A golden light of merit shone in all directions, directly obscuring Hongjun's vision.
Even as a Heavenly Dao Saint, his sight was greatly hindered.
Hongjun looked out and could only barely make out the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Zhun Ti, and Kunpeng seated on the six Prayer Mats at the very front, as well as fewer than a hundred powerful Innate Divine Beings seated close behind the front row.
As for the more than two thousand Red Dust Guests at the back of the hall, they were all blocked by the golden radiance emitted from the enormous Golden Wheel of Merit behind Tianlu. He could not even see a single silhouette.
Hongjun stood on the high platform, silent for a moment as the corner of his mouth twitched.
He took a deep breath, looked at Tianlu, who was lying atop Cloud Treasure, and secretly transmitted his voice to him.
"Little friend, this Lecture Hall is a place for quiet cultivation. Could you put away that Golden Wheel of Merit?"
Hongjun was utterly bewildered. He controlled the general course of the Heavenly Dao and naturally knew everything that happened in the Primordial World.
Tianlu spent all day plucking every feather he came across in the Primordial World, overturning tables and snatching opportunities everywhere. He devoured not only spiritual roots but formations as well. When had he ever done even the slightest thing beneficial to Heaven and Earth?
Yet this fellow had somehow gathered such an enormous Golden Wheel of Merit. It simply defied the natural order of the Heavenly Dao.
Tianlu had been dozing on Cloud Treasure when Hongjun's voice transmission suddenly reached his ears. He curled his lip and replied without the slightest courtesy.
"Immortal Ancestor, you came to lecture on the Dao, not to recognize people."
"Just lecture on