My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

"This time, after three thousand years, the Great Luo Dao is bestowed..."

On the high platform, the figure of Dao Ancestor Hongjun was blurred, his true appearance unseen, but his voice, like the imperial decree of the Great Dao, resounded in every corner of Zixiao Palace, reaching the depths of one's soul.

There are no dazzling flowers falling from the sky, no golden lotuses springing from the ground; only the most simple and genuine Taoist words, expounding the wonders of primordial chaos and the foundation of the Great Luo.

"The Great Luo One transcends the Five Elements, transcends Yin and Yang, is not within the Three Realms, and is not subject to calamities. One can comprehend the laws, defy the secrets of Heaven, and live as long as Heaven and Earth. Only through countless eons can one attain such a status..."

His tone was calm, yet each word struck the heart of every listener like a heavy hammer.

Some people suddenly realized, some frowned, some were dazed, and some were anxious.

The Three Pure Ones sat upright and solemnly.

Lao Tzu's eyelids were slightly lowered, as if he were asleep but not quite, and a Taoist aura flowed around him, with auspicious clouds appearing faintly.

Yuanshi stood upright with a solemn expression, and the Jade Purity Immortal Light flickered intermittently.

Tongtian's eyes shone brightly, sometimes nodding and sometimes frowning, and sword energy appeared around his body, resonating with the Daoist sound.

An extraordinary phantom gradually appeared behind Nuwa, with the Daoist principles of creation flowing through it.

The Bagua compass on Fuxi's lap rotates on its own, revealing the image of a dragon-horse carrying the diagram.

Emperor Jun, with the Hetu and Luoshu floating above his head, deduced the celestial cycles.

The Chaos Bell on Taiyi's lap trembled slightly, its Dao patterns flowing.

Zhen Yuanzi held the Earth Book in his hand, the Qi of the Earth element as thick and heavy as a mountain.

Hongyun's smile faded, and she fell into deep thought, a rare occurrence for her.

Styx closed his eyes, blood gushed forth, and the two swords behind him hummed softly.

Kunpeng's face was gloomy, clearly indicating that he was having trouble calming down.

Zhunti's expression was one of suffering, sometimes appearing dazed, sometimes bewildered.

Houtu sat quietly alone, the Daoist energy of the earth flowing slowly around her, subtly aligning with the Daoist Ancestor's teachings on bearing and nourishing.

She was the only ancestral witch in the room who could listen and gain some understanding.

The four ancestral witches, Zhujiuyin, Zhurong, Gonggong, and Rushou, initially listened with some effort, but after a while, they could no longer hide their impatience.

Zhu Rong even yawned silently, only managing to sit up straight after being glared at by Gong Gong.

When the Daoist patriarch preached the Dao, he did not distinguish between races or backgrounds, but only imparted the true meaning of the Great Dao.

How much one can comprehend depends entirely on one's own opportunities, comprehension, and accumulated knowledge.

Meng Chuan's mind sank into the sound of the Dao.

What I am about to say is the Way of the Great Luo.

How to condense the three flowers at the top of the head, how to refine the five energies in the chest, to forge an immortal foundation for the Dao, until the three flowers gather at the top and the five energies converge, thus attaining the Great Luo Dao Fruit... also vaguely touches upon the next step.

This is exactly the guidance he needs most.

Within the body, the Nine Revolutions Mystic Art operates on its own, causing blood and qi to surge like a dragon.

Within his dantian, the four spiritual treasures—the Primordial Golden Bucket, the Golden Dragon Scissors, the Universe Ruler, and the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl—trembled slightly, their Daoist aura flowing and resonating with the Daoist sound.

Under the cleansing influence of the Dao Sound, the remaining violent killing intent of Rahu was further washed away and purified, transforming into the most fundamental killing Dao principles, which were integrated into his understanding of severing and destruction.

The sound of the Dao enters the ear and transforms into countless Dao runes, which swirl, recombine, and evolve in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He glimpsed how the Great Dao of Power stretched open the chaos and established earth, water, fire, and wind;

The path of slaughter reveals that new life is born from destruction, and a beginning is hidden within the end.

Experience how the Great Dao of Space folds the void and evolves the heavens;

Experience how the primordial chaos encompasses all things and gives rise to all creation.

The three illusory flower shadows in his chest became more solid under the nourishment of the Dao sound, attracting each other and slowly drawing closer.

A five-colored rainbow bridge spans across the dantian, connecting with the flower stem to provide a continuous source of nourishment.

A thousand years, two thousand years, three thousand years...

Time loses its meaning in the sound of the Tao.

Someone broke through to a higher realm, their aura surging dramatically;

Some people are stuck and making no progress.

Some people lost their moral compass and coughed up blood!

Meng Chuan's aura steadily rose...

As he was about to finish his sermon, he broke through the barrier and entered the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm.

