Zixiao Palace stood beyond the thirty-three heavens of the Great Luo Immortal Realm. Above it lay a weak point in the barrier between Heaven and Earth. Though it was not the Chaos, vast streams of chaotic energy still seeped through, mingling with the raging innate elements of Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire. Without Great Divine Ability, it was difficult to pass through. Being able to hear the Dao in Zixiao Palace was itself a great opportunity; how much one could comprehend was another opportunity altogether.
Everyone's Dao was different, so the Dao heard from Dao Ancestor Hongjun sounded different to each person—sometimes as different as heaven and earth.
A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. Then a calm voice rang out. Despite their cultivation, none of them could tell where the speaker was. It was as though the voice had sounded right beside their ears. "Three thousand years have passed. I shall lecture on the Dao for the second time in Zixiao Palace beyond the thirty-three heavens. All who can reach it may listen."
Everyone was stunned. There were still Great Divine Ability users in this world? Just as Dao Ancestor Hongjun's words faded, a cultivator covered in wounds arrived. He collapsed to the ground as soon as he entered, while the shadow of a pagoda wavered above him before swiftly merging into his body.
Though the pagoda's shadow vanished in an instant, it could not escape the notice of these powerful figures. The treasure pagoda had six tiers and an octagonal base, with a golden bell hanging from each corner. Strange ancient script covered its four sides, resembling tadpoles and flickering without pause. Golden light shone from its entire body, and auspicious colors shimmered around it. Three ancient, desolate characters were engraved on its base.
Tongtian's