Passing Down the Teachings

Ling Xiao returned once more, drifting lightly down beneath the Myriad Dao Tree.

He still wore a Sun Moon Star Robe, his long black hair dancing in the wind. Strikingly handsome, his entire being exuded an aura that compelled others to worship and bow their heads.

At that moment, his figure seemed reflected across the heavens and earth of the Primordial World, appearing before the eyes of countless billions of living beings.

It was a figure broader than heaven and earth itself, encompassing all things and creating all things.

"Dao Venerable!"

At almost the same time, Primordial World beings everywhere bowed down, calling out the Dao Venerable's true name.

Beneath the Myriad Dao Tree, a whole swath of people knelt in unison. Led by Ziwei, they were so excited their scalps tingled, looking nothing like sacred spirits who had endured through countless ages.

Ling Xiao's gaze swept across them one by one. His eldest disciple—and the only disciple he truly acknowledged—had now reached the sixth level of Primordial Taiji.

This level of cultivation was nothing in the Origin True Realm, nothing more than cannon fodder. But upon this land of the Primordial World, he was nearly an unprecedented powerhouse.

The other Primordial World experts—the Three Xiao Sisters, Yuan Feng, the Six-Eared Macaque, Yang Jian, who bore Pangu's inheritance, Qiangliang, the Six-Eared Macaque, Ao Qing, Fuxi, Green Lion, White Elephant, Zhao Gongming, Kong Xuan, Ao Zhan, Zhulong, Golden-Winged Roc, Holy Mother Jin Ling, Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit...

All of them had entered the Primordial Taiji level. Some were merely at the first level, while others had reached the third or fourth.

Such progress could not be called insignificant. After all, not everyone could be like him.

Such tremendous progress was inseparable from the Myriad Dao Tree. This peerless divine