However, what he heard was the Dao of the Primordial Spirit, and his physical body did not synchronize in time.

The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique is still in its early seventh stage, just a step away from the middle stage.

This advancement of the primordial spirit is thanks to Hongjun's sermon. It will take further progress in profound arts before the physical body can catch up with the primordial spirit and rival the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm.

With this breakthrough, his magical power increased again. All the spiritual treasures and the fragment of the God-Slaying Spear, after three thousand years of listening to the Dao and nurturing, became increasingly compatible with him, and finally, they were "completely refined" and perfectly integrated.

Meng Chuan opened his eyes, and his gaze seemed to reflect the creation of chaos and the birth and death of stars, before vanishing in an instant and returning to calm.

He looked around.

The aura emanating from the Three Pure Ones is most astonishing.

The auspicious clouds above Laozi's head had transformed into a black and white flowing halo of Daoist energy, as deep as an abyss, clearly indicating that he had reached the peak of the Great Luo realm.

Behind Yuanshi, the Jade Purity Immortal Light soared into the sky, transforming into auspicious clouds and golden lamps, vast and boundless, marking his entry into the late stage of the Great Luo realm.

Three sword flowers bloomed above Tongtian's head, with Qingping Sword hanging above them. The sword energy soared into the sky, indicating that he had also entered the later stage.

Nuwa's illusory figure solidified considerably, its Daoist aura as rich as water, indicating she had entered the mid-stage of the Great Luo realm.

The Eight Trigrams Disc in Fuxi's palm evolved through the cosmos, reaching the middle stage of the Great Luo.

The Hetu and Luoshu were fully manifested above Di Jun's head, surrounded by stars, and he entered the late stage of the Great Luo realm.

The Chaos Bell on Taiyi's lap rang out, its sound reverberating through the chaos, both being late-stage Great Luo cultivators.

Zhen Yuanzi, holding the Earth Book, perfected the Dao of Earth and entered the mid-stage of the Great Luo Realm.

Hongyun was surrounded by auspicious clouds that transformed into celebratory clouds, and his smile was honest and kind; he had also reached the middle stage of the Great Luo realm.

Behind the Styx River, the evil aura of Yuan Tu Abi soared to the sky, and blood light filled the heavens, indicating the late stage of the Great Luo realm.

Kunpeng's expression remained gloomy.

Because his meditation cushion was taken away, he was depressed and unable to concentrate. Although his energy increased, he only barely approached the middle stage and remained at the early stage of the Great Luo realm.

Beside Houtu, the profound Daoist aura of the earth had transformed into streams of mysterious yellow energy that swirled around her, resonating subtly with the ground beneath her feet, solid as a mountain—she had actually broken through to the late stage of the Great Luo realm.

The four ancestral witches, including Zhujiuyin and Zhurong, still exuded a domineering aura, but their Daoist charm remained largely unchanged, indicating that their primordial spirit cultivation had made no progress whatsoever.

They had been so bored they were exchanging glances, and now that the sermon was about to end, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Behind the main hall, dozens of auras surged forth one after another.

They were all exceptionally talented among the demon race, and would become the future pillars of the Heavenly Court, such as Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, and Fei Lian... They broke through from the peak of Taiyi and entered the early stage of Daluo in one fell swoop.

Among the three thousand guests at Zixiao Palace, some were happy, some were sad, but all gained something.

"Three thousand years have passed; this sermon concludes here."

The Dao Ancestor's voice remained calm and clear, reaching everyone's ears.

"The next lecture will be six thousand years from now. At that time, we will discuss the path of the Quasi-Saints."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Dao Ancestor's figure slowly faded away, vanishing like a bubble.

The platform was completely empty.

Only the vast Daoist essence still permeates the palace, offering people something to contemplate and savor.

After a brief silence, the palace was filled with sighs, exclamations, and whispers.

Three thousand years of listening to the Dao is not a long time for even the weakest cultivator present, who is still a Golden Immortal.

However, the Taoist patriarch's teachings were too profound, causing great mental and physical exhaustion.

As the sermon ended, many people looked tired, but also happy with what they had gained.

The Three Pure Ones rose first. Laozi nodded slightly to Yuanshi and Tongtian, and the three of them transformed into a beam of light and departed first.

Nuwa, Fuxi, Dijun, Taiyi, Zhenyuanzi, Hongyun, and others also got up one after another, greeted each other, and then each fled.

Zhu Jiuyin stretched, his joints cracking, and said to Houtu, "Sister, let's go. This nonsense of yours is giving me a headache."

Zhurong, Gonggong, and Rushou also got up and prepared to leave.

Houtu nodded slightly, but did not move immediately. Instead, she turned her gaze to Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan had also gotten up and was about to walk towards her.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait."

A cold, eerie voice suddenly came from the side.