Jinao Island.
Within Biyou Palace.
The boundless Dao Rhythm that had evolved for nearly one Kalpa finally dissipated slowly, returning to silence.
Zhou Ming and Sect Master Tongtian opened their eyes at almost the same time.
Zhou Ming let out a long sigh first. It carried a trace of regret, as well as a hint of relief.
"This debate on the Dao lasted nearly a Kalpa. I did gain something from it."
He sighed, then looked at Tongtian and nodded slightly.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Tongtian."
However, when Sect Master Tongtian heard this, there was no joy on his face. Instead, a deep sense of shame appeared.
"If you put it that way, Fellow Daoist, you're truly humiliating me."
He gave a bitter laugh, his entire bearing somewhat dejected.
"Your gains from this debate on the Dao were probably negligible, weren't they?"
"Instead, under your guidance, I not only gained a deeper understanding of my own Great Dao."
"Even my comprehension of Father God's Sky-Opening Mark far surpassed the results of my bitter cultivation over countless billions of years!"
The more Tongtian spoke, the heavier the guilt in his heart became.
"It was all because my comprehension of the Sky-Opening Mark Father God left behind was too shallow."
"I failed to provide you with the enlightenment you deserved. I have truly wronged you, and I have also failed Father God's legacy!"
Tongtian's heart was filled with frustration and self-reproach.
Before the debate on the Dao, he had thought that, since he bore the Sky-Opening Mark, he would certainly be able to help Zhou Ming greatly.
But once the debate truly began, he discovered in horror—
The insights Zhou Ming sought from the Sky-Opening Mark.
He himself only understood them vaguely. What he could display was merely the tip of the