As time passed, the Dao's meaning grew deeper, progressing from the shallow to the profound and from the simple to the complex. At first, the Three Pure Ones could still listen with smiles, their expressions relaxed. But after only a moment, their brows had quietly furrowed. The light in their eyes had not faded, yet it had gained a hint of solemnity.
If even they found it difficult, the others were even worse off.
They had barely been able to keep up before, but now they were completely lost, their faces blank with confusion. Quite a few gradually withdrew their consciousness from the Great Dao and turned their attention to the four walls of Zixiao Palace. They were covered in divine abilities and Magic Arts, the Heaven and Earth Supreme Principles. Every character contained Tianji and shone brightly at a glance.
If I can't understand the Great Dao, I might as well learn some practical divine abilities first, someone thought. They immediately calmed their minds and began comprehending the mysteries of the Magic Arts carved into the walls.
Zixiao Palace was located in the depths of Deep Chaos, where Innate Spiritual Energy was as dense as syrup. It was also the place closest to the core of the Great Dao, making comprehending these Dharma Gates twice as effective with half the effort. In only a short time, the auras of many cultivators rose steadily, and their cultivation surged.
Unfortunately, they did not understand.
All manner of divine abilities were merely flashy branches and leaves; a thousand kinds of Magic Arts ultimately amounted to nothing more than minor unorthodox skills. In the eyes of a Saint, they were all inferior paths. Only that resplendent Great Dao was the true path home. Once one principle was understood, all techniques became clear. Those