Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

Jiang Hao admired this person the most; he was a truly unparalleled hero.

To be able to create such a powerful cultivation method.

I can't even begin to imagine how high the level of such a person's character is.

Conservative estimates suggest it will far exceed the immortals.

Jiang Hao continued to explain the mysteries of the five great realms of the human body: the Sea of ​​Wheels, the Palace of the Dao, the Four Extremes, the Dragon Transformation, and the Sendai.

It explains how it corresponds to the microcosm of the human body, progressing step by step, from mortal to immortal.

This is not a specific technique, but a fundamental principle and direction.

As he recounted the story, magnificent and awe-inspiring visions manifested spontaneously.

Above the platform, chaotic energy surged, and the earth, fire, wind, and water were reenacted, as if creating miniature universes.

Behind Jiang Hao, a massive, towering phantom of Dao Wo, identical to himself, appeared.

Within the illusory body, the five secret realms are like five eternal sacred heavens, radiating light that illuminates all the heavens!

At the Sea of ​​Wheels, the Fountain of Life gushes forth, the Sea of ​​Suffering is boundless, and the Divine Bridge spans the sky! Inside the Dao Palace, five illusory figures of the gods of the internal organs sit cross-legged, chanting different Great Dao scriptures, their sound waves transforming into tangible runes.

The Four Extremes Secret Realm: The four limbs are like pillars supporting the four poles of heaven and earth, communicating with the great power in the dark!

In the Dragon Transformation Realm, a great dragon with a prominent spine roars, its segments lighting up as it leaps towards immortality.

On the platform, the primordial spirit sat cross-legged in the ninth heaven, overlooking the mortal world and radiating immortal Dao light.

"Buzz buzz buzz." The Heavenly Sound of the Great Dao roared, not just heard by the ears, but resounded directly in the depths of the hearts of all living beings.

In the void, countless chaotic golden lotuses bloomed out of thin air, slowly rotating and sprinkling down a rain of light containing pure Daoist essence.

In the void, spiritual energy also condensed and gushed forth as a divine spring.

Countless profound Dao patterns, following Jiang Hao's words, transformed into tangible golden divine chains and runes, which then dispersed.

Some merged into the void, while others seemed to possess sentience, flying down to the cultivators below who were listening with rapt attention and whose hearts resonated with the music, disappearing into their brows or bodies.

The audience's reactions were varied. An old sage from a remote star region, whose lifespan was nearing its end and who had been stuck at the peak of the sage realm for a long time, was moved to tears upon hearing the words that pointed directly to the origin of the secret realm.

The long-dormant Sea of ​​Wheels within his body suddenly roared like thunder, the Sea of ​​Bitterness boiled, the bottleneck that had remained unmoved for many years shattered, and his aura instantly soared to the Saint King realm.

His body radiated a divine aura, and he was so excited that he repeatedly kowtowed towards the direction of the Taoist altar.

A demon prodigy, whose true form is a golden-winged roc, heard the explanation of the Four Extremes Secret Realm's ability to connect with the four extremes of heaven and earth, and to strengthen the body and space.

A pair of dazzling golden wings involuntarily unfurled behind him, causing the void to tremble, and his understanding of his own innate divine power instantly deepened several levels.

A stone spirit listened to the secrets of how the Dao Palace nourished the five internal organs and evolved the five gods. The stone skin on its body made a soft cracking sound, and the Daoist chants emanated from within, making its life force even more vigorous and pure.

Many ordinary cultivators either suddenly realized something, or frowned and fell into deep thought, or danced with excitement and could not control themselves.

Throughout the vast audience area, the Daoist rhythm flowed and the atmosphere fluctuated. Breakthroughs were frequently achieved by individuals, with rays of light and various extraordinary phenomena appearing, yet all were enveloped in an overall solemn and devout atmosphere of enlightenment.

This sermon lasted for two and a half years.

As Jiang Hao finished speaking the last Daoist phrase, the vast and wondrous phenomenon that enveloped the starry sky began to slowly dissipate. The illusory image of Dao Wo disappeared, and the Golden Lotus Divine Spring turned into specks of light and scattered.

