Peerless joined in too

Joy and excitement filled the gathering, and everyone looked as though they wanted more. Such a discourse laid the Great Dao bare—could an ordinary person possibly deliver it?

A clamor rose as everyone began yearning to join the various academies. Once they enrolled, they could regularly listen to the elders expound the Dao.

Suddenly, another hazy figure appeared on the platform, seemingly existing neither in the present, nor in the past, nor in the future.

"Since you are in the mood, fellow Daoist, I shall join in the fun!"

The hazy figure looked at a young man in the crowd and smiled.

"Hmm..."

Low humming sounds emerged from deep in his throat, intermittent, sometimes rising, sometimes falling! Yet they reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity...

It was like humming a children's song, except there were no words, only a low hum carrying a wondrous rhythm.

Everyone was dumbfounded. What was going on? Wasn't this supposed to be a discourse on the Dao? Why had he started humming?

Quiet murmurs spread. The disciples were clearly baffled. If he was expounding the Dao, why wasn't he saying a single word?

Just then, the humming from deep in the hazy figure's throat grew lower, like rolling boulders, like a sudden clap of thunder.

Nothing could describe the sound coming from his throat. It was like the most primordial sound of all.

At that moment, the elders who had been utterly baffled all looked shocked. They hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground, closed their eyes, and listened quietly. Their faces turned deathly pale, and fine beads of cold sweat even covered their foreheads!

Their auras flickered uncertainly. One elder, as scrawny as a bamboo pole, looked horrified, his face waxen and his body trembling like a sieve. A trickle of blood actually ran from