling the air!"

"We must create an atmosphere of 'professionalism, solemnity, and an excellent user experience'!"

"Disciple... accepts the order!"

Zhao Gongming's blood was boiling too; he felt that participating in such an unprecedented event was more thrilling than winning a Sage war.

As Chen Changsheng issued command after command, the entire Golden Ao Island—this massive war machine armed to the teeth with "processes"—once again roared into high gear in the most unimaginable way.

Countless disciples flew out from their cave dwellings, confusion written on their faces, yet their movements were swift beyond compare.

Some moved Divine Iron, some transported coral, some laid down formations...

The place that had once been a killing ground capable of making even Sages retreat was, in the span of just half a shichen, transformed into something more solemn than a Sage's sermon, more lavish than the Heavenly Emperor marrying off his daughter... an open-air office?

When that desk—forged from a single piece of Buzhou Mountain's Divine Iron, its surface inscribed with the runes of the Three Thousand Great Daos—was firmly set down at the very center of the mountain gate.

Every single disciple of the Jie Sect held their breath.

Sect Leader Tongtian stood atop the Jade Palace, gazing down at that scene—both absurd and solemn—and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He suddenly felt that Yuanshi's defeat... wasn't entirely unjust.

Just then.

Chen Changsheng took a deep breath, cradling that "Dao Ancestor Exclusive Version 2.0 Survey Form," and step by step, walked before the Divine Iron desk.

He did not sit down.

Instead, he reverently laid that Jade Slip flat at the very center of the desk.

Then, he made a distant bow toward the Green Bamboo Brush hovering in midair.

"Humbly request the Dao Ancestor to set brush to paper."

Having done all this, he withdrew to the side, stood with hands at his sides, and waited in silence.

Time, at this moment, seemed to freeze once more.

One breath.

Ten breaths.

A hundred breaths.

Nothing happened.

That brush still hovered silently.

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That form still lay there, quiet and still.

Some disciples of lower cultivation had cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

Even Zhao Gongming, who had been brimming with confidence just moments ago, felt his heart begin to waver.

The Dao Protector... he hasn't actually overplayed his hand this time, has he?

Sect Leader Tongtian's brow furrowed tightly once more.

Yet Chen Changsheng remained calm.

His back was straight as a ramrod.

There was not a trace of wavering in his eyes.

He was gambling.

Gambling that Hongjun, as the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, held an extraordinary interest in new concepts like "order" and "rules."

And gambling that this supreme existence possessed a breadth of vision worthy of his station.

Finally.

Just as the oppressive atmosphere was about to reach its peak.

A sudden change occurred!

That unremarkable Green Bamboo Brush, hovering in midair, trembled faintly without any warning.

Huummm—!

A soft hum, as if emanating from the very origin of the Great Dao.

Daoist Duobao clenched his fists tightly.

Zhao Gongming instinctively stepped back half a pace.

Sect Leader Tongtian's pupils abruptly contracted.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of shocked, fervent, and unbelieving eyes.

That brush moved.

It did not erupt with any earth-shaking momentum; instead, as if grasped by an invisible hand, it drifted lightly down onto that Divine Iron desk.

The tip of the brush hovered above the survey form.

It did not dip into ink, nor did it need to.

As the brush tip trembled slightly, strands of a mysterious yellow radiance, condensed from pure Heavenly Dao laws, began to gather at the bristles.

And then.

It fell.

First question.

[Regarding the core driving force of this "Elucidate Dao" project, what is your primary demand?]

The brush tip paused briefly over the four options.

Then, without hesitation, it drew a smooth circle imbued with supreme Dao Charm over the last option.

[D. All of the above.]

Second question.

[Regarding the potential impact of the "Process Dao," which aspect concerns you the most?]

The brush tip swept across, again landing on the last option.

[D. To whom does the final right of interpretation of the process belong?]

Third question.

[If this project succeeds, what do you consider the most reasonable method of profit distribution?]

Without any delay.

The brush tip once again precisely circled the option that made even Sect Leader Tongtian gasp for air.

[D. Master, just give whatever you see fit.]

When the last circle was drawn.

The entire Golden Ao Island fell into a dead silence.

Everyone stared at the three circled "D"s on the Light Screen, feeling as if their very understanding had been utterly overturned in that moment.

The Dao Ancestor...

Had actually filled it out!

And... filled it out so... down-to-earth?!

Sect Leader Tongtian looked at that "Master, just give whatever you see fit," the corners of his eyes twitching wildly.

He suddenly felt that between this youngest disciple of his and the Dao Ancestor, there existed a certain... cross-generational understanding that he could not comprehend.

Yet, the matter was not over.

Just as everyone thought everything had settled.

That brush, after completing all the multiple-choice questions, moved upward again, arriving at the bottommost section: [User Experience and Feedback Suggestions].

It paused over the four options there.

Finally, it gently placed a checkmark on the first option.

[A. Very clear, obvious at a glance.]

Having done all this, the Green Bamboo Brush flashed with light, about to dissolve into nothingness and return to chaos.

But just before it vanished.

It suddenly halted.

The brush tip turned, and it returned to the main text area of the Survey Form!

Under everyone's horrified gaze.

The power of the Heavenly Dao laws converged wildly at the brush tip, condensing into a dazzling golden light.

Ignoring all formats and options, it swept across the blank space of the Jade Slip with a flourish, writing a line of vigorous, domineering, and supremely authoritative commentary in one go.

The golden light faded.

That line of text was clearly visible to every eye.

[This Dao touches the foundation of order; it may enter the Heavenly Dao, to observe its evolution.]

[Decree: Chen Changsheng is appointed as 'Flow Official,' to oversee the Sorting Out of processes across the Three Realms.]

[All disciples under the Sages shall know that this is a link in the operation of the Heavenly Dao, and act accordingly.]

After writing this final line, the Green Bamboo Brush's light dissipated completely, and it vanished without a trace.

Leaving only that "reviewed" Jade Slip lying quietly on the table, radiating a supreme golden light that even the Sages found striking.

And the entire audience of petrified Jie Sect Immortals.