The Sermon Ends, Qingyuan Meets His Disciples in Private, and Candle Dragon Is Asked if He Wants to Become a Saint-Will the Heavenly Emperor Come Knocking?

East Sea, Golden Ao Island.

At Tianlang Cliff, Qingyuan abruptly stopped his sermon. He cupped his hands toward the sea of cultivators below and apologized. "Fellow Daoists, today's sermon ends here. Please leave in an orderly fashion, and take care not to cause a crush or trample anyone."

"Listening to a sermon is a good thing, but if it leads to disaster, that would be another matter."

He smiled and cupped his hands to the countless cultivators.

Hearing his words, the countless cultivators

felt deeply honored and returned the salute to the figure seated on the cushion.

"Dao Teacher, we will never forget your kindness in preaching to us! Without your sermon, I might still be stuck in the Mystic Immortal Realm, unable to comprehend the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit!"

"Exactly! Without you, Dao Teacher, how could we have had the chance to break through today? Please accept our bow!"

"We'll remember your instructions, Dao Teacher. We would never dare leave in disorder!"

"Please accept our bow, Dao Teacher! Thank you for imparting the Dao, teaching us, and answering our questions!"

"Boundless Heavenly Venerate..."

For a time,

tens of millions of cultivators voiced their gratitude with deep respect.

Countless others kowtowed, thanking Qingyuan for his kindness.

Though they were cultivators of the East Sea, and some were Interception Sect Outer Disciples, Registered Disciples, or members of Disciple of the Sect of Interception lineages, they had almost no chance to comprehend the methods taught by a Saint.

A Saint's teachings were intricate, mysterious, and unfathomably profound.

After just a few sentences, they would either grow drowsy or become dizzy, blood streaming from their seven orifices.

They simply could not take it in.

By contrast, Qingyuan, the Vice Sect Master of Intercepting Sect, taught with extraordinary care. He even explained the insights