But the lingering aura of the Great Dao seems to be imprinted on this starry sky, lingering for a long time. In the countless years to come, this place may become a sacred place for enlightenment.

silence.

It lasted for several dozen breaths.

then,

"boom!"

An even more enthusiastic and heartfelt roar erupted from the beginning!

"Thank you, Great Emperor, for your grace in spreading the Dao!"

"The Great Emperor of Chaos is merciful, showing us the way forward!"

"This kindness is like a second birth; I will never forget it!"

"Great Emperor, Great Emperor, Great Emperor!"

All living beings, regardless of their previous stance or the size of their gains, are now completely convinced and deeply grateful.

They faced the altar and bowed deeply with the highest rites of their respective races.

Many lives were filled with uncontrollable sobs.

For countless people, the preaching over the past two and a half years has been nothing short of a transformative spiritual baptism and enlightenment on the path of Taoism.

Jiang Hao accepted their bow before slowly rising.

His gaze swept over the dark, agitated crowd of spirits below once more, but he still didn't say much.

With just a slight nod, his figure faded away like an ink painting, disappearing silently from the platform.

The Great Emperor is gone, but his lingering influence remains.

The spirits in the starry sky lingered for a long time, digesting their unprecedented gains and exchanging profound insights.

This momentous sermon, destined to be recorded in the annals of the heavens, has finally come to an end.

Deep within the main hall of the Daoist Sect, Jiang Hao sat alone in quiet contemplation.

While I was preaching just now, I felt the increasingly powerful and gathering energy of heaven and earth.

He also clearly sensed another vast, pure, and warm power.

This force, formed from countless devout beliefs and reverence, surged towards Jiang Hao like an invisible ocean of light.

"The power of faith..."

This is a miraculous power born from the faith and aspirations of all beings; it is extremely mysterious.

Legend has it that in the early ancient times, there was a supreme being known as Buddha who used this power to attain enlightenment and achieved extremely high attainments, ranking among the top among all those who attained enlightenment.

Opinions differ regarding this power, both past and present. Some believe it is a shortcut to rapidly increase one's strength.

Some people think this is relying on external things, not on one's own way.

Some people have also conducted in-depth research and developed all sorts of incredible and ingenious uses.

Jiang Hao looked calmly at the vast power before him, warm and pure, radiating a faint golden glow and countless subtle ripples of prayer.

He is a chaotic being who firmly believes that his own Dao is the strongest path and does not need to use this power to strengthen his origin or assist in cultivation.

With a slight thought, he did not allow this power to approach him, but instead raised his hand to summon his symbiotic imperial weapon, the Chaos Heavenly Blade.

The ancient-looking blade floated in the air, emitting a soft hum.

"Go." Jiang Hao gave a soft shout, guiding the vast, ocean-like power of the Eye of Faith to continuously pour into the Chaos Heavenly Blade.

The Heavenly Blade game is in turmoil!

The patterns on the blade, which seemed to contain the birth and death of nebulae, suddenly lit up, like a parched riverbed welcoming a raging flood.

It began to greedily absorb and contain this pure spiritual power.

The blade's light became more restrained and gentle. The originally domineering and incomparable chaotic aura seemed to have gained an indescribable spirituality and compassion, yet they blended perfectly without any conflict.

After a long while, when the last wisp of Faith Eye power entered the blade, the Heavenly Blade let out a clear, satisfied cry, automatically flew back to Jiang Hao's side, and hovered quietly, its aura mysterious and unpredictable.

The power of the Eye of Faith was not integrated into the Heavenly Blade; it was merely placed within the Heavenly Blade's space.

"This power... a convergence of pure belief, perhaps..."

Jiang Hao stroked the cold blade, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

A vague idea took shape in his mind about how to use this special power that wasn't meant for himself. But that wasn't the priority.

He lowered his hand and turned his gaze outside the hall, as if piercing through the endless starry sky, landing on the desolate and silent forbidden zones of life on the edge of the universe, where endless dangers and evils lurk, and also on all the myriad worlds.

In the direction of certain forces that still harbor ill intentions towards humanity, the Origin Realm, and him personally.

The sermon is finished, and the blessings have been spread far and wide; now it is time to settle accounts.