Tuo Ba Tao's account was like a secluded spring winding through a tranquil mountain valley, gentle and unhurried, without a single surging wave of fervor.
He sat serenely in the magnificent Grand Hall, his bearing as upright as a pine, his expression as calm as the moon. His eyes resembled deep, secluded pools, with faint spiritual light flickering within them, as though reflecting every dawn and evening mist of his cultivation journey. All those moments of cultivation in the long river of time had now become a trace of profound remoteness in his gaze.
His voice was low yet resonant, spreading slowly and steadily through the Grand Hall. His words took shape as runes, each syllable like a meticulously carved, mysterious rune bearing his profound and distinctive insights into the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.
When he reached a crucial point, he actually stirred a resonance with heaven and earth, as though a voice were answering from the firmament. The entire Grand Hall was enveloped in this wondrous power and trembled faintly. Even the spiritual energy in the space seemed drawn by it, beginning to circulate slowly and forming visible arcs of spiritual radiance that spiraled around him, as though echoing his account.
At that moment, Liu Changxu and the others were like earnest students devoted to learning. They sat upright, their expressions intent, listening attentively as Tuo Ba Tao expounded the Dao, occasionally nodding in understanding and agreement.
This was especially true of Liu Changxu, a newly risen powerhouse who had only just entered the Tribulation Transcendence Realm. Throughout his journey, he had relied entirely on his own explorations in cultivation.
Although he possessed astonishing combat prowess and the extraordinary strength to fight above his realm, all that supported this was his own vast, profound magic power and