All Beings in Their Own Forms, White Lotus Breaks Through

By comparison, Zhunti, seated on the sixth meditation cushion, was in a far more miserable state.

Although he had forcibly seized Kunpeng's seat and enjoyed the supreme Dao resonance brought by the cushion,

his earlier furious attack had unsettled his mind, and the karma of forcibly occupying the seat now clung to him.

This made it impossible for his mind to completely settle, greatly reducing his efficiency in absorbing the Dao resonance.

Jieyin, standing to one side without a seat to rely on, possessed a heart devoted to the Dao that was tough beyond measure.

With his palms pressed together, he resembled an aged monk carved from dead wood, relying solely on immense perseverance and wisdom.

He forcibly seized the scattered Dao runes drifting through the air, while an incomparably pure aura of ascetic extinction cultivation faintly rose around him.

He displayed an astonishing foundation in the Western side path.

Elsewhere in the hall, the appearances of the beings listening to the Dao were even stranger and more varied.

On the left side of the hall, Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi sat cross-legged side by side.

Blazing Solar True Fire surrounded the two brothers as they took advantage of the Dao Ancestor's explanation of Daluo laws.

They frantically deduced the origin Dao of the Solar Star and the imperial laws belonging solely to the Demon Emperor.

The Chaos Bell above Taiyi's head continuously gave off faint, almost imperceptible chimes.

It forcibly imprinted within itself the laws of destruction and suppression contained in the Dao sounds.

Not far behind them, Ancestor Kunpeng, who had been severely wounded by a rebounding strike and then sent flying by Zhunti's sneak attack,

was currently curled up beside a white jade pillar.

He forcibly suppressed the surging blood and qi within him, as well as the excruciating pain in his primordial spirit. His scarlet eyes were filled with resentment and unwillingness.

Yet he knew that the opportunity to hear a Saint preach was rare beyond measure. Even though hatred filled his heart,

he could only grit his teeth and desperately compete for the drifting fragments of the Great Dao in the void.

On the right side of the hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were the most unusual of all.

The Wu were formed from Pangu's essence blood. They were born without primordial spirits, possessing only peerlessly powerful bodies and origin laws.

The mystical teachings emphasized entrusting one's primordial spirit to the void and comprehending the heart of Heaven. To them, it was like playing music to a cow.

After listening for only a short while, the hot-tempered Zhurong and Gonggong felt dizzy and restless, as though sitting on needles.

They anxiously scratched their ears and cheeks in a corner of the hall, nearly dozing off.

The other Ancestral Witches looked at one another, their faces full of impatience.

Only Houtu, the youngest Ancestral Witch, stood quietly where she was.

Her autumn-water eyes were not fixed on Hongjun atop the platform.

Instead, she gazed at the Dao runes slowly drifting down through the void.

As she listened to Hongjun speak of "earth, water, fire, wind, the reincarnation of living beings, and the order of heaven and earth," Houtu's heart suddenly trembled.

She faintly sensed a profound and vast meaning of virtue carrying all things.

It was as if an unprecedented path had torn open a tiny crack before her eyes.

Purple Heaven Palace was vast, and each of the three thousand great powers had their own fortune.

At this moment, Li Qingxiao, seated directly behind Hong Yun,

had also entered an unfathomable state of enlightenment!

Although he lacked the Dao resonance bestowed by a Saint's meditation cushion, his position

placed Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi before him, with the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa nearby. It was already the core area where the Dao resonance of the entire Purple Heaven Palace gathered most densely!

More importantly, Li Qingxiao's true body was a top-grade innate spirit treasure: the Twelfth-Grade Purifying White Lotus!

"Hum..."

Li Qingxiao slightly closed his eyes and sank his consciousness deep into his Purple Residence and primordial spirit.

The Twelfth-Grade Purifying White Lotus floating above his sea of consciousness

was currently radiating a gentle, sacred white glow.

The White Lotus's twelve petals slowly unfolded. Driven by Li Qingxiao, its innate divine ability transformed into an invisible domain.

