Within the great hall, that single word, "Dao," seemed to transform into eternity.
The moment that word, "Dao," fell, the consciousness of everyone in the hall was drawn at once into a boundless, endless void.
There was no heaven, no earth, no chaos.
Only the Great Dao itself.
Zhou Ming's preaching of the Dao had no specific words, no elaborate discourse.
He merely displayed his understanding of the Great Dao, in the most direct and purest way, within each person's Primordial Spirit.
Zhen Yuanzi was the first to lose all perception of the outside world.
His Primordial Spirit sank into a vast, heavy earth, while countless laws wove and re-formed around him.
Tongtian's sword dao origin trembled violently under the scouring of this Dao Rhythm, and countless new strands of sword intent were born from the void.
Houtu, Dijiang, Zhurong... the Primordial Spirits of the Twelve Ancestor Witches all fell into some deep resonance at the same time, the Great Dao origins within their bodies madly absorbing the Dao Rhythm Zhou Ming emanated.
Wang Shu had her eyes closed. Her Space Law was peeled open layer by layer within this Dao Rhythm, revealing its most essential core.
All of them sank into the deepest level of comprehending the Dao.
No one knew how much time passed.
Perhaps it was an instant, perhaps tens of thousands of years.
Zhou Ming stopped.
The vast Dao Rhythm that permeated Pangu Hall slowly withdrew and returned once more into his body.
Outside the hall, the region in the chaos that had been smoothed flat by the Dao Rhythm also began churning again.
Zhou Ming opened his eyes and swept his gaze around.
Everyone in the hall remained seated cross-legged, motionless.
Around each person lingered the halo of their own Great Dao, laws circulating