Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

The gazes of the five sages fell upon him simultaneously.

Huanglong evoked a profound sense of awe stemming from the most fundamental level of life itself.

Even Huanglong, who was already a Great Golden Immortal, felt a slight shortness of breath under the watchful eyes of the five saints, as if countless divine mountains were on his body.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and quickly got up, straightened his Taoist robe, and moved with meticulous care and heartfelt respect.

He first bowed deeply to the Supreme Sage of Taiqing in the center, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable beside him, and the Tongtian Sect Master on the other side, his voice clear and sincere:

"Disciple Huang Long thanks Grand Master Uncle, Master, and Tongtian Uncle for their kindness in imparting knowledge and teachings. The Great Dao of the Sages is profound and mysterious, and I have benefited greatly from it."

A smile appeared on the faces of the three Pure Ones.

After Huanglong finished bowing, he turned to the Western Sect's Guide and Zhunti Daoists and bowed in the same manner, his etiquette impeccable: "Thank you, my two senior uncles, for explaining the profound mysteries of the Great Dao to your disciple."

Jieyin and Zhunti nodded slightly.

Seated high on his cloud bed, with a solemn expression and emanating the Daoist aura of the order of heaven and earth, Yuanshi Tianzun looked at his second disciple, who was courteous and well-mannered, and a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

He nodded slightly, and with a gentle wave of his sleeve, a vast yet gentle force lifted the yellow dragon.

Yuanshi Tianzun pointed to the futon behind Huanglong, indicating that he should sit back down.

"Let's wait patiently."

The voice of the Primordial Celestial Venerable was calm, yet majestic and kind, resounding directly in Huanglong's mind.

Upon hearing his master say this, Huanglong knew that there must be something to tell him later.

Huanglong dared not ask any more questions, and followed his instructions to sit cross-legged again, focusing his mind on his nose and then his heart, returning his spirit to his body to continue to contemplate the gains he had made from listening to the Dao.

I don't know how much time has passed; it may be a moment, or it may be a hundred years.

Just as Huanglong was immersed in the profound mysteries of the Great Dao, the growing noise shattered his inner peace.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw that most of the disciples of the three religions who had been immersed in enlightenment on the lectern had awakened.

The disciples, their faces showing a mix of joy at their gains, confusion, and thoughtful expressions, were whispering with acquaintances, discussing the insights gained from the sermon and why the sage had lingered for so long.

Only a few disciples who were slightly less gifted or who did not gain much from this lecture still had furrowed brows and beads of sweat on their foreheads.

Each was so engrossed in the path of sainthood that they could not extricate themselves, trying to grasp that fleeting glimmer of inspiration, oblivious to the changes around them.

Just when Huang Long thought that he still needed to wait for all his fellow disciples to wake up, and perhaps his master and the others had other plans, a sudden change occurred!

On the cloud bed, the venerable Uncle Tongtian, dressed in a green robe, looked at his disciples who were lost in their delusions and could not find a way out, and listened to the increasingly noisy voices below the stage, his brows furrowing slightly.

He flicked his finger, and a dazzling sword light burst forth from his fingertip, silently and instantly traversing space, striking the Three Pure Bells hanging on one side of the lectern.

"clang--!"

The bells suddenly rang out!

Unlike the deep and heavy sound of ordinary bells, the sound of the Sanqing Bell is crisp and lively, as if the world is reborn, penetrating deep into the soul of all living beings.

The moment the bell rang, visible ripples of seven-colored spiritual energy erupted from the bell, instantly engulfing the entire preaching platform.

Those disciples who had been frowning and struggling were shaken by the sound of the bell, which contained the supreme Dao sound. Their bodies trembled, and the confusion in their eyes disappeared, replaced by clarity and regret.

They then realized that they had almost fallen into a trap. If it weren't for the bell ringing and waking them up, they didn't know how much longer they would have been trapped. They quickly composed themselves and looked gratefully toward the cloud bed.

The entire platform fell silent for a moment, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All the disciples, regardless of their cultivation level, remained calm and focused, awaiting the divine decree from the Three Pure Ones.

The clear, resonant voice, like a thunderclap, exploded in the ears of all the disciples:

"From this day forward, the sermons held once every thousand years will come to an end."

The disciples were in an uproar!

"What?"

Why is that?

"A sermon that happens once every thousand years... has it stopped?"

"What...what should we do!"

"..."

After a brief silence, the area below the pulpit erupted into a frenzy of excitement!

Exclamations of surprise, doubts, and regrets rose and fell.

For these disciples, most of whom do not have deep roots or exceptional talents, the lectures given by the Three Pure Ones once every thousand years and the special instruction given by Tongtian once every hundred years are the most important, and perhaps only, shortcuts for them to improve their cultivation and comprehend the Great Dao.

Sages personally expounded the Great Dao and elucidated the mysteries of the laws, and their cultivation speed far surpassed that of some innate beings.

Now that this sermon, which has lasted for more than a century, has suddenly come to an end, it means that their future path will be many times more rugged and difficult.

The time required to break through from Xuanxian to Jinxian, and from Jinxian to Taiyi Jinxian, would probably have to be calculated in Yuanhui!

Panic and despair, leaving most of the disciples bewildered, spread through their hearts.

However, the boiling only lasted for a moment.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the noisy disciples of the Jie Sect and showed a slight displeasure. Saints are close to heaven, and if a saint shows a slight displeasure, it means that the Heavenly Dao is displeased.

In an instant, the world changed color. The disciples' awe of the sage regained its dominance, and all the clamor quickly subsided, eventually turning into a repressive silence.

No one dared to voice their doubts, no one dared to raise their head and question them.

Such is the Emperor's will; how could ordinary disciples like them be allowed to question it?

If disciples like Xuandu and Huanglong raised objections, the Three Pure Ones might patiently answer them, but as for them...!

Despite all the resentment, I can only bury it deep in my heart.

Amidst the silence filled with disappointment and unease among these ordinary disciples, the voice of the Tongtian Sect Leader rang out once more, carrying a hint of encouragement and a test:

"However, the cultivation of the Great Way also requires perseverance."

"In order to encourage all disciples to make progress in their cultivation and to test the results of their cultivation over the past nearly one cycle, we are holding the Three Teachings Disciples' Conference here again today."

His gaze swept over the disciples below the stage, and his tone became more assertive: "Those who perform exceptionally well, I, along with Senior Brother Taiqing and Senior Brother Yuanshi, will generously bestow upon them Golden Cores and spiritual treasures as a reward!"

"A philosophical discussion?"

"A sage bestows a treasure!"

"A primordial spiritual treasure?"

The situation took an unexpected turn, reigniting the emotions of the disciples below the stage.

Although the opportunity to attend lectures regularly has been lost, if one can stand out at this conference and catch the eye of the sage, and receive a treasure bestowed by the sage, it would undoubtedly be a greater opportunity than the lectures themselves!

Many disciples' eyes rekindled with fervor, eager to try their skills.

Just then, another unexpected event occurred.

The Sage of Guidance, whose eyes had been tightly closed and whose face was filled with sorrow, twitched his eyelids slightly when he heard the words "Golden Elixir and Spiritual Treasure," and then slowly opened them.

His eyes were deep, as if an endless sea of ​​bitterness was churning within them.

His gaze, seemingly unintentionally, fell upon the chief disciple of the Western Sect—the Medicine Master.

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