Under the erosion of the Primordial Dao, the physical bodies of the immortals in the hall repeatedly disintegrated.
Flesh and blood turned to dust, bones shattered into fragments, and internal organs melted into liquid. Everything vanished in an instant, returning to the most primordial energy.
The energy of creation repeatedly showered upon the immortals like sweet rain, nourishing their bodies.
The shattered body began to regenerate, with flesh, bones, and internal organs reforming and returning to normal.
Because the impact of the Primordial Dao has not stopped, the physical bodies are repeatedly collapsing and being reconstructed. The physical bodies of the immortals have collapsed and condensed countless times.
Every collapse is a painful torment, but it is also an opportunity.
Their bodies, through repeated destruction and reconstruction, gradually adapted to this powerful erosion.
After each reshaping, their physical bodies become stronger than before, able to withstand more of the erosion from the Primordial Dao.
At the same time, their primordial spirits also changed under the influence of the power of the Great Dao.
The originally fragile primordial spirit was tempered into a more solid state by the Great Dao of Primordial Chaos, and its compatibility with the Great Dao became increasingly higher.
As time went by, their primordial spirits gradually merged into the Great Dao of Primordial Chaos, as if they had become a part of it...
The current experience feels like an endless cycle, leaving the immortals teetering between life and death.
Every death is a liberation, and every rebirth is a sublimation.
In this process, their resolve was tempered, and their minds became increasingly steadfast...
Time flows slowly, and years pass like an arrow; hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Hu Le's divine sense swept over the many immortals in the hall like a tidal wave.
He was surprised to find that, despite being nourished by the energy of creation, some of these immortals had already reached their limits after their primordial spirits and physical bodies had been reshaped countless times.
After all, what he was talking about was the Great Dao of Primordial Chaos, a Dao fruit that only beings who have transcended realms can come into contact with and comprehend.
However, the immortals in the hall, even the few Primordial Saints, were still worlds apart from those who had transcended the mundane realm in terms of their cultivation and attainment.
At this moment, Hu Le, with his unfathomable cultivation and supernatural powers, truly allowed them to experience the profound mysteries of the Primordial Dao ahead of time.
However, Hu Le was not omnipotent. He could not force all the great principles to them all at once, because they themselves could not bear it.
When he saw that someone was struggling to maintain their strength and would suffer irreversible damage if things continued, Hu Le gently waved his sleeve and sent them to the square outside the palace.
This is none other than Emperor Gouchen.
At this moment, he seemed oblivious, sitting quietly in the square, his mind still immersed in the mysteries of the Great Dao.
The next instant, a flash of light appeared beside him, and the Purple Emperor was also sent out and appeared beside him.
As Hu Le teleported the two emperors out, streaks of spiritual light flashed across the plaza, and several more people were sent out one after another.
The number of Taoist priests in the hall is decreasing, while the cultivation and Taoist abilities of the immortals sent out by Hu Le are increasing.
After an unknown amount of time, only a few saints and Hu Le's disciples remained in the hall.
The reason they remained was mainly because their Saintly Dao Fruit realm was in a class of its own among all the immortals. After all, the Primordial Dao Fruit level was fundamentally different from that of other immortals.
With the protection of the Primordial Spiritual Treasure, Yuan Huang and the others were naturally able to withstand more...
Time flies, and before we know it, another hundred years have passed.
For the past hundred years, Yuanhuang and the others have been staying in the palace. Although they have the Primordial Spirit Treasure as a protective object, they are finding it increasingly difficult to bear.
Finally, Hu Le waved his sleeve again, sending them out of the palace one by one.
Thus, only a few Primordial Saints remained in the main hall.
At this moment, their faces were contorted in agony, their expressions filled with pain, and their auras were constantly shifting, as if they were going through a life-or-death struggle.
More than a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and these Primordial Saints have finally reached their limit.
Seeing this, Hu Le did not hesitate to wave his sleeve and send the Saint Zhunti, who was about to be unable to bear it, away from the palace first.
Immediately afterwards, he sent out the Sage of Reception, the Goddess Nuwa, and the Three Pure Ones, including Pangu.
At this point, the entire palace became incredibly empty, with only Guan Kong and Hongjun Daoist remaining.
However, Hu Le decided not to continue, so he sent the two of them away as well.
The Taoist chants in the hall faded away, and the various strange phenomena that had lingered within the hall disappeared into nothingness.
Hu Le glanced around the empty hall, then closed his eyes again and waited quietly.
Time flies, and hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, the immortals outside the hall opened their eyes one after another, their minds returning from the Great Dao to reality.
They all stood up, returned to the main hall, and bowed respectfully to Hu Le.
"Many thanks to the Dao Ancestor for passing on the Great Dao to me..."
Indeed, in the primordial world, Hu Le is already qualified to be revered as the Dao Ancestor.
Hearing the crowd's thanks, Hu Le nodded slightly in response.
Then he said, "Please all sit down."
Upon hearing the command, the immortals moved and sat back in their original positions in perfect unison.
"This concludes my sermon. If you have any questions, you may ask them now, and I will answer them for you."
Hu Le's rather indifferent voice rang out in the hall.
The atmosphere in the main hall immediately became lively. The immortals showed joy on their faces and bowed, asking, "Thank you, Dao Ancestor! We disciples do have many questions, and we hope that Dao Ancestor can enlighten us."
Hu Le smiled and nodded, signaling for everyone to ask questions.
In an instant, all sorts of questions came one after another. Some asked about cultivation methods, some asked about supernatural powers and secret techniques, and others questioned the rules of the Great Dao.
Hu Le patiently answered each question, his answers were profound yet simple, and the immortals suddenly understood.
Under his guidance, the immortals' cultivation and mental state were greatly improved.
Time passed by, and several days had gone by in the blink of an eye.
However, the immortals did not feel tired; on the contrary, they became even more energetic.
They immersed themselves in the ocean of knowledge, constantly absorbing the nourishment of wisdom.
Finally, Hu Le answered all the questions. He glanced around the hall and said, "Do you still have any questions?"
The immortals exchanged smiles and replied in unison, "Thank you for your teachings, Dao Ancestor. We have no more doubts."
Hu Le nodded slightly and then said, "In that case, let me explain the purpose of this sermon."
Upon hearing this, all the immortals pricked up their ears, intently awaiting Hu Le's next words...
Hu Lexuan then recounted the events of Hongmeng City, explaining its wondrous aspects.
He preached this time not for any other reason than to reap their fate.
Instead, he wanted to pique their curiosity and hopefully get them to come with him to Hongmeng City...
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