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About half an hour later, all the college entrance examination candidates of this year—except for Ye Hongli, who had already ascended to the Heavenly Realm—had arrived and gathered at the Alliance Square.

At this moment, the Jade Emperor's avatar appeared in mid-air. Beside him stood a young man dressed in a simple Taoist robe, with a gentle and refined demeanor.

Most of the students present recognized this person—Master Xuandu, the only direct disciple of the Celestial Venerable Morality.

The Jade Emperor's gaze swept across the area below, and he declared in a loud voice: "After ascending to the Heavenly Realm, you shall obey the arrangements of Master Xuandu and shall not act on your own or cause trouble."

"yes--!"

Everyone responded in unison.

As soon as they finished speaking, the teleportation array beneath their feet shone brightly. In a flash, when they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in another world.

Taiqing Heaven, the Daoist temple of the Moral Heavenly Venerable.

Before me lay a wide-open space, with tens of thousands of prayer cushions neatly arranged on the ground.

Many celestial beings had already taken their seats, and upon seeing this group of mortal youths suddenly appear, many gazes were cast over—the vast majority of which fell upon Qin Le.

After all, the legend of him comprehending the Dao of Immortality with a mortal body and possessing unparalleled comprehension throughout history had already spread throughout the Three Realms. Naturally, the gods and immortals of the Heavenly Realm were curious about him.

As for the others? Even a prodigy like Lu Qingshuang, with 100% approachability, still seemed immature in their eyes and not worth their time.

"The last three rows of prayer cushions are your seats." Master Xuandu's voice was gentle yet clear, reaching everyone's ears: "Please find your seats."

The students sat down quietly as instructed, and no one made a sound.

After everyone was seated, Master Xuandu smiled slightly and said, "There's no need to be so formal. You can talk freely until our master arrives."

After saying this, he turned and gracefully departed, leaving the mortal students looking at each other in bewilderment.

After Master Xuandu left, most people still dared not make a sound, but could not help but quietly look around—everything in the celestial realm was full of novelty to them.

Chen Yun finally couldn't hold back any longer, reached out and patted Qin Le beside him, lowering his voice to say:

"The Celestial Realm is indeed different... The spiritual energy is so dense that it's visible to the naked eye."

In this sacred place, the spiritual energy is so dense that it's like a thin mist, visible to the naked eye. Even the most advanced spirit-gathering arrays in the mortal realm cannot achieve such a sight.

"This is a sacred place," Qin Le smiled. "It's different from other places in the Heavenly Realm."

"That's true... but this place is truly full of treasures." Chen Yun looked around with shining eyes.

He didn't actually recognize all the furnishings in the temple, but he could tell from the natural spiritual aura and Daoist radiance emanating from those items that they were no ordinary objects.

As they waited, more and more deities arrived. Among them were many familiar faces—the Jade Emperor himself, several high-ranking members of the alliance who had previously descended to the mortal realm…

Suddenly, a crimson figure descended from the sky and flew straight towards the group of mortal students.

"Why are you cowering here like a quail?" Nezha landed on his Wind Fire Wheels, looking at Chen Yun with disdain. "Is it really necessary to be so nervous?"

This is Nezha in his true form. His aura is many times stronger than his mortal soul division. Just by standing there, he exudes an invisible pressure.

"How can I not be nervous?" Chen Yun smiled wryly, "I'm not like you..."

Upon meeting Nezha in person, he actually relaxed a little—perhaps due to the subtle sense of security brought by a familiar face.

"Alright, relax." Nezha couldn't help but laugh: "Sages don't have that many rules. They won't throw you out just because you're breathing loudly."

"Okay, okay..." Chen Yun replied verbally, but his body remained tense.

He took out a storage ring and handed it over: "This is for you."

Inside were the toys that Nezha had specifically requested before—more than ten Truth Bombs, as well as a batch of magical artifact models shaped like fighter jets, tanks, and airships.

