A streak of light descended over Kunlun Mountain, and Xuanqing landed atop He Mountain.
Sweeping the area with his divine sense, he found that the four disciples he had taken in, including Song Xuan and Luyao, were all meditating in seclusion in their respective caves.
Xuanqing returned to his own cave as well, intending to rest and consolidate his cultivation.
But the moment he sat down, his mind involuntarily returned to the vast amounts of merit that had poured into him when he repaired the Western Lands' ley lines, and to the many insights he had gained when he broke through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.
Those insights surged through him like a tide, chaotic and complex. Though he had already absorbed them, he still needed to sort them out before he could truly put them to use.
I know. I should hold a preaching. Xuanqing's eyes lit up.
Preaching was an opportunity for those who listened, but it was also a form of cultivation for the one who preached.
Systematically explaining what he had learned and comprehended in words
was itself an excellent way to organize his thoughts.
It would also deepen his understanding of the Great Dao.
By preaching, he could connect those scattered insights into a coherent whole and fully stabilize his Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.
Besides, preaching to the beings of He Mountain, awakening their intelligence, and helping them embark on the path of cultivation was itself a meritorious deed.
Though that bit of merit was only a drop in the ocean compared to the vast amount he had accumulated, every little bit added up, and it could only be a good thing.
Most importantly, it would strengthen his karmic connection with He Mountain and make the mountain truly the foundation of his cultivation.
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