The Saint's heavenly sounds spoken by Hongjun contained the will of the Heavenly Dao and were profoundly mysterious to the extreme.

For an ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal listening to the Dao, understanding thirty or forty percent out of ten was already heaven-defying talent.

The remaining obscure portions often required tens or even hundreds of thousands of years to slowly comprehend and digest.

A single misstep could even cause one to suffer deviation due to an unstable Dao heart.

Yet with Li Qingxiao, all such obstacles vanished without a trace!

The vast flood of Great Dao heavenly sounds and law runes were forcibly drawn into the World-Cleansing White Lotus the instant they entered within three feet of Li Qingxiao.

The White Lotus rotated, its pure and flawless World-Cleansing Divine Light resembling the most precise filter in the primordial world.

In an instant, it cleansed away all Heavenly Dao pressure and obscure impurities mixed within the heavenly sounds.

It directly broke them down and restored them into the purest origin essence of the Great Dao, the easiest form to absorb!

Boom!

The golden lotuses blooming from the white jade floor of Purple Heaven Palace, along with the heavenly flowers falling through the void,

began transforming into streams of golden spiritual energy that madly poured into Li Qingxiao's body.

Above Li Qingxiao's head, an anomaly suddenly appeared!

Within the Daluo auspicious cloud he had long condensed, three jade-white lotus phantoms slowly emerged and rose. They were the symbol of attaining Daluo Golden Immortal:

Three Flowers on the Crown!

Nourished by endless pure Dao resonance, the three flowers' petals unfolded layer by layer, becoming increasingly solid and brilliant.

They faintly showed signs of transforming toward the highest rank, the twelve-grade supreme Dao Fruit.

Within his chest, five streams of innate qi—cyan, red, yellow, white, and black—flowed like water, intertwining and merging.

They refined the Five Elements Dao Fruit until it was flawless and complete!

His Daluo Dao Fruit grew ever purer!

The foundation of magical power within Li Qingxiao's body was skyrocketing at an unimaginable speed!

The invisible barrier that had originally blocked him at the peak of Early Great Encompassment Golden Immortal

began developing crack after crack under the tyrannical infusion of Dao resonance and the urging of his own origin.

Li Qingxiao's mind was clear and serene. Forming a mystical seal with his hands, he drew upon the vast world-cleansing origin around him and launched a final assault against that bottleneck.

Crack!

After an unknown amount of time, a clear and melodious Dao chime suddenly exploded within the depths of Li Qingxiao's primordial spirit!

Like Pangu swinging his axe to split open chaos, every shackle vanished in an instant!

The Daluo magical power within Li Qingxiao's body transformed with a thunderous roar like a surging tsunami.

The moon-white immortal light protecting his body instantly deepened severalfold, revealing an extraordinary bearing cleansed of all worldly dust.

Mid Great Encompassment Golden Immortal!

It happened as naturally as water flowing into a channel, without the slightest obstruction!

Without the aid of a meditation cushion, he had relied on the heaven-defying foundation of the World-Cleansing White Lotus and his unparalleled comprehension.

Right within this hall, he forcibly broke through a minor realm and stepped into the mid Daluo stage!!

Upon the high platform, Dao Ancestor Hongjun, whose eyes were slightly closed, seemed to raise an eyelid ever so faintly.

A trace of deeper meaning quietly flashed through those indifferent eyes of the Heavenly Dao.

Yet he continued preaching without pause, his expression as still as an ancient well.

Within the great hall, the passage of time went unnoticed.

Amid the intertwining Dao resonance, heavenly flowers, and golden lotuses, the three-thousand-year period of preaching passed silently like a white colt flashing through a gap.

"...The Dao originally had no name; it was forcibly named the Dao. This is the beginning and end of Daluo Golden Immortal. You must conduct yourselves well."

As Dao Ancestor Hongjun uttered the final Dao sound, the vast phenomena filling the entire Purple Heaven Palace abruptly ceased.

The law runes dancing across the sky dissipated into nothingness, and heavenly flowers no longer fell from the dome above.

The myriad golden lotuses rising from the ground also vanished like wisps of green smoke.