Laozi's expression remained unchanged. He merely stroked his beard and smiled, his voice calm and peaceful:
"Since that is the case, if Dong Wangong truly falls into danger one day, we shall go and observe together.
"If our teacher intends it, he will naturally give us guidance. If he gives no indication, we can simply show our support."
In short, they would first see Hongjun's attitude before making a decision.
The other five silently nodded. They had no objections to this compromise.
With the matter temporarily settled, Yuanshi changed the subject:
"Everyone, now that this matter is clear, why not begin our discussion of the Dao as soon as possible?"
"Good." Laozi nodded and lightly flicked his sleeve robe. "I shall go first."
Thus, the six each spoke of their own insights into the Laws.
Laozi spoke of the Yin Yang Law, profound and mysterious, where illusion and reality gave rise to one another;
Yuanshi discussed the Law of Order, methodical and clearly structured;
Tongtian's Law of the Sword was razor-sharp, its sword intent crisscrossing freely;
Nüwa spoke of the Laws of Creation, full of vitality as all things evolved, stirring resonance within the listeners' hearts;
Bei Ming expounded on the Wind Law, vast and majestic, seemingly shapeless and invisible yet spread throughout Heaven and Earth;
And Jieyin spoke of the Law of Causality, linking past, present, and future.
Each of the six spoke for only five hundred years, making a total of three thousand years—exactly matching the duration of Hongjun's lectures in the past.
Within the great hall, spiritual light flowed and Dao Rhyme permeated the air;
The Six Disciples of the Mystic Gate each displayed their own Dao and proved their own principles.
When the discussion ended, the hall's Dao resonance gradually subsided. The Yinyun spiritual light slowly