Ten thousand years of discussing the Dao opens the path, Zixiao opens twice to teach quasi-sages.

"My disciple, I have three more Innate Spiritual Treasures that fit the Five Elements Laws here. Take them."

Donghua lightly brushed his sleeve, and three Innate Spiritual Treasures appeared, weaving into a Three Talents formation in the void.

The Earth Spirit Pearl was seen spitting out the essence of mountains, the Fire Spirit Pearl was wreathed in Nirvana True Flames, and the Golden Spirit Pearl was emitting sharp rays of Tai Bai.

All three Spiritual Treasures were top-grade Spiritual Treasures with thirty-six Innate Restrictions. As they hung before Kong Xuan, they even caused his innate Five-Colored Divine Light to circulate on its own.

"When you find the other two spirit pearls, you can set up the Lesser Five Elements Innate Grand Formation. Then, the Five Elements will cycle, giving birth endlessly."

Divine light surged in Kong Xuan's eyes. He was the first peacock in the world

The two looked solemn and reverent, speaking little. They simply cupped their hands in a salute to the assembled cultivators before raising their hands and performing hand seals.

Dao patterns flowed across the palace gates. Those two massive doors, which seemed to carry the weight of ancient ages, slowly opened amidst a deep rumbling sound.

Perhaps because the positions on the futon had already been decided last time, there was no opportunity for contention this time. As the cultivators entered the hall in an orderly fashion, they appeared exceptionally disciplined and well-arranged.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti took their seats on the six futons in succession.

The rest of the Innate Divine Beings tacitly found seats behind them and sat down peacefully on the ground.

For a time, the hall was utterly silent, with only Dao Rhyme flowing soundlessly.

When everyone had settled, on the cloud bed, myriad beams of light suddenly converged, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

A blurry figure materialized from the boundless Dao Rhyme, its form solidifying from nothingness to reality. It was none other than Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

The Sacred Beings dared not delay and bowed in unison, their voices shaking the hall:

"Juniors pay respects to the Sage Hongjun."

"Rise."

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor, maintained his usual serene expression. His ethereal Dao Sound resonated, clearly entering the sea of consciousness of every listener:

"This second sermon will cover the path of the Quasi-Saint."