Beyond Chaos, Zixiao Palace.
The palace floated amid Chaos, surrounded by endless Chaos Qi that churned without cease.
The entire palace was purple-gold, radiating a mysterious light, as though condensed from the most fundamental power of heaven and earth.
Above its gates, three large, archaic characters spelling "Zixiao Palace" gave off a faint light of Chaos, every stroke containing the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao.
Inside the palace, countless cultivators sat cross-legged in dense ranks, stretching from below the raised platform all the way beyond the gates.
These cultivators came from every corner of the Primordial World: Innate Divinities, spirits born after creation, mighty beings of ancient times, and rising talents.
Some had their eyes closed in concentration, some wore expressions of delight, and others knitted their brows. Their expressions differed, but without exception, they were all immersed in the lingering resonance of Hong Jun's sermon.
On the raised platform, Hong Jun sat upright upon the Cloud Bed. Purple Qi wreathed him, his aura as deep as an abyss, and the majesty of a Sage permeated the entire Zixiao Palace.
His face was as calm as still water, his eyes half-closed, as though he were waiting for something.
Behind him, a purple-gold halo slowly revolved. Within it lay the Power of Laws, the most fundamental laws of heaven and earth, mysterious beyond measure.
This sermon had lasted for untold years. Beginning with the first opening of heaven and earth, Hong Jun had expounded, one by one, the workings of the Heavenly Dao, the fundamental mysteries of the laws, and the successive stages and methods of cultivation.
His voice was gentle and measured, every word like the voice of the Great Dao, branded deep into the Divine Soul of every listener.
Some comprehended the Dao and broke through their bottlenecks on