Can't Understand the Dao Ancestor's Sermon? Sorry, Have You Heard of Getting Stronger While Sleeping!

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, the atmosphere was extremely strange.

On the high platform, Old Ancestor Hongjun's eyes, as indifferent as the firmament, swept lightly over those below.

According to the original Heavenly Dao's grand trend deduction, at this very moment, the two brothers from the West should have already utilized their thick-skinned specialty, crying at the foot of the golden steps, disrupting the entire scene, forcing Hongyun to give up his seat, and then teaming up to squeeze out Kunpeng.

This way, the West would owe Hongyun a massive debt of karma, and Kunpeng would also resent Hongyun for it, laying the groundwork for Hongyun's future death.

This was the perfect script.

But what about now?

Taiyuan, along with the two brothers, were slumped in the far back corner of the hall like three salted fish, drinking tea, crossing their legs, and not even glancing at the six Saint position cushions.

Hongyun was still sitting foolishly in the fifth seat, happily looking around.

Kunpeng, with a sinister expression, occupied the sixth seat, gripping the edge of the cushion tightly with both hands, as if afraid someone would snatch it. Although a bit disheveled, he had ultimately secured his spot.

The gears had jammed.

This meticulously planned Heavenly Dao scheme had collapsed at the very first step.

Hongjun's eye corners twitched slightly. His gaze pierced through layers of void, looking deeply at Taiyuan, who was leisurely sipping tea.

Who is this person... this variable?

How could he completely ignore the temptation of a Saint's position?

Never mind.

Although the Heavenly Dao's grand trend had a minor alteration, it was irreversible. This Dao still had to be taught.

As for the trio from the West, since they had entered the game, their accounts would be settled later.

Hongjun collected his thoughts and no longer bothered with the chaotic lines of karma. He pressed his hands down, and a vast, boundless Saint's pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall, causing the previously somewhat noisy hall to fall into utter silence.

"Silence."

His voice was not loud, yet it resonated like a great bell, shaking the soul.

Immediately after, obscure and profound Heavenly Dao sounds began to echo within the Purple Cloud Palace.

"The Great Dao is formless, yet it is the source of all things. All beings rely on it for life, yet it claims no credit. Its accomplishments are not named..."

As Hongjun began his lecture, auspicious phenomena arose.

In the originally empty void of the hall, golden lotuses bloomed out of nowhere, all condensed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They dissolved upon touching the ground, nourishing the primordial spirits and physical bodies of everyone present.

Above the firmament, colorful flower rain descended, each petal carrying a subtle fragment of law.

This was a Saint lecturing on the Dao.

Words followed law, and Dao rhythm manifested.

This was the first great opportunity since the Great Desolation's creation, and even a slight comprehension could equate to ten thousand years of arduous cultivation.

On the six cushions in the front row.

Laozi's eyes were slightly closed, the auspicious clouds above his head churning, clearly having entered a state of deep immersion.

Primordial Heavenly Lord's expression was solemn, his brows furrowing and relaxing intermittently, as if striving to capture fleeting sparks of inspiration.

Sovereign of Heaven's body was filled with surging sword energy, listening with rapturous intoxication.

Nuwa's delicate brows were slightly furrowed, seemingly finding some parts difficult to comprehend.

However.

Apart from these individuals with profound origins, the other great cultivators were not faring so well.

What Hongjun was teaching was the supreme Saint's Dao, the foundation for later achieving enlightenment by severing the three corpses. For this group, most of whom were still struggling in the Grand Unity Golden Immortal and Grand Luo Golden Immortal realms, it was like a primary school student listening to advanced calculus.

They truly couldn't understand it!

The brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi's bodies were filled with surging True Sun Fire, veins bulging on their faces, a sign of magical power backlash from forcibly memorizing the Great Dao's profound words.

Houtu and the other Ancestor Witches were scratching their heads and pacing. They did not possess primordial spirits to begin with, and listening to these profound and abstruse Dao methods was like listening to heavenly scriptures. They were anxious and pacing on the spot, yet dared not make a sound.

What's more.

Several great rogue cultivators with weaker cultivation bases, due to forcibly trying to comprehend the incomprehensible supreme principles of the Great Dao, their primordial spirits vibrated violently. With a "puff," they spat out a mouthful of golden blood on the spot, their faces turning as pale as paper.

Even so, no one dared to be distracted.

With bloodshot eyes, they stared intently, even if it meant bleeding from all seven orifices, they had to engrave every word into their minds.

This was the difficulty of seeking the Dao, harder than ascending to heaven.

This was supposed to be a tragic scene of all beings seeking the Dao and struggling to cross the sea of suffering.

But just then.

The perspective shifted to the luxurious "VIP box" at the back of the hall.

Taiyuan put down his Enlightenment Tea cup, stretched lazily, and yawned.

"What is all this nonsense he's talking about? It's making me sleepy."

He muttered.

This wasn't him showing off; as a transmigrator with a System, he wasn't following Old Ancestor Hongjun's path of severing three corpses at all.

This kind of dry, boring theoretical lesson was the best lullaby for him.

"Second brother, third brother, you listen slowly. Don't force yourselves if you don't understand; you might damage your brains. I'm going to catch up on some sleep."

After speaking.

Taiyuan, under everyone's gaze (though no one dared to look back), pulled out an incredibly exquisite eye mask from his robes.

[Supreme Silkworm Silk Eye Mask (Houtian Merit Spirit Treasure)]

This item had no other function besides excellent light-blocking properties. Once worn, it automatically isolated external noise and emitted a calming fragrance, allowing one to sleep soundly even in the heart of a battlefield.

