Opportunity, It's Outside the Door!

Meanwhile.

Inside the Preaching Hall.

Taiqing and Yuanshi, who had been meditating, suddenly opened their eyes.

"Elder Brother!"

"Some cultivators have arrived!"

"But compared to us, they are much slower!"

Yuanshi spoke.

A smile on his face.

Taiqing nodded lightly in agreement.

"Indeed!"

"We have been here long ago; in contrast, they are several times slower than us!"

"But we are of Pangu's Orthodox Lineage!"

"It is only fitting!"

"Elder Brother speaks truly!"

Yuanshi's face held no less of a smile.

Full of pride.

As Pangu's Orthodox Lineage.

Was it not only natural to arrive at Lei Jun Palace so much earlier than other cultivators?

Even if the time were longer.

It would still be normal.

Yuanshi thought so.

However.

Just as he was thinking, a phantom figure appeared on the prayer mat beside him.

In the next instant, this phantom.

Became utterly solid. Looking closely, it was a cultivator.

But this cultivator's Dao Body was slightly different from Taiqing and Yuanshi's.

Though humanoid.

It bore clear traits of its original form, actually having feathers.

Suddenly.

Yuanshi's eyes widened, and he barked.

"This is Lei Jun Palace, the dojo of a Sage. How dare a wet-born, egg-hatched creature like you sit in the front row, right beside This Seat?"

"Rise at once!"

"Move to the back!"

Before his words had even fallen.

The cultivator being scolded by Yuanshi froze for a moment.

But quickly.

The cultivator came to his senses, fury and aura spilling out from him simultaneously.

At the same time.

An irate voice rang out.

Slightly disdainful.

"Ha~"

"A Late Da Luo dares to be so arrogant?"

"This One is a Peak Da Luo. What business is it of yours where I sit?"

"If you piss me off..."

"Believe it or not, This One will make you give up your seat for me!"

This cultivator was none other than Kunpeng.

Long ago.

He had found Lei Jun Palace.

But because the palace gates had not opened.

So.

He could only sit in front of the door.

But precisely because of that, his time comprehending the Plaque Inscription was also the longest!

As for cultivation...

Naturally, he left everyone else in the dust.

Just like his speed—not quite in a league of his own, but still something few could match.

Take Yuanshi, for example.

He was a minor realm behind...

Above Da Luo.

Even a single minor realm gap was enormous.

So.

Though the difference seemed small, under Kunpeng's momentum, Yuanshi's aura couldn't help but falter.

Completely on the back foot!

He had taken a loss.

Trying to scold someone else, only to be scolded himself.

The key point was...

In that first moment, he couldn't even react.

Let alone retort.

Yuanshi never imagined that the cultivator beside him would actually have a higher cultivation than his own!

Sensing again.

Among the cultivators who entered later, there were even some higher than him!

Those at the same realm as him?

There were plenty to be found everywhere!

What was going on?

Was I not of Pangu's Orthodox Lineage?

Why did it seem like these cultivators were encountering better opportunities than him, Yuanshi?

At this moment.

Yuanshi was completely dumbfounded.

This suddenly appearing cultivator was actually stronger than him?

Something must have gone wrong.

After snapping out of it.

Yuanshi still couldn't quite believe it.

Because his roots were right here.

Born from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, the entire Primordial Wilderness owed him Karma.

Logically speaking.

Even if the opportunities he encountered weren't the best, they should still be among the top.

Opportunities.

To some extent, could be equated with cultivation.

Those with good opportunities.

Couldn't possibly have low cultivation.

Thus.

In Yuanshi's view, his own cultivation should, like his opportunities, rank among the best of his peers.

But now.

That understanding was shattered.

There wasn't just one or two cultivators with higher cultivation than Yuanshi!

If you added those at the same level.

There were thousands upon thousands!

Could it be...

He had sensed wrong?

But the aura behind him gave the exact answer.

Yes.

Among these two thousand or so cultivators, only a handful had cultivation below his Yuanshi.

That one with the mournful face, a bitter look plastered on it.

"Elder Brother!"

"Can our Western Region truly never rise?"

"Arriving late at Lei Jun Palace, not only did I fail to grasp the Daoist Script opportunity in time, but even the Prayer Mat positions inside Lei Jun Palace—I can only sit at the back!"

Zhun Ti wailed.

Drawing the attention of many.

Yuanshi was among them.

But his focus was on that phrase "Daoist Script opportunity."

Daoist Script?

In an instant.

His heart understood.

He recalled.

Back when they first arrived at Lei Jun Palace, that Daoist Script on the Plaque Inscription indeed held hidden profundity.

But at the time.

The gates of Lei Jun Palace were open, and the two thought the opportunities inside the palace were greater, so they hadn't lingered much.

Nor had they paid much attention to the Daoist Script.

Thinking back now.

Had they missed out on an opportunity?

At this moment.

Not to mention Yuanshi, even Taiqing was dumbfounded.

So...

Arriving early at Lei Jun Palace had actually put them at a disadvantage?

On the other side.

Some cultivators also realized this.

