The myriad methods of the Primordial World had yet to unfold. Some creatures of the Primordial World had not even figured out the cultivation realms, let alone how to cultivate!
They were nothing more than blind men feeling an elephant, grasping only fragments of the whole!
As Daochen explained, some cultivators finally understood roughly where they stood, and the road ahead gradually became clearer.
"The Dao is formless, the working of heaven. Yet the Dao gives birth to all things, and all possess spirit. This is formlessness..."
Daochen's preaching was unlike that of the Primordial World, all-encompassing and delivered from lofty heights. Instead, he proceeded gradually and with meticulous care, beginning with the Earth Immortal Realm.
As Daochen began explaining the path of cultivation, the cultivators of the myriad races of the Primordial World immediately sharpened their focus, giving him their undivided attention and immersing themselves in his words.
When Daochen reached particularly profound points, their brows furrowed slightly in confusion. Even so, they gathered every scrap of their concentration and committed the Dao he taught to memory, leaving it for careful contemplation later.
"How could this be?"
In the distant void, Bai Ze, Qinyuan, and the others listened to Daochen explain the Dao of True Immortals, and surprise flashed in their eyes.
Although they had long since passed through the True Immortal Realm and cultivated all the way to great Luo, listening to Daochen revisit it still brought them considerable gains.
As Daochen continued his explanations, purple qi surged through the boundless void outside the Sun Star, auspicious clouds shone in countless hues, and dazzling great Dao golden lotuses bloomed in the emptiness.
Dao resonance flowed, and the sound of the Great Dao suffused the air!
Some who had already stood on the threshold broke directly into the next realm. Others went further, breaking through several realms in succession.
The aura unleashed as countless cultivators broke through together was utterly terrifying!
It was a spectacle of the highest order!
As Daochen continued preaching, purple qi rose outside the Sun Star, and endless misty radiance came pouring in. Invisible strands of fortune rose from every cultivator present, gathering into an enormous cloud of fortune.
The power of fortune was elusive and intangible. One might say it did not exist, yet it was everywhere.
The Three Primordial Clans-the dragons, phoenixes, and qilins-had fought for supremacy precisely to seize the fortune of the Primordial World.
The witches and the Demon Race likewise fought for supremacy over the fortune of the Primordial World.
Even in the later Investiture of the Gods, the Human Sect, the Chan Sect, and the two Buddhist leaders of the Western Sect-the three sects that schemed together against the Jade Void Sect-did so for this elusive fortune of the Primordial World.
Now, the fortune of these cultivators from the myriad races of the Primordial World gathered together. Although it had not settled upon Daochen, it had already merged into the Sun Star.
Even after Daochen finished preaching and the myriad creatures dispersed, this power of fortune would continue gathering within the Sun Star.
As it accumulated day after day, the Sun Star would surely become another great sacred land of cultivation in the Primordial World, second only to the Purple Heavens Palace.
"The power of fortune... something one can encounter, but never obtain by seeking."
In the distant void, Kunpeng's eyes shone repeatedly.
He had once preached to the Demon Race of the North Sea and spread Demon Script, gaining the fortune of the demons there. It was precisely because of this that he had broken through the middle great Luo golden immortal stage and entered the late stage.
Otherwise, how could an ordinary primordial divine being like him, born without even a single accompanying xiantian spiritual treasure, have joined the ranks of the Primordial World's foremost mighty beings?
Seeing the boundless power of fortune gathering outside the Sun Star, he was filled with envy.
Boom!
As Daochen's preaching grew deeper and he began explaining the Dao of Golden Immortals, some cultivators who had been trapped at the golden immortal bottleneck for countless years also began showing signs of a breakthrough.
Daochen's thoughts were flowing with extraordinary clarity as well. As he continued explaining, he seemed to gain a deeper understanding of the path of cultivation himself.
As his preaching progressed, he even felt fresh insights stirring in areas he had not fully understood before.
The feeling was profoundly mysterious, as though he were walking a road he had traveled before, yet it was utterly different.
