Xi He used the sliver of authority granted by Xiao Kuang to send out a Great Dao Transmission. Though she did everything she could to embellish it, it was still like dumping a ladle of cold water into a boiling vat of oil, instantly throwing the upper echelons of the entire Primordial Chaos into an uproar.
This time, it was no longer the vague sensations and chaotic guesses from before, but an incomparably clear "official notice" that rang directly within their primordial spirits!
[The Heavenly Dao shines bright; Purple Firmament Palace opens. All those with affinity may come and listen.] [Three thousand years hence, beyond the chaos, within Purple Firmament Palace, the Dao Ancestor will expound the Great Dao.] [The opportunity lies here. Do not miss it, and do not forget it.]
Though brief, those few sentences contained enough information to shake the hearts and minds of any great power!
Kunlun Mountain, Three Pure Ones Hall. Having only just recovered from their deductions regarding the previous disturbance in the Heavenly Dao, the Three Pure Ones were once again startled by this blunt transmission. Supreme Purity Laozi's expression grew ever graver as his fingers calculated faster. "Purple Firmament Palace... Dao Ancestor... So he truly established his Dao field Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens! Yet the heavenly secrets remain muddled. The origins of this Dao Ancestor..." Jade Pure Primordial Heavenly Venerate furrowed his brows, his expression carrying both scrutiny and pride. "Hongjun's name has vanished, replaced by this inexplicable Dao Ancestor? Though the Dao rhythm in his transmission is vast, it somehow lacks a certain harmonious orthodoxy and carries a bit too much... stiffness? Could he truly be an impostor?" Upper Pure Heavens Leader's eyes gleamed with excitement, brimming with eagerness. "Who cares what his origins are! Since he has the Heavenly Dao's recognition and is expounding the Great Dao beyond chaos, how could we miss such a grand occasion? We can see just what this new Dao Ancestor is capable of! Perhaps we might even encounter some worthy opponents!" His attention was always on fighting and treasures.
Sun Star, within the divine palace.
Di Jun held the River Diagram and Luo Script as starlight flowed around him, his gaze blazing. "The Dao Ancestor is giving a sermon! This is an opportunity bestowed by heaven! Taiyi, this may be the key to our ruling the Primordial Chaos and establishing order!" Eastern Emperor Taiyi cradled the Chaos Bell, its chime clear and resonant, and nodded. "Big Brother is right. We can use this chance to gauge the strength of the great powers of the Primordial Chaos. It is only that this Dao Ancestor... that salted-fish aura from last time is truly unsettling." His words clearly conveyed his doubts about the quality of the sermon.
The barren lands of the west.
Zhunti Daoist excitedly grabbed Jieyin's arm. "Senior Brother! Did you hear that? The voice of the Great Dao! Purple Firmament Palace! A tremendous opportunity! As expected, it is fated for us! The west is destined to prosper!" Even Daoist Jieyin's sorrowful face revealed a rare flicker of emotion, though it was overshadowed by worry. "It is indeed an opportunity... but chaos is perilous, and Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens is no easy place to reach. And this Dao Ancestor... alas, fortune and disaster are impossible to predict..." Before calculating victory, he had already calculated defeat.
Northern Darkness ocean, Demon Master Palace.
Old Ancestor Kunpeng took human form, his face sinister and his eyes flashing with scheming light. "The Dao Ancestor is preaching? Hmph, it may well be another trap. But... if there truly is a wondrous method beyond the Grand Unity Dao, what harm is there in taking the risk? Still, those seats... must be fought over!" He was naturally extremely sensitive about seats.
Deep within the sea of blood, Old Ancestor Minghe sat cross-legged atop the Twelve-grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus, demonic and baleful qi surging around him. "A sermon? A trick of the Heavenly Dao's lackeys! But... if I can glimpse even a trace of the Heavenly Dao's mysteries, perfect my Dao of slaughter, and refine this sea of blood..." He was tempted, but his desire to exploit it was even stronger.
At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Nuwa's Dao field.
Empress Nuwa stopped her art of creation, curiosity and contemplation appearing in her beautiful eyes. "The Purple Firmament Palace Dao Ancestor... truly exists. Expounding the Great Dao... perhaps it will benefit my comprehension of creation." Her temperament was relatively tranquil. She had little interest in struggles for power and cared more about the Dao itself.
Within Pangu Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered.
Dijiang Ancestral Witch's voice boomed like a great bell. "What kind of bird Dao Ancestor is this? What Heavenly Dao is he preaching? We honor only Father God Pangu, cultivate only flesh and blood, and possess no primordial spirits. We will not listen to his pointless babbling!" Houtu Ancestral Witch, however, frowned slightly and said softly, "Brother, the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao is no trivial matter. Even if we do not cultivate primordial spirits, listening and learning a little may not be harmful. Besides, there seemed to be a trace of... a reassuring aura within that transmission?" Her thoughts were delicate, and she sensed a trace of the Heavenly Dao's purifying power hidden within the Dao rhythm that Xi He had painstakingly polished—though its source was a salted fish.
Fire Cloud Cave, Wuzhuang Temple, the edge of the Netherworld Sea of Blood... countless reclusive great powers and innate sacred beings, regardless of their cultivation, were all swept up in surging emotions.
There were those who anticipated it—after being trapped at their realm for countless yuanhui, how could they not be excited with the Great Dao before them? There were those who doubted it—the Dao Ancestor had been replaced, his origins unknown; was this sermon real or not? Was it an opportunity or a trap? There were those who schemed—how could they travel through chaos? Could they seize the initiative? How would the Primordial Chaos's landscape change after the sermon? There were also those who remained indifferent—like most Ancestral Witches, who believed only in strength, not the Heavenly Dao.
Yet regardless, the seven words "Purple Firmament Palace" and "the Dao Ancestor's sermon" were like a massive stone cast into a tranquil lake, stirring enormous waves throughout the Primordial Chaos. Nearly every living being who had reached the Golden Immortal realm began secretly preparing, adjusting their condition, and calculating the heavenly secrets—though they still could not make them out—while waiting for three thousand years to pass so they could venture Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens and uncover the truth!
Because of Xiao Kuang's forced "work assignment," the entire Primordial Chaos quietly entered a new era. Undercurrents surged, and turbulent times were about to rise.
And at that very moment, within Purple Firmament Palace, the instigator himself was scratching his head over a blank "lesson plan," muttering without pause, "The Grand Unity Dao? What the hell is Grand Unity? It sounds really impressive... is it the kind where you do not have to do homework? Oh no, oh no, there's no way to prepare this lesson..."
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