"This rebellious disciple... why did he get harder to understand the more he said?"
Nuwa, who had been eavesdropping on Ling Feng's thoughts all along, frowned inwardly, but still silently committed everything she heard from him to memory.
Suddenly-
Dong! Dong! Dong!
"The master has arrived!"
As nine tolls of the bell rang out, accompanied by the cries of the two Attendant Boys, Haotian and Yaochi, the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao all focused their attention.
Immediately afterward, a holy light descended upon the seat suspended high within the hall, instantly drawing everyone's gaze.
This meditation cushion was clearly the seat of honor, so no one had fought over it.
They all knew that it belonged to Hongjun.
At that moment, the white radiance faded, revealing an old man in white robes. His expression transcended worldly affairs, and he possessed the bearing of an immortal. He was unified and whole, unfathomable, as though he had come from eternity itself, yet also resembled the very source of heaven and earth...
"I am Hongjun."
Hongjun spoke calmly, and an indescribable pressure emanated from him. Everyone instinctively bowed with clasped hands.
"Greetings, Saint Hongjun."
With this obeisance, the fortune of all living beings began gathering toward Hongjun. His aura became increasingly ethereal, and his faint pressure grew stronger...
Using the Three Thousand Powers to gather the fortune of heaven and earth and advance-just what I'd expect of Hongjun. His strength has become even more unfathomable now... but that makes sense. Everything comes at a price. When Hongjun expounds the Dao, the three thousand guests incur a karmic debt. By gathering their fortune, he cancels out that debt, leaving neither side owing the other. I have to admit, that old Daoist Hongjun has calculated everything.
Ling Feng secretly observed Dao Ancestor Hongjun, an inexplicable