Three thousand years? Let's have a team-building event then!

As soon as Xiao Kuang announced "Meeting adjourned," the Heavenly Dao Will in his mind let out a sharp alarm, as if a dying patient had suddenly sat up:

[Error! Error! Lecture duration severely insufficient!] [First lecture must be at least three thousand years to perfect the operation of Heavenly Dao laws! Currently only... three quarters of an hour has passed!] [Please, acting representative, continue immediately and make up the class time! Otherwise... severe consequences (deduction of Merit, cancellation of benefits)!]

"What?! Three thousand years?!" Xiao Kuang, who had just put a fire-breathing "Fire Dragon Fruit" into his mouth, nearly choked. He abruptly stood up from his foot-soaking basin, splashing water everywhere. "Are you kidding me! Lecture for three thousand years? Even the production team's donkeys wouldn't dare to be used like this! Does my throat still matter?"

Asking him to earnestly lecture on the Great Dao for three thousand years? It would be less painful than asking Gong Gong to smash Buzhou Mountain with his head again!

The great beings below, who were preparing to escape this devil's den as if granted amnesty, also vaguely sensed the Heavenly Dao's anxious urging and the sudden collapse of Xiao Kuang's expression. Their hearts sank.

Could it be... it's not over yet?

Xiao Kuang's eyeballs rolled around, gleaming with mischief, clearly hatching another bad idea. He stroked his chin, looked at the group of "high-quality talents" below, and suddenly grinned, an idea forming.

"Ahem!" He picked up the microphone again, his tone becoming "solemn and earnest": "Fellow Daoists, what I just spoke of was the general outline of the Great Dao, concise and to the point, emphasizing comprehension."

The crowd below: "..." You call that concise? You were spouting nonsense!

"However," Xiao Kuang's tone shifted, "the Great Dao is profound and cannot be understood in a single day. Therefore, for the remaining two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, eleven months, twenty-nine days, and over ten hours..."

He counted on his fingers for a long time, confusing himself, and simply waved his hand: "In short, it will be a very long time! We will conduct in-depth... post-class practical exercises and discussion seminars! The aim is to consolidate theory, connect with reality, and progress together!"

Post-class practical exercises? Discussion seminars? All the great beings felt a sense of foreboding.

"As for the practical content, after careful consideration, I have decided as follows!" Xiao Kuang waved his hand grandly, full of heroic spirit, "The first Purple Firmament Palace Team Building Activity officially begins!"

"Activity One: Card and Board Games! The 'Primordial Sparrow God Competition' mentioned earlier is officially launched! Over in that corner, automatic mahjong tables are ready! Four people per table, losers get stickers, penalized with Merit (small amount)!"

"Activity Two: Song and Dance Variety Show! 'Primordial Voice' and 'Purple Firmament Dance Forest Convention' simultaneous auditions! Talent display, open to all! Outstanding performers will be rewarded with a plate of Chaos Spirit Fruit!"

"Activity Three: Outdoor Barbecue Social! The backyard barbecue grill is ready, Chaos Spirit Charcoal is plentiful, ingredients... uh, don't touch the animals in the backyard zoo! Bring your own or materialize them with spiritual energy! Do it yourself, enjoy abundance, and foster relationships!"

"Activity Four: Hot Spring Wellness Symposium! Soak in the hot springs, drink tea, chat about life, discuss ideals, isn't that wonderful?"

"Activity Five: Free Dao Discussion... uh, let's skip this one, you guys figure it out."

As he spoke, several jade mahjong tables truly materialized out of thin air in the hall, microphones and stage lighting (rudimentary version) lit up, the backyard grill roared to life with Chaos Fire, and the hot spring pools bubbled more vigorously.

All the Primordial Era great beings, without exception, were petrified.

Mahjong? Singing and dancing? Barbecue? Hot springs? This... this is what the Dao Ancestor called "post-class practical exercises"? What's the difference between this and the feasting and revelry of mortal prodigals?! We spent three thousand years listening to lectures on the Great Dao, only to get this? And we have to play with him for three thousand years?!

[Heavenly Dao: ...(((;￢＿￢)))...] [Detected acting representative transforming sacred lecture into... large-scale entertainment team building...] [Core code: ...abandoned treatment... entered energy-saving standby mode... estimated wake-up time: 3000 years later...] [Note: ...Destroy it all, I'm tired...]

The Heavenly Dao's light extinguished completely, as if the power had been completely cut off.

"What are you all standing around for?" Xiao Kuang looked at the stunned crowd below, dissatisfied. "Do you want me to teach you hand-by-hand? Get moving, get moving! Where's the atmosphere crew? Start the music!"

He snapped his fingers, and an extremely catchy, rhythmically strong (similar to a viral Douyin song) BGM began to echo through the hall.

