His path to proving the Dao was clearly far less difficult than Yang Huai's.
Yang Huai was the pioneer of this path, so he had to feel his way through everything himself. In particular, every one of the multiple Heaven-and-Earth Dao Palaces he had created had taken painstaking planning, countless calculations, and the defeat of numerous formidable enemies to take shape.
Meng Zhang, on the other hand, only needed to comprehend the existing Dao Fruit of this Great Dao and forge a path that belonged to himself.
At the head of the All-Heaven Star Palace, Daoist Taiwei's gaze seemed to rest on Meng Zhang, yet in the next instant, he looked straight ahead.
This time, Daoist Taiwei's sermon surpassed every previous one, lasting a full three thousand years.
All the ancient immortals felt they had benefited immensely, secretly praising him in their hearts. He truly lived up to the title of "Dao Ancestor."
If the Dao Ancestor had not personally explained such profound mysteries of the Great Dao, who knew how long it would have taken them, with their own cultivation, to come into contact with such arcane truths?
"Three thousand years of listening to the Dao is fully comparable to tens of yuanhui of searching and bitter cultivation!"
Zhen Yuanzi sat at the front and could not help sighing with emotion.
The other ancient immortals and ancient gods felt the same.
The ancient immortals in the first row—Primordial Origin Holy Mother, Queen Mother of the West, Lamp-Burning Daoist, and the others—wore varying expressions.
How could they not feel the same sentiment?
Seeing that everyone had gained something, especially Meng Zhang in the middle of the first row, whose delight was impossible to conceal, Daoist Taiwei's lips curved into a faint smile. It vanished in an instant, and he addressed