A hundred eons drifted by in the blink of an eye.
The Calamity Qi over the Primordial World Earth had dispersed. Spiritual Qi hung in the air like mist; mountains and rivers gathered spiritual grace, vegetation flourished in rivalry, and all was a scene of tranquil prosperity.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches each traveled the four quarters, following the guidance of Xuanyuan and the Daluo Golden Immortals of the Origin. They searched everywhere for Chaos Demon God ruins, mending the flaws in their own Great Daos and silently accumulating the foundations needed to attain the Dao.
Meanwhile, the three teachings established by the Three Pure Ones also seized these rare peaceful years to open their gates far and wide, accept disciples, and pass down their Dao lineages.
There was no need to say much of the Jie Sect founded by Tongtian. With his and Xuanyuan's great renown, coupled with its policy of teaching without discrimination, it had long become a magnificent scene of Ten Thousand Immortals Come to Court.
Laozi's Human Teachings still strictly adhered to the principle of "Dao follows Nature." Whether disciples were accepted depended entirely on karmic affinity; quality mattered more than quantity.
His chief personal disciple, Xuandu, wore plain robes and carried bamboo slips, untouched by worldly dust. For more than ten million years, he had attended at Laozi's side every day, listening to the Sage's teachings and devoting himself to comprehending the myriad wondrous methods within Laozi's Scripture of Constant Clarity and Stillness and the Taiqing Dao De Scripture. His cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds.
He had now reached Grand Unity Golden Immortal Perfection. His Dao foundation was firm and his divine radiance contained; he needed only that final kick at the gate to attain the Dao Fruit of the Golden Immortal of the