This time, he went deeper-and farther!
This was something Daochen had not expected. He had originally preached to settle his karmic ties, never imagining that he would receive an unexpected reward himself.
It was tantamount to reinforcing his Dao foundation all over again, and the benefits were immense!
It would even prove considerably useful when he sought to realize the Dao and become a Saint in the future.
Daochen grew increasingly earnest in his explanations, and the countless cultivators of the myriad races outside the Sun Star listened just as intently.
Gradually, Daochen reached the Great Dao of the grand unity golden immortal realm.
By this point, the vast majority of the countless cultivators of the Primordial World's myriad races began to struggle.
They could not understand it at all. They had not even touched the threshold of becoming grand unity golden immortals.
Naturally, they could not comprehend the mysteries of this realm.
On the path of cultivation, every step was an ascent to heaven. What appeared to be a small difference between realms was like a chasm across the sky.
Without stepping through that door, even someone of extraordinary talent and exceptional comprehension would struggle to understand, much less grasp the true meaning of the Great Dao within.
"Alas, do all that is possible, then leave the rest to heaven!"
Seeing the confusion on the faces of the vast majority of the cultivators present, Daochen let out a quiet sigh!
He had just taken a cursory look. Among the countless cultivators outside the Sun Star, those in the grand unity golden immortal realm accounted for less than one in ten thousand, while those in the great Luo golden immortal realm were pitifully few.
There were only six: Bai Ze, Qinyuan, Yingzhao, Kunpeng, Dijun, and Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
This was not because cultivators in the great Luo golden immortal realm were exceedingly rare, but because once a cultivator reached that realm, gathered the three flowers above their head, achieved five qi returning to the origin, and forged their great Luo flower-
Their Dao was essentially set.
At that point, they would no longer waste time listening to someone else's Dao.
After all, Daochen was only in the great Luo golden immortal realm. Unlike Hongjun, who held the Creation Jade Butterfly Fragment and whose preaching encompassed all things, Daochen taught only the Dao he understood, excelled in, and had personally traveled.
Thus, even if other great Luo golden immortals came to listen, they would merely gain some insights from Daochen's great Luo Dao. The results would not be as obvious as the immediate breakthroughs of lower-realm cultivators.
Now that the War of the Liches had arrived in the Primordial World, most cultivators below the grand unity golden immortal realm would likely perish in the tribulation.
Even those who had reached great Luo golden immortal or even quasi-saint cultivation would likely find death inescapable if they failed to seal their mountain gates and rashly involved themselves in the tribulation, allowing tribulation aura to cling to them!
Had that not been precisely what happened to Dijun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches along the original course of fate?
This was the true reason for Daochen's sigh.
However, these thoughts lingered in Daochen's mind for only a moment before he stopped dwelling on them.
After all, these were other people's affairs. He could not manage them, nor did he wish to.
After today's preaching, everyone would walk their own road!
Whether they lived or died had nothing to do with him.
Two thousand years later, on a day when purple qi rose through the nine heavens and spiritual clouds filled the sky, Daochen finally finished explaining the Dao of Great Luo Golden Immortals.
The cultivators who had arrived earliest had now broken through several realms in succession, their auras undergoing earth-shattering changes. Many had reached the peak of grand unity golden immortal cultivation, and a few had even found a direction for breaking through into the great Luo Dao.
Now, every one of them gazed at Daochen with fervent expressions, their hearts filled with submission.
Daochen's explanations had brought them tremendous gains. Once they returned and digested what they had learned, they would be able to break through into the great Luo golden immortal realm immediately.
It was precisely for this reason that their reverence and fervor toward Daochen grew even stronger.
"The preaching is over. You may leave on your own!"
Daochen's expression remained impassive as he spoke coldly.
The end of this preaching meant that he had settled his karmic ties with the Demon Race. From this moment onward, there would be no further connection.
Yet just as Daochen was about to turn and leave, golden radiance suddenly flashed across the sky, and boundless merit clear light poured down from the nine heavens!