"Hahaha, this segment with the juniors is quite good. It's my favorite part. Don't be fooled by their youth—when it comes to certain fields, they may have gone farther than we have."
"Ah, spying on these juniors in secret every time—aren't you ashamed?"
"Then don't listen."
"That won't do."
Within a great hall, elder-level figures stroked their beards as they watched the light screen before them. Displayed upon it was precisely the scene of the preaching.
Seated below were Heavenly Immortal elders from the three great sacred lands. These Heavenly Immortal elders, who were usually lofty and untouchable, were now listening with great relish.
These old fellows would not casually discuss the Dao with one another. Everyone kept their little reserves tightly hidden, and no one was willing to reveal them.
Thus, there was seldom any exchange between them regarding cultivation. But once, an elder's interest had been piqued, and he wanted to see just what these juniors' exchange gathering was all about.
That time, the elder listened to the junior preach for three days and three nights straight. In the end, he broke through from the late Heavenly Immortal stage in one bound and entered the peak Heavenly Immortal stage.
From then on, the elders of the three great sacred lands shared an unspoken understanding. Once the preaching began, they would draw over the scene to watch and listen to the Dao.
The Dao was an exceedingly mysterious thing. It did not look at talent or comprehension; it seemed to look at nothing at all.
Sometimes, a mighty Heavenly Immortal could contemplate it for millions upon millions of years without gaining insight. Yet at other times, a mortal buying vegetables might casually utter a single sentence, allowing a mighty Heavenly Immortal to see through the great Dao of heaven