On Golden Ao Island, every sound fell silent.
No!
To be precise, it was not complete silence.
Rather, on this day, the disciples' chatter and laughter had vanished without a trace.
In their place was a resonance of the Great Dao, more wondrous, more profound, and closer to the origin.
That resonance spread from Biyou Palace like rings of formless, intangible ripples, reaching in every direction. Wherever it passed, all things stilled and the ten thousand laws bowed.
The Jie Sect Disciples sat cross-legged on the ground, a dense sea of dimly outlined figures.
Some closed their eyes in concentration, brows faintly furrowed, as though locked in a difficult struggle with some mysterious Dao rhythm.
Some wore peaceful expressions, smiles on their lips, as though they had finally touched the bottlenecks that had long eluded them.
Some had auras that surged and ebbed, repeatedly testing the threshold of a breakthrough.
Others had auspicious clouds roiling above their heads, with three flowers gathered at the crown and five qi returning to the origin. Clearly, they had already entered a deep state of Dao comprehension.
And such scenes were not confined to Golden Ao Island.
At that very moment, beyond Golden Ao Island, countless cultivators across the Primordial World were watching as well.
They could not hear the details of Gu Changqing's teachings, nor could they sense even one ten-thousandth of that Dao rhythm. Yet the faint aura of the Great Dao drifting from Golden Ao Island was enough to shake every cultivator's heart and mind.
"Ah..."
A white-haired wandering cultivator stood atop the clouds, gazing eastward. He let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.
"The Wine Sword Immortal's teachings possess such immense power, such magnificent grandeur. Truly... none before him could compare, and few after him ever