Stone Turns into Immortal Mountain, Sword Grass Sheds Mortal Form

For a moment.

Everyone was speechless.

You could do that?

Furthermore.

The sound of it hitting the ground made people wince.

They even imagined.

What if it hit them?

It must hurt a lot, right?

Yang Mei had the most say on this matter.

Hearing that sound, he felt a certain part of his body ache again.

Even though he was no longer in his Dao Body human form.

After his true form manifested.

There were still obvious marks from being struck...

Not fully healed.

But even a stone this hard, when it hit the courtyard ground, didn't leave a single dent—not even a scratch!

"As expected of a place built from 'Dao'!"

"It's truly extraordinary!"

"Compared to this, this old man's true form can't even hold a candle to it!"

The only one who had been hit by the stone, Yang Mei.

Couldn't help but think.

His feelings ran deep.

The other cultivators.

Though they hadn't experienced it, they could still sense the stone's hardness.

And...

Its reverence for Lei Jun was almost exaggerated.

Yet.

What was even more exaggerated was yet to come.

A voice rang out.

"Celestial Venerable above!"

"I cannot kowtow ten thousand times like that stone, but I can bow and pay my respects to you!"

"Mm, not too many..."

"Let's just set it at a hundred million times!"

"No! It should be that every so often, I must express my gratitude and worship toward you, Celestial Venerable!"

As soon as the words fell.

The owner of the voice did exactly as it said.

Bowing and paying respects.

Its speed was so fast that without using Divine Sense, one couldn't see it clearly.

Looking again.

It was like countless Sword Lights, sharp beyond measure.

Stinging the eyes.

But the problem was.

This thing bowing like it was swinging a sword was a tiny blade of grass!

Not even ankle-high!

Absolutely absurd.

One had to wonder—what would the Celestial Venerable do in the face of this?

For a moment.

The cultivators' attention shifted back to Lei Jun.

Clearly.

They intended to decide their next move based on his reaction.

If Lei Jun was pleased.

"Then there's nothing more to say. Let's just follow suit."

Begin the "suck-up"!

The next moment.

Lei Jun lightly shook his head and smiled.

"Stop there. I don't fall for this!"

"Besides, you might fool others, but do you think you can fool me?"

"Kowtowing and bowing is a pretense. What you really want is for me to guide you two on your cultivation progress, isn't it?"

At these words.

Stone and Sword Grass both halted.

Their tone carried a hint of awkwardness.

But their style remained unchanged.

Stone spoke first. "The Celestial Venerable's eyes are like torches, seeing through my little scheme in a single glance!"

Sword Grass immediately retorted, "Stinky rock, are you slandering the Celestial Venerable? Seeing through your little scheme needs a glance? A single thought is enough!"

Hearing this, Stone didn't argue but instead fell into thought.

"Makes sense!"

Then.

Their attention returned to Lei Jun, but they didn't speak again.

Yet there was a thick sense of anticipation.

Clearly.

They hoped to receive Lei Jun's guidance.

Whether it was Stone repeatedly jumping up or Sword Grass's "Bowing Sword Technique," it was all the same.

Seeing this.

Lei Jun neither agreed nor refused.

He said.

"Others haven't even thought of it yet, but you two have already planned to seek my guidance. That counts as cleverness!"

"Pity you've misdirected it. It's only petty cunning, a minor path!"

"If you put that mind toward cultivation, why would you need my guidance?"

"Stay focused, and you shall attain the Great Dao!"

"If you two disagree, then recall how you fell back in the Primordial Wilderness. And why, in that era, you didn't even leave a name behind?"

As his words fell.

Not only Stone and Sword Grass, but all the other cultivators felt a sudden jolt in their hearts!

This was a Dao Sound!

Say nothing more, quickly record it.

The Celestial Venerable's words were simple, but that didn't mean they weren't profound.

The so-called Great Dao is simple.

True Dao can be explained in a few words, or even a single word.

It's just that the listeners lack the comprehension.

Hence the need for interpretation.

And now.

What Lei Jun said was exactly that.

Seemingly simple.

Yet it left the cultivators enraptured. Every word, every syllable, carried supreme Daoist Rhyme!

Allowing them to glean much from it.

Of course.

Different people comprehend to different degrees.

So how much they could grasp.

Depended on their insight.

For a moment.

Lei Jun's casual words were akin to preaching the Dao!

Even more crucially.

Any of the cultivators present, placed in the Primordial Wilderness, would be top-tier great powers!

Virtually without equal.

All were cultivators who had touched upon Hunyuan!

But even so.

After hearing a few words from Lei Jun, they could still comprehend much.

None knew how long had passed.

The cultivators came back to their senses.

Just as before.

They spoke in unison.

"We pay homage to the Celestial Venerable for granting us this opportunity!"

"No need."

Lei Jun shook his head, utterly indifferent.

