127: People's thoughts
The sound of bells rang out, reaching the ears of those destined to hear it.
Many Innate Sacred Beings focused their gazes upon the Nine Heavens, where the Zixiao Palace in the Chaos was located.
At Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones, who were quietly cultivating and discussing the Dao, opened their eyes in unison.
"The second lecture at Zixiao Palace is imminent; let us brothers set off immediately," said Taishang Laozi, a longing for his future path in the Dao swirling in his eyes.
Having long since reached the Realm of Daluo Perfection, he had been stuck at this bottleneck for quite some time.
Although his strength continued to increase, his cultivation Realm remained unable to achieve a Breakthrough.
Yuanshi and Tongtian were the same.
Although the two were a step behind Taishang, they had also successively reached the Realm of Daluo Perfection.
They were also full of anticipation for the path ahead.
"Let's go!"
The Three Pure Ones transformed into three streaks of clear light and soared, heading towards Zixiao Palace beyond the heavens.
In fact, the thoughts of the Three Pure Ones were a reflection of the inner feelings of most Cultivators in the Primordial World.
Having experienced a Saint's lecture once and seeing their paths in the Dao organized, their cultivation had improved rapidly.
Many Innate Sacred Beings held even more reverence for the Saint, and thus harbored some anticipation for the upcoming second lecture.
On the Sun Star, Dijun called upon Taiyi, intending to make a trip into the Chaos as well.
"Taiyi, you are..."
However, Taiyi's state upon emerging from seclusion seemed a bit off; he appeared quite excited.
This couldn't help but pique Dijun's curiosity.
For a long time after reaching the Realm of Daluo Perfection, Dijun felt that a Breakthrough was hopeless, so he began to plan his grand ambition.
To this end, he constantly traveled back and forth between the Primordial Land, the Sun Star... and the Taiyin Star.
Recruiting some Fellow Daoists, visiting two beauties, recruiting more Fellow Daoists, visiting the beauties again, recruiting even more... while Taiyi was mostly immersed in secluded cultivation, unable to extricate himself.
He firmly believed he could overcome the bottleneck of Daluo Perfection.
The source of his confidence was that battle outside the Nanming Undying Volcano.
After witnessing that red-clothed woman's absolute suppression on the level of Laws, his heart was greatly shaken, and his horizons were broadened significantly.
Thus, he resolved to follow suit, seriously studying his own Laws, and finally succeeded in breaking through a small step of that bottleneck not long ago, having half a foot in a new Realm.
Taiyi rotated his palm, and Solar True Fire flickered within his hand, demonstrating a level of Law mastery higher than Dijun's.
"Big brother, I feel the power—the power of pure Law!"
Seeing his brother take a step ahead, Dijun felt no jealousy; instead, he was sincerely happy.
"Excellent! Now that you have taken the lead, our two brothers will surely be able to lay claim to the entire Primordial World."
"Big brother, from now on, you just need to say a name, and I will capture them. That way, you won't have to keep running back and forth."
The two brothers smiled at each other, then stepped off the Sun Star together, heading towards Zixiao Palace.
Other Cultivators also emerged from seclusion one after another, heading for Zixiao Palace.
But there were those who were different, namely the Ancestral Witches of Mount Buzhou.
Inside the Pangu Shrine, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were either sitting or standing, their expressions varied.
When Houtu brought up the matter of the second lecture at Zixiao Palace again, a wave of opposition immediately rang out in the hall.
Having learned their lesson from last time, the Ancestral Witches were not very interested in traveling so far to listen to a lecture.
"Last time, I didn't hear a single thing. That old Daoist speaks so cryptically, and we don't have Primordial Spirits. Going there is a waste of time," Gonggong was the first to state his view.
"Anyway, we can't understand it. Going there is just for sleeping. It's better to stay relaxed in the Pangu Shrine."
Qiangliang also nodded, "If you ask me, Hongjun's way simply doesn't suit our Wu Clan. We rely on our fists, not those vague, airy-fairy things."
Xuan Ming spoke up gloomily, "Exactly. Last time we went to listen, it was already giving that Saint Face. Who knew he'd try to intimidate us right from the start? Going again would just be asking for humiliation."
The other Ancestral Witches were similarly disinterested and did not want to go.
Furthermore, as the Wu Clan grew stronger, they needed to stay and oversee the clan, and some simply couldn't leave—that was another reason.
Di Jiang reached out to interrupt the discussion and turned his gaze toward Zhu Jiuyin.
"Second Brother, what do you think?"
Within Zhu Jiuyin's vertical pupils, time seemed to flow slowly. "In my view, this lecture is of no benefit to our Wu Clan. Going would be a waste of time."
"You rascal! That's not what you said last time. Did you actually see clearly or not?!"
In response to this strategist's change of heart, Di Jiang threw a punch, but Zhu Jiuyin disturbed the flow of time and dodged it.
"Big brother, let me explain..."
Di Jiang's punch missed, so he raised his fist again, invoking the Law of Space to chase after Zhu Jiuyin.
Houtu watched her brothers' indifferent behavior, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes. "But I always feel that a Saint is not so simple..."
Seeing her still hesitating, Zhu Rong smiled and said, "Little sister, I have an idea."
"Another idea?" Houtu was slightly startled; she knew this brother of hers was a famous "idea king."
But more often than not, he was an "idea killer"—his suggestions were usually unreliable.
But after thinking about it, Houtu still decided to ask.
"Please tell me, brother."
Zhu Rong chuckled, "During the last lecture, only you, little sister, gained anything. Doesn't that mean he favors you? Why don't you go alone this time and ask that old Daoist Hongjun if he's targeting the rest of us Ancestral Witches."
Hearing this, Houtu curled her lip speechlessly; it was indeed another terrible idea.
It was one thing to let her go alone, but he even wanted her to question a Saint.
Why didn't Zhu Rong go himself?
"However, it wouldn't be impossible to go and seek guidance from the Saint to clarify the future path of our Wu Clan," Houtu thought to herself.
With that in mind, Houtu walked out of the Pangu Shrine alone... Meanwhile, in the Immortal Volcano.
Seeing immortal lights lighting up everywhere, they knew the second lecture at Zixiao Palace was about to begin.
With many Innate Sacred Beings gathering at Zixiao Palace, now was the perfect time to go out for a stroll.
Yuan Feng had also emerged from seclusion, and after the two of them entrusted the affairs of the mountain to others, they set off.
This time, they were going to visit an opponent who wasn't quite an opponent—the Ancestral Dragon.
Among the former Clan Chiefs of the Three Clans, his strength was the greatest.
Once, he was blessed with Luck and was the sovereign of billions of aquatic tribes.
Afterward, the Dragon Clan's Luck collapsed rapidly, and they even bore boundless Karmic Obstruction.
With such experiences, the Ancestral Dragon should have the clearest perception of the changes in the Primordial World.
Having a Dao Discussion with him would surely yield some gains.
Speaking of which, the two of them had once had a great battle with the Ancestral Dragon.
It could be said they became friends after a fight.
They just didn't know what his current situation was like or if he could sustain a Dao Discussion.
But they would only know after they went to see...