Before long, Mouse True Person led the Dao children filing in one after another.
The moment they stepped into the secluded cultivation room, they felt the scene before their eyes suddenly change.
The originally crude cave chamber vanished without a trace, replaced by a sheet of water.
Ren Qing sat upright in the center, brilliant rosy light spread all around him. Amid the encircling clouds and mist, his exposed divine sense stirred up wave after wave of strange phenomena, illuminating everything with a radiance like the blazing sun in the sky.
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he recalled the memories of preaching in the psychiatric hospital in his previous life.
Though now he was still only facing a gang of rats, the proper sense of ceremony was still necessary. In the future, who knew, it might even grow to the level of the number one sect in the Immortal Realm.
This was corporate culture. It had to be cultivated from the very start of the business!
Frog Immortal Lord sat to the left, crouched like a small mountain, a low hiss rumbling from his throat as though echoing the Heavenly Dao.
Fish Immortal was on the right, swimming through the cloud qi. Four-colored radiance flowed over him, at times like a sword, at times like a dragon.
The rat swarm looked at one another, not reacting much to the grand setup Ren Qing had prepared. Mouse True Person, however, very much bought into this whole thing and was already kneeling on the ground, unable to rise.
Expressionless, Ren Qing began to speak. "The Great Dao is formless, birthing Heaven and Earth. The Great Dao is heartless, moving the sun and moon. The Great Dao is nameless, nurturing all things..."
Each word and sentence resonated with