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"Cultivation..."

A myriad of thoughts weighed on Feng Zhi's mind, ultimately culminating in a sigh.

In just one day, I witnessed old monsters fall one after another at the last step; this is the cruelest law of the world.

The climb seems endless, and life and death hang in the balance.

This experience of observing might not have been a bad form of spiritual practice for him.

The Holy Calamity has come to an end.

Even someone like Feng Zhi, who stands at the pinnacle of his generation, experienced a brief moment of confusion, let alone the disciples.

After the cheers in the training ground gradually subsided, another emotion quietly spread among the young disciples.

Some people looked down at their uncontrollably trembling hands, while others silently gazed at the lingering remnants of the calamity clouds in the distance.

One person's eyes glazed over, then they murmured softly, their voice filled with confusion:

"Even those senior practitioners couldn't survive... so what's the point of our cultivation? What's the meaning of it?"

No one can answer this question.

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Even those fallen old monsters couldn't cross it; they were all once invincible geniuses.

They lay dormant for countless years, waiting for the world to revive in this lifetime, hoping for a chance to become saints.

But the result?

Endless corpses and holy blood fell from the tribulation clouds, and the mournful screams filled with regret rose and fell, until not even a wisp of a soul remained.

A sense of denial slowly spread in everyone's hearts, not out of fear of death, but out of doubt about this path of cultivation.

If the end result is the same, then what is the point of all the hard work and endurance along the way?

The elders and chief ministers above didn't show much expression or emotion.

They have all been tempered by time, and their Daoist convictions have long been refined to be steady and firm, so they are not easily shaken like the younger disciples.

A strong sense of the Tao is an essential part of the path of cultivation. Only through constant refinement by time and experience can one withstand the impact and torment of the path of cultivation.

The elders took in everyone's reactions.

They had lived for so long, seen many prodigies fall halfway through their journeys, and also seen younger generations whose Dao hearts collapsed, so they naturally understood what they were thinking.

Wang Batian exchanged a glance with the other four elders, and then slowly spoke.

The fierce courage he had displayed during his tribulation was gone, replaced by a gentle warmth that had been tempered by the passage of time.

"Stay calm. What you see is not the end of the road, but just an inevitable tribulation along the way."

"Everyone, come to the field. Today, we old folks will give you a sermon."

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of light appeared in everyone's dazed eyes.

The old man's words temporarily calmed his fluctuating Dao heart.

A considerable commotion immediately erupted in the arena.

The sage is preaching...

If you go back a few miles, those are beings that haven't appeared in hundreds of thousands of years, let alone heard about in person.

Now, five sage ancestors are personally opening altars for them. This blessing is enough to save them from countless detours on their cultivation path and even change the trajectory of their lives.

The powerful elders and other influential figures listened from both sides below the patriarchs.

Behind them stood hundreds of thousands of disciples, all gazing expectantly at the figure shrouded in five beams of holy light.

Feng Zhi was at the forefront of the disciples, followed closely by a group of close disciples and core members, quietly waiting for the patriarch to speak.

He also came to listen to the ancestors' insights on the Dao Heart, for this kind of experience cannot be honed simply by raising one's cultivation level.

Of the five beings seated cross-legged in holy light, like gods descending to earth, one finally spoke slowly:

"The focus of this sermon is the heart. What is the heart...?"

The moment he spoke, thousands of golden rays descended from the sky, and golden lotuses bloomed out of thin air, slowly rotating in mid-air.

Each golden lotus carries a wisp of sacred law, sprinkling down star-like golden light rain.

The light rain falling on the disciples transformed into a warm current, soothing their fear and unease.

This is the unique phenomenon of a sage preaching the Way... golden lotuses spitting from his mouth, and heavenly flowers falling in profusion.

The five patriarchs took turns speaking.

They talked about their confusion about the passage of time when they were young.

They spoke of their helplessness when they witnessed the deaths of their loved ones and fellow disciples, and how they rose again amidst repeated doubts.

Each time a patriarch begins his sermon, a new phenomenon will appear in the sky.

Auspicious beasts streaked across the sky, auspicious clouds condensed into ancient scriptures, and the sounds of the Great Dao echoed from the void.

Those unusual phenomena were not deliberately provoked, but rather a natural manifestation of the resonance between the sacred laws and the heavens and earth.

The speaker's insights are conveyed to the depths of each disciple's consciousness in the most direct way.

Everyone listened with rapt attention, as if their souls had been elevated.

Throughout the event, people kept asking questions, and the elders patiently answered them.

Their every word was like a hammer, striking heavily on the hearts of every disciple, forging their wavering resolve into a more solid foundation, much like iron being forged.

After an unknown amount of time, when the last patriarch fell silent, the martial arts arena remained completely quiet.

Everyone was still immersed in the lingering effects of the sacred laws.

The strange phenomenon overhead had long since dissipated, and the illusory image of the laws had re-integrated into the world, but that gentle holy might still lingered among the peaks, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

Ancient sages preached regardless of the time of day, sometimes for a few hours, sometimes for several days, depending entirely on their own will and the fortune of their disciples.

In this session, the five patriarchs took turns opening their altars, speaking of everything from the Daoist heart to the passage of time, from life and death to obsessions...

He tirelessly shared all the insights he had accumulated over the years.

This is the advantage of having a powerful force. If you are a rogue cultivator, where will you find a sage to preach and enlighten you?

After a long while, Wang Batian slowly stood up.

His lazy eyes swept over the hundreds of thousands of young faces below, confirming that their Dao hearts had stabilized, before a smile appeared on his lips.

"Alright, everyone, go home and sort out what you've gained these past few days."

The disciples reluctantly rose to their feet, some with tears in their eyes, others bowing deeply to their ancestor as soon as they stood up.

The questions that had troubled them since the beginning of their spiritual practice were answered one by one during this sermon, for which they were extremely grateful.

Feng Zhi slowly opened his eyes, a sense of enlightenment welling up in his heart.

Although his realm did not improve, his understanding of the path to enlightenment became even more precious.

The principles taught by our ancestors are actually very simple; they are the most basic guidelines on the path of spiritual cultivation.

But when spoken by a sage, it's completely different; every word seems to be etched directly into the depths of one's primordial spirit.

He straightened his robes, bowed solemnly in the direction of the elders, and then turned and walked towards the Hall of the Holy Son.

He needs to digest the gains and insights he has made in the past few days in his future cultivation and integrate them into his foundation of cultivation.