Old Daoist Hongjun sealed Sect Master Tongtian with a single word, then turned his gaze toward the boundless Primordial World.
With that glance, he saw Zhunti and Jieyin hiding in the Spirit Mountain Dojo and conferring with each other.
He saw Grand Supreme Elder Laozi sitting upright in Eight Sceneries Palace.
He saw Nuwa in Wa Huang Tian.
He saw the divine soul imprint of Primordial Heavenly Venerate, curled up in the space containing the Primordial Origin of the Heavenly Dao and waiting to be resurrected.
The only thing he could not see was Lin Xuan preaching on Golden Ao Island.
That place seemed to be shielded by an unimaginably powerful force, preventing him from clearly seeing what was happening on Golden Ao Island.
However.
This had little effect on Old Daoist Hongjun.
In his eyes.
Things had not yet exceeded his control.
He was completely confident that he could control this great game of chess called the Primordial World.
If Lin Xuan wanted to cause trouble, then he could do as he pleased.
The bigger the commotion, the better.
After all, he possessed the strength to overturn the entire chessboard.
He was not afraid of Lin Xuan making trouble. In fact, he was even worried that Lin Xuan would not make enough trouble to disturb the Heavenly Dao.
After thinking this, Hongjun continued meditating with his eyes closed.
The inhuman aura emanating from his body immediately grew even denser.
Meanwhile, Sect Master Tongtian, who had been sealed, could only watch this scene anxiously in secret, unable to do anything.
Elsewhere.
On Golden Ao Island, Lin Xuan's sermon had begun.
Rumbling Great Dao Heavenly Sound echoed in the ears of the myriad Interception Sect immortals and the many Primordial Mighty Ones who had come rushing over.
What Lin Xuan was