Three thousand cultivators fell silent at the sound, gathering their breaths and spirits. They stopped comprehending the Dao Patterns on the wall, swiftly returned to their places, and quietly awaited the descent of the Great Dao.
In an instant, all sounds ceased.
A figure silently appeared atop the high platform. No one noticed when he had arrived, nor did they know how he had appeared. The three thousand great cultivators' hearts shook violently. What kind of means did one possess to ascend the platform without them sensing anything at all?
Looking up, they saw an old Daoist with completely white hair and beard standing silently on the platform. There was no radiance or splendor around him, yet a natural pressure spread from his body, as though the laws of heaven and earth all revolved around him.
This person was none other than Hongjun, the second Saint to attain the Dao after the Great Dao!
Hongjun's eyes opened slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three thousand cultivators below like an abyss. His voice rang out like a great bell, penetrating directly into their spiritual platforms:
"Your seating positions today will determine the order in the future. They must not be changed."
As soon as his voice fell, dragon roars and Phoenix Cries suddenly rang out together from Deep Chaos, echoing across the eight directions. Auspicious clouds surged in from the east, while Purple Qi Comes from the East stretched vast and mighty for three thousand zhang. Celestial Maidens scattered flowers, Immortal Music drifted faintly, countless Dao-rhyme symbols appeared in the void, and the Great Dao's voice poured into everyone's minds like a surging tide.
Strange phenomena emerged, and heaven and earth resonated.
The three thousand cultivators looked at one another in bewilderment. Only Hongjun, whose face had always been as still