As the words fell, heaven and earth lost their sound and all creation returned to silence.
Above and below Xi Yu Lake, millions upon millions of cultivators turned into clay and stone sculptures in that very instant.
It was one thing for those of lesser standing, but those with a certain realm, sufficient insight, and endurance that had failed to grow correspondingly suffered the most.
Reality collided with the limit of what they could bear, creating a blank space in their thoughts where even their spiritual wisdom showed signs of regression.
Quite a few people foolishly asked themselves:
What on earth were the things seen by their eyes and heard by their ears?
Zhao Xiangshan was far more realistic than those fools. At such a life-or-death juncture, he could not afford not to acknowledge it, and in the end he could only roar:
Eternal Azure Sky!
Following his roar, a magnificent world burst open.
One could see boundless seas of cloudy mountains, continuous palaces and pavilions, soaring phoenixes, and traveling immortals and true beings. Yet at the center of all these wondrous sights, above the main hall of the palaces, there was an even more hazy figure, appearing leisure-bound and leaning at ease, aloof and natural, uttering supreme wondrous profundities, elucidating essential meanings for the people, and expounding the scriptures.
Aside from that first line of the Daoist scripture, the sound was so wondrous that among those on Xi Yu Lake, not a single person could truly hear it clearly or comprehend it; they only felt it melt into the sound of the wind, the sound of water, and the sound of humanity, spreading throughout the heavens, the earth, and the lake. Whenever anyone with the slightest bit of spirituality touched a certain heartstring, they gained something, and their entire