He put on the eye mask.

He adjusted the angle of his recliner to achieve the most relaxed 135-degree angle.

He crossed his hands over his abdomen.

In less than three breaths' time.

Taiyuan's body completely relaxed, his breathing becoming long and even.

This scene was precisely what Primordial Heavenly Lord, sitting in the front row and agitated by his inability to understand a passage of scripture, saw when he turned his head to look.

Primordial Heavenly Lord was almost furious enough to twist his nose.

He was here, feeling dizzy and confused, even burning his vital blood to forcibly deduce the principles, all for a sliver of Dao insight.

And this Taiyuan!

In the face of this Saint's dojo and supreme opportunity, he actually put on an eye mask and slept?

"Rotten wood cannot be carved!"

Primordial Heavenly Lord sneered inwardly, his eyes filled with even greater disdain. "As expected of a barbarian from the West, utterly ignorant of the preciousness of the Great Dao. Wasting such an opportunity, he will surely be lost in the masses in the future."

"This kind of person is not worthy of sharing the Purple Cloud Palace with us."

It wasn't just Primordial Heavenly Lord.

Several other Great Powers who had slightly lost focus also noticed this scene, revealing expressions of disdain or schadenfreude.

Sleeping?

Go ahead and sleep!

When you wake up, you'll find we've already left you a hundred thousand miles behind!

Just as this sense of superiority arose in everyone's hearts.

The next moment.

This sense of superiority was ruthlessly crushed by an invisible hand.

"Hoo... snore..."

A very faint, yet extremely penetrating snore suddenly rang out.

The snore was weak at first, echoing only within their small circle of three.

But soon, a strange thing happened.

The rhythm of this snore actually achieved a bizarre and perfect resonance with Old Ancestor Hongjun's current preaching speed and cadence—that is, the so-called frequency of the Great Dao!

When Hongjun said, "Dao gives birth to One," the snore would softly rise, like the nascent sun.

When Hongjun said, "One gives birth to Two," the snore would elongate and turn, like the union of Yin and Yang.

Accompanied by this rhythmic snoring.

Around Taiyuan's body, layers of dreamlike, colorful bubbles began to appear.

Within each bubble, it seemed as if a miniature Taiyuan was practicing martial arts, absorbing spiritual energy, and creating worlds.

[Law of Dreams · Great Dream of Three Thousand]

This was a cheat-like law that allowed one to grow stronger just by sleeping!

Boom!

Taiyuan's previously calm aura suddenly surged upwards without warning.

Mid-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal... peak!

Breakthrough!

Late-stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal!

The spiritual energy vortex generated by the breakthrough directly swept up all the falling Golden Lotuses from the ceiling and swallowed them in one gulp.

Moreover, this breakthrough was extremely stable. There was no sign of his aura being unstable or his face contorted in pain, unlike Di Jun and Tai Yi, who had forcibly comprehended the Dao.

Taiyuan slept so soundly that he even smacked his lips and turned over.

His cultivation rose rapidly like this.

Even faster than the Three Pure Ones sitting on the front-most cushions!

Primordial Heavenly Lord, who had just been mocking Taiyuan as "rotten wood" in his mind, froze completely upon sensing a breakthrough aura behind him that was even more stable and profound than his own.

He stared intently at the figure enveloped in a colorful, dreamlike halo, his eyeballs nearly popping out. His Dao Heart instantly crumbled, and he almost spat a mouthful of blood onto the jade steps before him.

What kind of logic is this?

We struggle to death, spitting up blood three liters, just to barely deduce a tiny bit.

You take a nap, let out a snore, and directly achieve enlightenment and breakthrough?

Is there any justice left?

Is there any law left?

This slap in the face came so fast and so hard that all the mighty beings present, who considered themselves geniuses, felt their faces burning with pain.

And at this moment.

No one was more distressed than Old Ancestor Hongjun on the platform.

He was explaining an extremely profound Law of Space, which required extremely precise speed and pauses to guide the Dao resonance.

However.

The "snore... snore... snore..." drilled into his ears with an almost demonic persistence.

It was like you were reciting poetry with deep emotion, and someone next to you was using a rhythmic subwoofer to keep the beat.

The key was that the beat was incredibly accurate!

So accurate that Hongjun unconsciously wanted to punctuate his sentences according to the rhythm of the snoring.

The originally smooth pronouncements of the Great Dao began to become somewhat halting.

"Heaven and Earth... snore... are not benevolent... snore..."

A vein throbbed faintly on Hongjun's forehead.

He forcefully tried to maintain his rhythm, ignoring the demonic sound.

But this required not only resisting the corrective force of the Heavenly Dao's momentum but also fighting against the noise interference that echoed in his ears at all times.

Finally.

When he reached the crucial point of "Profound and yet more profound, the gate to all wonders."

Taiyuan suddenly let out a "loud snore" that was absolutely unheard of in this era, high-pitched and with a trill at the end.

"Hoo--HA!"

This sound was like a divine stroke.

It directly threw off Hongjun's rhythm.

Hongjun's lips trembled. The word "gate" he was about to utter hadn't left his mouth before his tongue, under the unexpected change in rhythm, got tied.

"All wonders... mmmph!"

A heavily suppressed groan.

This Dao Ancestor, who embodied the Heavenly Dao, the foremost Saint of the Great Desolation.

In this solemn and grand lecture hall.

He fiercely bit his own tongue.