Because to him.

It cost nothing.

And it could slightly boost the overall strength of the Small Courtyard.

After all, these cultivators.

For now, could only be said to have touched upon Hunyuan; to truly become Hunyuan, they still needed to improve a bit more.

As for what benefit this brought Lei Jun.

First.

Preaching the Dao is cultivating the Dao.

No need to elaborate.

Second.

These cultivators were also Lei Jun's "enforcers."

Perhaps they could provide some small assistance when he contended with beings beyond the Primordial Wilderness, or even beyond Chaos.

In short.

The benefits might not be obvious, but there were no drawbacks.

So.

A few words of guidance really counted for nothing.

At this moment.

The vast majority of cultivators went into seclusion again, afraid to miss any opportunity for enlightenment gained from Lei Jun.

But the Stone and the Sword Grass.

Did not leave.

They spoke.

"Celestial Venerable above, our intentions were impure. Though we bowed to you, our hearts held ulterior motives. We beg the Celestial Venerable to punish us!"

"We beg the Celestial Venerable to punish us!"

Punish?

Lei Jun pondered for a moment.

Then said.

"I see that you two are eager in your pursuit of the Dao, and originally did not wish to punish you."

"But since you insist..."

"Then I sentence you to guard the Courtyard Gate!"

"Until this Tribulation Period in the Primordial Wilderness ends."

"How about it?"

Guard the Courtyard Gate?

Until the Tribulation Period ends?

Without thinking too much, the Stone and the Sword Grass had no intention of refusing.

They even expressed gratitude.

Their stance was resolute.

"I thank the Celestial Venerable for bestowing this punishment!"

"We two shall guard the courtyard gate with all our might!"

Yet Lei Jun shook his head once more.

He waved a hand.

"No need for that. When it's time to relax, you two may also ease up. Go on, then."

As he spoke.

Stone and Sword Grass found themselves in a different place.

No longer within the courtyard.

But outside it.

And not at the gate.

The spot where they appeared was actually some distance from the courtyard.

Moreover.

Unlike inside the courtyard.

The Small Courtyard.

Was woven from Dao. No matter how profound these cultivators' true forms were, before the Dao, they were as ordinary as mundane objects.

Thus, no matter how wondrous that Stone was.

Inside the courtyard.

It truly was just a stone.

Unremarkable.

But once outside the courtyard, the situation changed.

As if some seal had been undone.

In an instant.

It suddenly expanded, transforming from a stone into a magnificent Immortal Mountain.

This was an Immortal Mountain forged by a cultivator comparable to Hunyuan!

And the Small Courtyard sat prominently atop the peak!

As for that Sword Grass.

For some reason, it remained just as ordinary.

And it kept muttering.

Its tone excited.

"This is no punishment—it's clearly a reward!"

At the same time.

In the endless expanse of Space-time far from this place, a Young Daoist felt a tremor in his Primordial Spirit at his brow, as if sensing something.

"An opportunity!"

"After countless years of divination, there's finally a result!"

This person was none other than.

Tongtian.

At this moment.

Tongtian could barely contain his excitement, even letting out a long breath.

To be honest.

He had been under immense pressure.

Because he had made a choice completely different from his two Elder Brothers.

No matter who looked at it.

They would likely deem it unwise.

To abandon a certain opportunity to hear a Sage's lecture, instead seeking a chance that might never be found—and even if found, whose nature was unknown.

The difference between an opportunity and a chance.

Lies in the former being more certain.

At least one could be sure it was a good thing.

The latter, not so.

Most of the time, not only does one need to comprehend it on their own, but it might not even be a good thing—it could just as easily be a bad one.

So, generally speaking.

When these two options are laid before a cultivator, they can make a judgment without much thought.

Clearly, the former is better.

What's more...

This is the first sermon ever given by a Sage in the history of the Primordial Wilderness!

There's no way one should miss it.

But Tongtian's choice.

Left everyone astonished.

In truth.

Don't even mention others—even Tongtian himself found it somewhat unbelievable.

He couldn't help but wonder.

What if the sign remained just a sign, and he never managed to find the opportunity?

Or rather.

Even if he did find it, what if the opportunity turned out to be mediocre?

What then?

When that time came...

He would probably have to suffer the consequences of his own actions.

But Tongtian had no regrets.

For now, though.

There was no need to think like that anymore.

He had already sensed the opportunity.

"It's definitely an opportunity!"

"There's no mistake!"

Tongtian was absolutely certain.

Because the feeling that arose in his heart at this moment was exactly the same as when the Ziwei Star had lit up countless Eons ago!

One must understand.

The reason his cultivation had surpassed Taiqing and Yuanshi after taking form.

Was precisely because of this intuition.

Now.

This intuition had appeared again—didn't that mean this was not just an opportunity, but a great opportunity!

It was in the bag!