Nezha asked Chen Yun to bring it along while he was in heaven—after all, he couldn't just descend to the mortal realm at will.

These things were only good for Nezha because they were fun; their practical value in combat was practically zero.

"Here, these are the materials I gave you." Nezha took the ring and tossed one back to him as well: "Next time, bring me something more interesting."

As a senior colleague, he naturally wouldn't let Chen Yun work for nothing.

"No problem, boss!"

Chen Yun chuckled as he took it, and his eyes lit up when he scanned it with his divine sense—it contained a considerable amount of refining materials that he could currently use.

"I'm leaving." Nezha waved his hand and rode his wheel back to his prayer mat.

At this moment, Chu Xiaonan suddenly patted Qin Le excitedly, her voice trembling: "Qin Le, look over there—"

Qin Le looked in the direction he pointed.

Not far away, a man dressed in gleaming silver armor and with a black cloak hanging down sat as still as a mountain. He was extremely handsome, with a faint golden line between his brows, yet his expression exuded a dignified and imposing aura. Just sitting there, he was like a sharp sword with its blade concealed.

It was none other than Erlang Shen.

"Should we rush up now and do a sliding kneeling ceremony to become his apprentice?" Qin Le teased with a smile.

"Don't be silly." Chu Xiaonan shook her head without even thinking: "If you really do that, it will be so embarrassing for Erlang Zhenjun."

Qin Le: "...Okay, you're hopeless."

This guy's first reaction wasn't to embarrass himself, but to worry about his idol embarrassing himself.

This late-stage brain injury is truly incurable.

Gradually, the prayer cushions in the dojo were almost full. Even Ye Hongli, who had ascended ahead of schedule, appeared quietly at some point and sat silently among her former classmates, not attracting much attention.

Just as the last empty space was filled—

On the high platform at the very front, a figure in black robes appeared naturally, as if he had always been sitting there, but everyone was only seeing him now.

Moral Celestial Venerable.

His face was warm, his gaze swept peacefully across the room, and he smiled slightly.

"Now that everyone is here, let's begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, he parted his lips slightly and uttered a sentence—

The moment the sound entered their ears, it transformed into the vast and boundless sound of the Great Dao, like a clear spring washing away dust or a morning bell breaking the dawn, instantly engulfing everyone's consciousness.

Almost at the same moment, all the listeners in the temple, except for the Celestial Venerable of Morality himself, entered a mysterious state of near-Dao—their eyes were slightly closed, their expressions were peaceful, and the Daoist aura was faintly visible around them.

The reason I say almost...

That's because there are still two people conscious in the dojo at this moment.

The first is the Moral Celestial Venerable who is currently preaching.

The other person is Qin Le.

Unlike others, he heard every word spoken by the Celestial Venerable of Morality clearly and distinctly—it was not some mysterious or esoteric language, but the ancient and simple Tao Te Ching.

However, when recited by a sage, every word becomes a Daoist rhyme, and every sentence becomes a law.

The Celestial Venerable of Morality naturally noticed these two conscious individuals. However, he did not interrupt his sermon; he merely lingered his gaze on Qin Le for a moment longer before calmly continuing his discourse.

After an unknown amount of time, the recitation of the scriptures was completed.

The people in the temple were still immersed in the lingering charm of the Great Dao, their expressions dazed, as if in a drunken stupor.

At this moment, the Celestial Venerable of Morality gently beckoned to Qin Le.

Qin Le stood up and took a step forward—his figure had already appeared beside the high platform.

The Celestial Venerable looked at him and asked with a gentle smile, "Did you gain anything?"

Qin Le bowed respectfully: "The harvest was quite plentiful."

This is absolutely true.

The Celestial Venerable of Morality is an existence who has already reached the level of the Great Dao. For Qin Le, who has also comprehended the Great Dao, his teachings are not merely scratching the surface, but a true reflection of the path of the Dao.