A flicker of surprise passed through his heart, then he understood.
The corners of his lips lifted slightly as he nodded. "Rise."
"Thank you, Teacher."
The Demon Gods rose in turn, standing solemnly with their hands lowered, their every breath steeped in respect.
Indeed, after this sermon, it was as though clouds had parted to reveal the sun. In the past, they had relied only on instinct to bite and tear, charging recklessly with their divine abilities, utterly oblivious to the Heavenly Dao. Now, however, they could take their hearts as mirrors and their wisdom as lamps, sensing the pulse of the Great Dao at every moment and in every place.
Moreover, heavenly flowers rained down in profusion, golden lotuses emerged from the ground, and auspicious qi filled the six directions. The bearing of a Saint was plain for all to see, leaving the Demon Gods wide-eyed and holding their breath, admiration rising in their hearts.
Then there had been that heaven-toppling battle of Dao arts between him and the It-Transformed Freedom Heavenly Demon Lord, which had made All Gods secretly shudder, unable to calm themselves for a long while.
And when he subdued the World-Ending Great Mill—that unfathomable, supremely fierce and mysterious artifact capable of devouring stars and worlds—countless Demon Gods felt chills race down their spines, and reverence quietly seeped into their souls.
Each and every matter had piled up into a foundation. Added to that was the grace of enlightening their minds, deep as the sea. The title of "Teacher" was truly well deserved.
And Su Yang's origins and realm were indeed worthy of those two words.
Thus, he accepted them calmly, without the slightest pretense of refusal.
"I came from the Primordial World. Now that the passage between the two realms has opened, the number of