There were peddlers and porters, merchants and stallholders, scholars and poets, monks, Daoists, Confucians, and demons...
Men and women, young and old, rich and poor, noble and lowly-all the myriad faces of the living manifested here, one after another.
Kindness, evil, ugliness, beauty, lust, innocence-the kaleidoscope of colors represented a kaleidoscope of emotions, unfolding here, within Ji Hao's heart, into a painting of the floating mortal world.
Countless memories of other selves, countless Daoist principles, countless systems of cultivation, technology, and witchcraft.
Suddenly, the Dao sound ceased. All profundity, all subtlety came to an abrupt halt. Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Ji Hao opened his eyes.
This single discourse had helped Ji Hao put his Great Dao in order. Previously, he had cultivated the techniques of The Sage Who Transcended Samsara alone. Now, after hearing the Heavenly Venerable's teachings, his foundations had grown firmer.
At the very least, he now had some idea how to break through to the Other Shore.
Previously, he had relied entirely on his own deductions, which fell somewhat short of this world's orthodox methods. These were, after all, teachings delivered personally by an Other Shore being.
"Has it already reached this stage?" Ji Hao murmured.
He realized he had truly begun to become embroiled in the process of inheriting the Three Pure Ones' karma.
The "Dao" had manifested as the Three Pure Ones, each embodying one of its aspects. Only through mutual corroboration could they form the Dao Fruit, the complete "Dao." Thus, even if they strove to attain the aspects of the "Dao" represented by the others through acquired cultivation and obtained flawless, complete Dao Fruit prototypes, their mutual influence still made the final step difficult. The Three Pure Ones were one entity-did they have to attain the Dao together?
Only after recognizing