Staring at Taiqing and Yuanshi on the two foremost Prayer Mats, they were uncertain.

At the same time.

A hint of mockery crept in.

What did it matter if they reached Lei Jun Palace first?

The opportunity...

Was outside the door!

For a time.

No one paid any heed to Zhun Ti's lament.

In fact...

Even Yuanshi himself felt like joining in.

What a mess this was!

For now, the only hope was to place their faith in the Prayer Mats beneath them.

Vaguely.

Taiqing and Yuanshi had a premonition.

The Prayer Mats under them held secrets.

Those who also sensed the secrets were Jie Yin and Zhun Ti.

That was one reason for Zhun Ti's lament.

Inside the door, outside the door—two opportunities, surely they could get one?

Otherwise.

Could the Western Region still rise?

Impossible.

At this moment.

The cultivators on the six special Prayer Mats underwent a great change.

Taiqing and Yuanshi.

Needless to say.

First and second.

Although the two were not at the peak of cultivation, their luck was top-notch, which was truly astonishing.

Furthermore.

Taiqing's cultivation was approaching Peak Da Luo, and around him hovered the faint shadow of a golden small pagoda, clearly identifiable as a Supreme Treasure.

Thus.

No one chose to cause trouble here.

Even Kunpeng only retorted a couple of times without actually making a move.

Of course.

He did not stand up either.

Kunpeng cast a sidelong glance behind him. At his current level of cultivation, the number of beings in the entire Primordial Wilderness who could surpass him could be counted on one hand.

Give up his seat?

What a joke!

So.

Right after Yuanshi, it was none other than Kunpeng.

Relying on his cultivation and speed.

He seized the third Prayer Mat.

Further back.

There were also two at Peak Da Luo, slightly slower than Kunpeng but no weaker in cultivation, and in fact, they even edged ahead a little.

They were Di Jun and Tai Yi.

Occupying the fourth and fifth Prayer Mats respectively.

As for the last one.

It was taken by Dong Wang Gong!

As for...

the Cultivators who should have been in those seats.

Two were absent.

Two were at the bottom in cultivation.

They simply could not compete with the others.

As for trying to gain a good position by playing the victim.

That was out of the question.

Not a single Cultivator present was a fool.

Although many were weighing their options.

Whether the opportunities in Lei Jun Palace were better or those from the Daoist Script.

But for now.

No one had the thought of giving up their seat.

Everything.

Would have to wait until after the lecture ended.

Seeing that "playing the victim" was useless.

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti had no choice but to find a place to sit.

As they searched.

They consoled themselves.

There were still hundreds of empty Prayer Mats behind them.

No matter how bad it got.

They shouldn't end up at the very bottom, right?

But the next moment.

An aura, Mysterious and Profound and utterly irresistible, suddenly descended, and the two were stunned.

This was the presence of a Sage, wasn't it?

Since a Sage had appeared.

Did that mean...

the true lecture was about to begin?

And then, further on...

So no cultivators would come here, right?

Thus.

Still at the bottom!

For a moment.

Jie Yin and Zhun Ti stood frozen in place.

But at this time.

They weren't the only ones stunned.

There was also...

Hongjun.

To be precise.

He hadn't snapped out of it since earlier.

Long ago.

He calculated that Nüwa and the others were not in the Heaven Beyond Heaven.

He immediately made a judgment.

Sealing the main gate.

Waiting for their arrival before making further plans.

But now.

The time for the lecture could no longer be delayed, and dragging it out further was not an option.

So.

He opened the gate.

But this very choice instead caused the unforeseen turn of events to become even harder to control.

Who could have imagined.

That just the two Daoist Script characters on the Plaque Inscription would possess such power?

Elevating the cultivation of all cultivators by an entire tier!

This left Hongjun quite frustrated.

Then he looked at the seating order.

Hongjun was even more speechless.

Chaos!

Complete chaos!

In the trajectory of Fate.

Half of the important figures hadn't come!

To the point where he couldn't even say things like "the seating order cannot be changed from now on."

At this moment.

Hongjun manifested, appearing on the high platform.

Below was Lei Jun...

Two thousand guests?

To be precise, a little over two thousand.

Anyway, less than three thousand.

"We pay our respects to the Sage!"

A succession of salutations rang out.

No matter who.

None dared show disrespect to the Sage at this time, even though the lecture had been delayed considerably, they dared not ask questions.

Some even...

Admiringly said.

"Thank you, Sage, for bestowing the opportunity of the Daoist Script, allowing Dong Wang Gong to benefit greatly, breaking through two minor realms!"

Dong Wang Gong, seated on the sixth Prayer Mat.

Wore an expression of awe.

But after he spoke, for some reason, he suddenly felt a chill.

Pressure surged.

Hongjun cast a glance at him.

His gaze was utterly indifferent.

"The Daoist Script did not originate from this Old Daoist."

Speaking of this, Hongjun couldn't help but want to frown. If he hadn't already manifested before others, he certainly wouldn't have been able to maintain his composure.

If not for the Daoist Script...

Would the change have been this great?