Free Web NovelChapter 621: Chapter 592: Preaching the Dao for 3,000 Years
Ji Xuan’s words.
Allowed Gu Fang to relax his expression slightly.
Indeed.
If he could sense such things, it was impossible for that figure not to notice.
There’s still that saying.
When the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up.
With a Divine Emperor in Cyan Yang Divine Court, it’s not yet their turn as elders to worry too much.
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Soon.
A year passed.
Numerous cultivators gathered in Cyan Yang Prefecture.
As one of the earliest major prefectures, Cyan Yang Prefecture is now equivalent in size to a galaxy, accommodating countless billions of beings effortlessly.
However, although each prefecture has many teleportation arrays, there are even more cultivators needing them.
Thus.
The number of cultivators from Cyan Yang Divine Realm arriving in Cyan Yang Prefecture is not great compared to the total population of Cyan Yang Divine Realm.
When the moment arrived.
Within Kunlun Divine Realm.
The Divine Tree towered into the sky.
Heavenly purple aura gathered, Dao Rules stretched across the void like a river, and a figure in cyan robes sat at the end of the rules river, cutting across ancient times, a majestic and lofty presence that was hard to look upon.
"Saint!"
Demon Venerable Xuan Yin felt an uncontrollable tremor upon seeing the majestic figure at the rules’ end.
Saint!
Sixteenth-grade Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal!
Such existence once was witnessed by Demon Venerable Xuan Yin, even now the terrifying might is etched deeply in his mind, unable to forget despite the passing of countless ages.
The vastness, like an abyss, with Heaven and Earth Dao seeming to kneel underfoot.
Only a Saint.
Can wield such powers.
Throughout.
Demon Venerable Xuan Yin knew Gu Qingyang’s strength was formidable, so strong it was unfathomable.
Yet.
He never thought.
This figure was a true Saint.
Sixteenth-grade Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal is hailed as Saint, as is seventh-grade in Body Refining System, yet the latter is nothing but a joke before the former.
Even among the Ancient Celestial Demon race, there exists only one Saint.
This demonstrates.
The terror of Saints.
Involuntarily.
Xuan Yin Demon Venerable recalled his first meeting with Gu Qingyang when his strength was impressive but only barely at the tenth grade.
Now speaking of.
The figure has ascended to sanctification.
It’s unbelievable for anyone to leap from tenth grade to sixteenth in just over ten thousand years.
No matter how exceptional or how much fortune one has, such a step is simply impossible.
In the Upper Realm, sixteenth-grade powerhouses have all undergone millions of years of sedimentation before sanctifying.
No one has ever leaped from tenth to sixteenth in over ten thousand years.
Even perfection at fifteenth grade cannot sanctify within that time.
Sixteenth grade!
A watershed for truly reaching the pinnacle.
Beneath Saints, all are ants.
At such a level, a single thought can obliterate billions of galaxies, countless lives turned to ruins.
Even a fifteenth-grade powerhouse before a Saint is nothing but an ant.
Thus.
In Demon Venerable Xuan Yin’s view.
Gu Qingyang must have been a Saint all along, merely keeping his identity concealed.
Upon realization.
Combined with Cyan Yang Divine Realm’s mystique.
Suddenly.
Demon Venerable Xuan Yin found everything turning rational.
The Saint’s means are unfathomable; indeed, transforming decay into wonder isn’t impossible.
Besides.
He could sanctify even when the Immortal Path was cut off, demonstrating his exceptional nature all the more.
Certainly.
Another possibility.
Is that he sanctified long ago, reaching the sixteenth grade before the Immortal Path broke, yet paused in the Lower Realm making some plans, now revealing himself for reasons of his own.
Numerous thoughts flashed through Demon Venerable Xuan Yin’s mind, finally all thoughts vanished, leaving only unbearable excitement.
Yes.
It’s excitement.
To hear a Saint’s Dao teachings.
It’s fortune even those in the Upper Realm find hard to attain.
Not everyone has the qualification to hear a Saint’s Dao teachings; now having the chance, if spread, would arouse immense envy across the Upper Realm.
While Demon Venerable Xuan Yin was secretly astounded and joyous, other cultivators in Cyan Yang Prefecture, upon seeing the majestic figure, were also struck with ineffable awe.
At this moment.
Gu Qingyang sat at the rules’ end, overlooking the cosmos; this was his first full display of prowess outside, and the power of sixteenth-grade lower tier gave him the feeling of being able to ravage Cyan Yang Divine Realm with a single thought.
Then.
Gu Qingyang began explaining the Dao.
Unlike when he explained Dao the first time, this time, as soon as he spoke, the Dao roared, three thousand rules flowed from the Azure Sky, countless worlds evolved from the rules river, then countless worlds perished.
The Dao sound of his teachings covered the entire Cyan Yang Prefecture, even outside the Prefecture, billions of major prefectures could vaguely hear the Dao’s subtlety.
Yet contrasted with directly witnessing the Dao’s evolution in Cyan Yang Prefecture, there was some essential difference.
At the same time.
The Dao sound pierced the sky, spanning across the Star Sea, causing enormous starry creatures to quieten strangely, kneeling in one direction.
Beyond Cyan Yang Divine Realm, millions upon millions of galaxies were suffused with Dao sound, causing cultivators instinctively to enter enlightenment.
Those like Demon Venerable Xuan Yin and Cyan Emperor, both stepping into the thirteenth grade, upon seeing the Dao evolve, directly entered a profound state.
Gu Qingyang maintained a calm demeanor, each Dao sound from his lips birthed celestial phenomena, truly divine beyond measure.
This teaching session.
He held nothing back.
With only over ten thousand years left to the cosmic calamity, Cyan Yang Divine Realm’s current power is insufficient to challenge the Upper Realm, so Gu Qingyang aims to boost the prowess of various cultivators by means of Dao teachings.
Time passed.
Suddenly it was three thousand years later.
For three thousand years.
Vast Cyan Yang Prefecture was shrouded in terrifying Dao Rhyme, and other cultivators outside Cyan Yang Prefecture couldn’t enter within.
Those who missed reaching Cyan Yang Prefecture gathered in neighboring major prefectures to listen to the Dao sound.
Simultaneously.
Since the beginning of the Dao teachings, Celestial Tribulation in Cyan Yang Prefecture hasn’t ceased.
Over three thousand years.
Celestial Thunder resounded in Cyan Yang Prefecture.
Each emergence and dissipation of tribulation clouds signified a cultivator’s breakthrough.
When the last word fell, Gu Qingyang finally paused, the three thousand-year-long celestial phenomena disappeared entirely.
