At the summit of Mount Sumeru, the lingering resonance of the Primordial Limitless sermon that had lasted five thousand years had yet to fully dissipate. Phantoms of golden lotuses covered the ground, while the peaceful Dao aura lingering in the air continued to flow slowly.
Ming Xin had just concluded his sermon. Sitting cross-legged atop the lotus platform with his eyes closed, he sorted through the insights gained from this sermon and the feedback from the fortune of The West.
Just then, a calm, detached voice that seemed to originate directly from the source of the Great Dao sounded without warning in the depths of his primordial spirit:
"Fellow Daoist Ming Xin, please come to Purple Heaven Palace for a discussion. This daoist has an important matter to discuss."
It was Dao Ancestor Hongjun's voice!
Ming Xin abruptly opened his eyes, a trace of surprise flashing through them. The Dao Ancestor had personally invited him? And addressed him as "Fellow Daoist" at that—the gesture could not have been more humble.
Thoughts raced through his mind in an instant:
"Dao Ancestor Hongjun? What does he want with me? Has he discovered that I attained the Primordial Limitless, and wishes to win me over? Or is it... related to the Heavenly Dao?"
"Could it be that the Heavenly Dao still refuses to give up, and has plotted some scheme with the Dao Ancestor, laying a trap for me in Purple Heaven Palace?"
"Purple Heaven Palace is the Dao Ancestor's abode and most closely connected to the Heavenly Dao. If they truly intend to plot against me, it will indeed be dangerous..."
"But..." Ming Xin sensed the vast, boundless power of Primordial Limitless within him, as well as the system's unfathomable ability to deduce and adapt.
Ming Xin's heart stirred, *With my current