Numerous immortals and deities filed in and entered the hall. The interior of this hall was extremely spacious, seemingly without boundaries, giving one a sense of boundless expanse.
Wisps of smoke rose from the bronze incense burners on the left and right sides, drifting slowly like light ribbons, emitting a peaceful and serene fragrance that made people feel calm, tranquil and at ease.
Above the jade steps opposite, a mysterious cloud platform stands tall. A dense, primordial purple aura permeates the platform, intertwining and swirling to create a dreamlike and ethereal scene.
From afar, the primordial purple aura appeared hazy and indistinct, profound and unfathomable, as if leading to the endless void, making it impossible to fathom its true nature.
In the very center of the main hall, countless prayer cushions were neatly arranged.
Guan Kong, Yuan Huang, and the other disciples of Hu Le walked to the first row together. Each of them chose a comfortable futon and sat down quietly cross-legged.
Immediately afterwards, they all closed their eyes and quickly entered a state of tranquility, beginning to calm their minds and quietly await the upcoming sermon.
At the same time, Hongjun Daoren and Taishang Yuanshi and others also found suitable prayer mats and sat steadily on them.
In the blink of an eye, the entire hall was packed with immortals and gods from all realms.
They focused their minds, cleared their heads of distractions, and waited intently for Hu Le's arrival.
Not long after, a melodious bell suddenly rang out from the cloud platform in front, its clear and pleasant sound echoing throughout the entire hall.
In that instant, a Taoist figure sitting cross-legged on a cloud slowly emerged from the depths of that primordial purple energy.
In the blink of an eye, the figure appeared abruptly on the cloud platform like a ghost. Upon closer inspection, the newcomer was none other than Hu Le, the master of this place!
At this moment, his golden crown shone brightly, as if inlaid with countless stars; he wore a magnificent purple robe that fluttered in the wind like clouds drifting across the sky; and a quaint bronze bell hung at his waist, engraved with mysterious runes, exuding an aura of solemnity.
On one side of its leg, there was a bamboo staff surrounded by purple mist and shimmering with light.
On either side of Hu Le Daoren stood two boys standing respectfully.
The little girl was dressed in a bright red dress, her skin was as white and delicate as snow, and her face was beautiful and lovely, making her very endearing.
Her small hands carefully held a uniquely shaped, long-necked jade vase, its body crystal clear, as if carved from beautiful jade.
The other boy was dressed in a light blue robe, with bright red lips like cherries, white teeth like pearls, and a rosy and radiant complexion.
He also held a delicate bronze chime with both hands in a reverent manner, and the chime produced a clear and melodious sound as it swayed slightly...
After Hu Le appeared, he opened his eyes, his gaze deep and empty, like two cold stars in the endless void.
As his gaze slowly swept across the entire scene, all the immortals and gods present unconsciously slowed their breathing, afraid of disturbing this unfathomable ancestor.
The entire scene was silent; everyone held their breath, waiting quietly for Hu Le to speak.
After Hu Le withdrew his gaze, he closed his eyes without hesitation and began to recount the profound and mysterious Great Dao of Primordial Chaos...
The numerous immortals and gods below seemed to be frozen in place, instantly falling silent. Everyone involuntarily pricked up their ears, listening intently and without blinking, to the sound that was about to come.
The sound of the Great Dao was as melodious and gentle as celestial music, sometimes high-pitched and passionate, like a great bell that shakes the heart; sometimes low and soothing, like a babbling brook that nourishes the soul.
Like a nimble sprite, it moves freely and dances within the magnificent hall, leaving behind a lingering, ethereal charm that never fades.
This wondrous melody seems to contain endless mysteries and power, omnipresent in the darkness, but only those who are destined to understand the Tao can truly comprehend its profound mysteries.
This sound was like an endless thread, tightly binding the heartstrings of every immortal and god.
It didn't just reach people's ears; it was more like a magical key that gently unlocked the long-closed door in their hearts, directly entering their mental world and playing the most magnificent melody there.
The beautiful and melodious tune is like a spring breeze, warm and gentle, and like a sudden enlightenment, making people feel enlightened.
As the Taoist chanted, the power of the Great Dao surged like a tidal wave, creating a series of breathtaking and boundless wonders in their sea of consciousness.
In an instant, it seemed as if countless mysterious and unpredictable laws of the Great Dao revealed their true forms, presenting themselves before them in ever-changing and wondrous scenes.
These scenes, whether vibrant and colorful, solemn and majestic, or profound and timeless, all captivate and enchant the viewer.
Before long, all the immortals and gods were completely immersed in this vast and boundless ocean of the Great Dao.
They forgot the passage of time and the disturbances of the world, and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to understanding and exploring the great principles of heaven and earth.
At the same time, the various natural rules within the main hall began to interact, converge, and merge, forming an incomparably powerful energy torrent.
This energy gradually condensed and compressed, eventually transforming into clusters of dazzling auspicious light and mist, drifting leisurely in the ethereal space.
Suddenly, vibrant golden lotuses bloomed on the ground, vying to open and radiating unparalleled divine light.
The delicate, refreshing fragrance wafted along with the golden lotus, spreading slowly between heaven and earth like a wisp of smoke and mist, bringing a peaceful and serene atmosphere to the whole world.
Immersed in such a fairyland, the immortals and gods felt refreshed and their souls were purified and elevated like never before...
As time went by, the content Hu Le was talking about became increasingly profound.
Some of the Great Immortals and powerful beings frowned, while others became drowsy...
Golden flowers above everyone's heads kept falling onto them, merging into their bodies and turning into specks of spiritual light, flowing like pure energy within their spiritual realms.
The golden lotuses that rose from the ground continued to burrow into the bodies of the immortals and gods, transforming into wisps of primordial energy that circulated within them and nourished their physical bodies.
I don't know how much time has passed, whether it's billions of years or just a moment.
Hu Le finished explaining the Great Dao of Primordial Chaos and then proceeded to talk about the methods of merging with the Dao and transcending it without stopping. All the immortals and gods in the hall seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
Only a handful of people are still persisting.
Clearly, the content of this teaching is far too profound for ordinary immortals and gods to comprehend...
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