Primordial Era: Reborn as Zhen Yuanzi, taking control of the underground passage

Chapter 230 The Three Lectures at Zixiao Palace: The Reactions of the Great Powers

What Hongjun spoke of this time was no longer the condensation of the Dao fruit of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, nor the method of severing the corpse of the Quasi-Saint, but rather the profound mystery of the Primordial Dao and the realm of the Saint.

Each character seems to be a manifestation of the origin of the Great Dao, containing the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and the authority of order.

The sound of the Dao is magnificent and is not a simple language, but a Daoist rhythm that reaches the source and cannot be comprehended by those without great wisdom, great opportunity, and great power.

On the high platform, the Great Immortal with raised eyebrows had a faint smile on his lips and an ethereal look in his eyes.

He proved his Dao through space, transcending the Dao of Heaven. The Dao of Heaven and the methods of the sages spoken of by Hongjun were, for him, a different path and a different landscape.

By drawing inferences from one instance to another, all can be transformed into resources for one's own path. One can hear without any hindrance, and sometimes even a flash of enlightenment will appear in one's eyes, as if one has gained something.

Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, and Yin Yang are all top-tier experts in the late stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal, with firm Dao paths and extremely profound foundations.

To them, Hongjun's teachings on the sacred way sounded like a blueprint for the ultimate "rules of the Heavenly Way".

Although they do not follow Hongjun's path of severing the three corpses and merging with the Heavenly Dao, this profound explanation of the supreme rules of heaven and earth is of great benefit to them in perfecting their own Great Dao and understanding the essence of the operation of the Heavenly Dao.

The three remained calm, with Dao patterns flickering deep within their eyes, clearly indicating they were using their own Dao to verify, absorb, and transform these heavenly phenomena.

The ultimate truth enriches one's own inner strength.

Zhen Yuanzi, relying on his chaotic and inclusive nature, subtly guided and analyzed some of the sacred words of the Heavenly Dao, integrating them into his own system of earthly reincarnation.

However, the situation was quite different for the three thousand guests in the audience.

Above Lao Tzu's head hung the exquisite pagoda of the universe, from which wisps of primordial energy descended. His face remained serene and inactive, though his brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

His cultivation was the most profound, and his Dao heart was clear. He could understand about 50-60% of the essence of the teachings, but he found the deeper meanings obscure and difficult to understand. He could only force himself to memorize them and leave them for him to comprehend slowly in the future.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable's expression was solemn, and he tried his best to maintain the majesty of the Pangu lineage, but the occasional blank look in his eyes showed that he was having great difficulty listening and could only understand about two or three tenths of what he was hearing.

The Tongtian Sect Leader was straightforward, and his face showed no attempt to hide his confusion and anxiety.

He could still perceive some of the Daoist principles related to killing and ending, but when it came to deeper levels of order building and power distribution, it was like hearing a heavenly book.

As for the powerful beings such as Di Jun, Tai Yi, Kun Peng, Styx, Dong Wang Gong, and west Wang Mu, they were suffering even more at this moment.

The profound and mysterious sounds entered my ears, and at first, they seemed extraordinary. But upon closer examination, they seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, vague and unclear, and I could not grasp the key points.

Forcing myself to remember it, I found that the sound was profound and mysterious, easily forgotten after hearing it, like water flowing over stone without leaving a trace, or like a mirage, vanishing at the slightest touch.

They were all so anxious that sweat beaded on their foreheads, scratching their heads and cheeks, but to no avail. They could only exert all their spiritual power to try to imprint as many fragments of Daoist essence as possible.

Among all these beings, Houtu's situation is the most unique.

She sat quietly in the former witch tribe area.

Although she was alone, she still habitually stayed there, surrounded by a profound and mysterious aura of reincarnation.

It did not reject Hongjun's sermons on the Heavenly Dao; on the contrary, it acted as a subtle and precise filter, or a bottomless abyss.

That vast and magnificent Daoist energy, which left other powerful beings bewildered, flowed here.

The essence of "order," "cycle," "cause and effect," and "end" was quietly attracted and captured by the self-circulating cycle of reincarnation around her, and then slowly absorbed and integrated.