Under his "tyranny" (mostly fear of being struck by lightning) and the seemingly unreliable but actually somewhat tempting "rewards," the great beings began to move, albeit awkwardly and reluctantly.

At first, they were reserved. The Three Pure Ones sat at the mahjong table, their faces like stone, feeling that even touching the tiles was blasphemy against the Great Dao. Di Jun Tai Yi looked at the barbecue grill as if it were some demonic altar. Nuwa opened her mouth several times at the microphone, unsure what to sing. Jieyin and Zhunti looked at the hot spring pool, feeling that even soaking in it would attract worldly karma.

But... they couldn't resist the long duration!

Three thousand years of "team building"!

Under the coercion and enticement of Xiao Kuang, the "devil coach," and his leading role in the chaos, the atmosphere gradually went off the rails.

A hundred years later, Sect Master Tongtian had become the undefeated champion of the mahjong table, his skills exquisite, his strategies flawless, even developing a "Immortal Slaying Tile Formation." Primordial Lord of Heaven, his eyes red from losing, had tried to flip the table with the Pangu Banner several times. Old Ancestor Kunpeng discovered the joy of barbecuing, especially excelling at roasting Chaos Spirit Mushrooms, though occasionally burning them would release an aura of annihilation. Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, along with several female immortals, became regulars in the hot spring pool, often emerging with flushed faces, exchanging "wellness tips." Zhunti Daoist surprisingly shone in "Primordial Voice," his song The West is Truly Bitter making listeners weep and listeners grieve, winning him the first championship. Many great beings even began researching how to cheat at mahjong using divine abilities, how to control the heat of grilled skewers with Samadhi True Fire, and how to use their Primordial Spirit to make their opponents' karaoke performances go off-key...

The entire Purple Heaven Palace was filled with a miasma of debauchery, laughter (forced), and ear-splitting music, a veritable Primordial Era version of a large-scale center for decadence and corruption.

Of course, many great beings still held the Great Dao in their hearts, attempting to find an opportunity to ask this "unconventionally styled" Dao Ancestor some genuine cultivation questions.

An old Daoist, mustering his courage, took the opportunity when Xiao Kuang was strolling over to "inspect" the card game and respectfully asked, "May I ask, Dao Ancestor, I have been stuck at the mid-stage of Grand Unity for a long time, and my Primordial Spirit tempering has been unable to reach perfection. I wonder how I should..."

Xiao Kuang, who was staring at Tongtian's tiles, waved his hand without looking back. "Perfection? Why strive for such perfection? The moon has its phases, waxing and waning! Good enough is good enough! Look at me, I never pursue perfection, and I live quite comfortably, don't I? Next!"

Old Daoist: "..." His Dao heart was critically struck.

A demon saint asked about body-refining techniques. Xiao Kuang glanced at him. "Body-refining? What's the use of building a body of dead muscle? Look at Gong Gong, isn't his muscle huge? Wasn't he struck by lightning? You need to know how to use a little to overcome a lot, borrow strength to attack, for example... using skill to switch tiles when playing mahjong?"

Demon Saint: "..." His worldview collapsed.

Empress Nuwa also subtly inquired about the profound aspects of the Dao of Creation. Xiao Kuang, gnawing on a skewer, his mouth greasy, said, "Creation? Pinching clay figures? Just make them look good! Don't always try to make them so perfect, a little flaw is beauty, this is called... um... imperfect beauty! Look at this skewer I made, it's ugly, but it's fragrant!"

Nuwa: "..." The Dao of Creation fell into a bizarre contemplation.

Over the three thousand years, similar inquiries were endless, but without exception, they were all perfunctorily dismissed or even led astray by Xiao Kuang with various fallacies, lazy philosophies, and slacking-off methods.

However, it was extremely bizarre...

In this seemingly extremely unprofessional, absurdly decadent environment, under the continuous impact of these rebellious "fallacies," the solidified thought patterns and worldviews of many great beings, which had been fixed for countless eons, were actually passively shaken and broadened!

Although the process was painful and awkward, in a sense, "enlightenment" was actually happening?

It's just that the "Dao" that was realized... was probably more than a hundred thousand miles away from what the Heavenly Dao originally envisioned.

Inside the Purple Heaven Palace, the chaotic demonic BGM still played loudly, the sounds of mahjong, singing, sizzling barbecues, and flowing hot springs intertwined, composing a bizarre symphony of Primordial Era decadence.

And the culprit, with his legs crossed, lay on a massage chair, enjoying the leg-kneading service from the Dragon Girl, while using Heavenly Dao Authority to secretly peek at Empress Nuwa soaking in the hot springs (forcibly blurred by Heavenly Dao), humming a song:

"We common folk, today are truly, truly happy~" "Slacking off for three thousand years, benefits piled up to the sky~"

Heavenly Dao (dormant): Zzz... (code occasionally twitched, as if having a nightmare)