829. Chapter 829: The Spirit Race

"Lecturing on the Dao and demonstrating its workings?"

Wu Ming smiled without answering, but inwardly he grumbled, Are they taking me for Hongjun? What a pity... For one thing, I have no plans to found a sect and proclaim myself its patriarch. For another... asking me to explain the Great Dao with nothing but empty words is far too childish. Could they be trying to get something for nothing?

He knew that as long as he agreed, these True Immortals of the Land would do anything to seize even the slightest opportunity. But they were rejected by the divine path; how many good things could they possibly have on hand?

"Man models himself on Heaven, Heaven models itself on the Dao, and the Dao models itself on what is natural. Why seek an explanation?"

Wu Ming looked around. Seeing the worried faces of so many gods, he spoke calmly.

Then he rose and leisurely walked out of the Hundred Gods Hall. Not a single cultivator dared to stop him.

The old Daoists shared a troubled look and left the Main God Hall together. Wu Xingzi complained, "Brother Kunwu, you were too hasty. What if you offended the senior? What would we do then?"

"Indeed!"

Another old Daoist nodded repeatedly. "Since ancient times, the Dao has never been passed on to a sixth person. And this is a place teeming with gods... Aren't you afraid of exposing our cultivators' secrets? Perhaps the senior deliberately did this because he knew as much."

"So there's still hope for this after all?"

Several Daoists wore slightly relieved expressions as they looked toward the Continent of Seer, though no one could tell what was really on their minds.

"The gods joining forces?"

Wu Ming paid it little heed.

Recalling the day's decision, he fell