This wasn't because she actively "understood" or "memorized" it, but rather it was more like a resonance and complementarity at the level of principles.

The cyclical order described by the Way of Heaven and the reincarnation order she comprehended are essentially the same.

Her path of reincarnation is like a newly born black hole, instinctively drawing in all external resources that resonate with it.

They use grain to strengthen themselves.

The Daoist essence that other powerful beings could neither comprehend nor retain fell into her Samsara Dao Domain.

Yet it was as if she had found her home, naturally decomposed and absorbed, transforming into a deepening and expansion of her understanding of reincarnation.

Her eyes were closed, her face serene yet tinged with a hint of sorrow, and her aura deepened unnoticed.

Harmonious and well-rounded.

After an unknown amount of time, the profound celestial music that resounded throughout the Purple Cloud Palace and echoed deep within the souls of every listener abruptly ceased.

Hongjun Daozu stopped preaching, his face expressionless, his gaze calmly sweeping over the crowd below.

He neither urged nor explained, but simply waited quietly, giving these top-tier beings from the primordial world time to process what he had learned.

The strange phenomena within the palace—the golden lotus that sprang from the ground, the precious light that bloomed in the void, and the surrounding Dao patterns—slowly dissipated as the sermon ended, leaving only the lingering, rich Daoist aura that had not yet completely subsided.

In an instant, the entire Zixiao Palace fell into a strange silence.

Yang Mei, standing on the high platform, still wore that detached smile, as if what he had just heard was not the method to achieve sainthood, but a pleasant melody of Taoism.

Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, and Yin Yang slowly opened their eyes, their divine light subdued, clearly indicating that they had gained a great deal.

They were carefully contemplating what they had just gained, and they could perceive each other's insights on certain key points without even needing to speak, simply through the exchange of their energy.

The scene below the stage, however, was quite different.

Lao Tzu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The light from the Xuanhuang Pagoda above his head dimmed, and he kept his eyes closed, clearly immersed in a deep deduction of the part he had understood.

Yuanshi Tianzun frowned, his lips moved slightly, as if he were silently repeating some incomprehensible fragments, and his expression was not very good.

The Tongtian Sect Leader suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with resentment and frustration.

He felt many things flashing through his mind, but he couldn't grasp anything. He couldn't help but turn his gaze to his two elder brothers, especially his father.

Di Jun and Tai Yi looked at each other with solemn expressions, and both saw a deep sense of powerlessness in each other's eyes.

They were ambitious and intended to rule the Heavenly Court and achieve hegemony, but the path to sainthood was so difficult that they felt unprecedented obstacles.

The Eastern King Duke gripped his dragon-headed cane tightly, his knuckles turning white. His title as the head of male immortals seemed so pale and powerless before the profound and mysterious Dao of the Sage.

The Queen Mother of the West also looked worried, stroking the Kunlun Mirror, seemingly lost in thought.

Kunpeng's eyes were sinister, and his aura fluctuated, clearly indicating that the forced memorization had caused some disorder in his primordial spirit.

The Styx Ancestor's blood-red eyes gleamed with calculation, as if he were desperately piecing together those shattered fragments of Daoist essence.

The sorrow on Jieyin's face was so intense it was almost palpable, and Zhunti was so anxious he kept rubbing his hands together.

The West is impoverished and lacks top-tier lineages. Now, they find the last and most important path of the sages so difficult to understand. How can they not be anxious?

After the Daoist chanting stopped, the reincarnation aura around Tu, which had been absorbing Daoist essence on its own, gradually calmed down.

She slowly opened her eyes, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in those eyes that held the weight of countless lifetimes.

Although she did not actively "understand", she passively absorbed and integrated the principles.

This solidified her understanding of the Dao of Reincarnation, and her connection with the Heavenly Dao seemed to have an indescribable and subtle link.

She sat there quietly, appearing exceptionally serene compared to the other powerful beings who were either anxious or confused.

Hongjun Daozu took all of this in view, remaining silent and waiting.

This process of digestion and struggle is itself a form of selection and testing.

The atmosphere within Zixiao Palace was silent yet imbued with an invisible pressure, permeating the hearts of every powerful being whose mind was stirred.