A faint smile touched your face as you gently raised your hand.
A vast surge of power lifted everyone, gentle yet irresistible.
"There's no need for ceremony."
"Today's celebration has begun. Please, make yourselves at home."
You paused, your gaze sweeping over the hall. "In three days, I will preach on the Golden Core Dao in the East Sea for six months."
"All who are fated may come and listen."
As your words fell, undisguised delight spread across the faces of the gathered members of the Three Daos.
A Supreme Grandmaster preaching in person—this was the opportunity they had dreamed of.
Everyone gladly agreed, and the hall filled with music and dancing.
One day later.
In the inner chamber of the Founders' Hall.
The sect masters of the Unorthodox Nine Schools and several sect masters of the Three Daos had gathered here.
Pure Yang True Person and Bao Zhen were nowhere to be seen.
On the Taihua Sect's side were only Qing Lao, Miao Gu, Moon Venerable, and Ant True Person.
Everyone bowed together. "Greetings, Dao Venerable."
Ant True Person gazed at the white-clad figure in the seat of honor, a trace of dazed disbelief in his eyes.
Four years in seclusion. Four years since he had seen you.
You had spent all that time studying and cultivating.
Now, when he saw you again, you were the Dao Venerable of the Outer Dao.
You sat in the seat of honor, your aura entirely withdrawn.
Not a thread of power leaked out, nor the slightest hint of pressure—
You sat there like an ordinary mortal.
Yet the more ordinary you appeared, the more alarmed everyone in the hall became.
In just four years, you had gained complete mastery of the Supreme Grandmaster realm.
Even someone as mighty as True Person Nine