The pillar of divine radiance that spanned heaven and earth still engulfed Randeng's figure in its mighty torrent.
Within the pillar, the scene was profound beyond measure, wondrous beyond explanation.
Countless cultivators held their breath, staring unblinkingly into the void, their faces filled with indescribable shock.
There was no other reason.
Under the shaping will of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the laws and order as vast as an abyssal sea, and those unfathomable Dao resonance divine patterns, were now surging and restructuring in an utterly inconceivable fashion!
Every wisp of aura that escaped represented the purest origin of the Heavenly Dao!
"Heavens! Such... such immense Heavenly Dao laws and order!"
At last, a Quasi-Saint mighty expert could no longer withstand this double assault on his vision and primordial spirit and cried out involuntarily.
"If we could grasp even a scrap of this, it would be a heaven-sent opportunity and blessing for our cultivation!"
"An opportunity! This is a true great fortuitous opportunity!"
Countless cultivators seemed to go mad, desperately driving their primordial spirits to capture the slightest trace of Dao rhythm from the dissipating ripples of laws.
Yet those laws were far too exalted, far too vast. How could they easily peer into their mysteries?
Before long, a Quasi-Saint injured his primordial spirit by forcibly attempting to deduce them. He gave a muffled groan, and his aura wilted.
Even so, no one was willing to give up.
Greed and longing were written across every face.
"Forget those laws! What I care about most right now is whether Daoist Randeng can truly attain sagehood!"
"Exactly! With the Dao Ancestor wielding such mighty power, it would be utterly unreasonable if he still failed!"
Amid these countless cries, discussions, and expectations.
Within the pillar of light, the aura that had already been climbing madly