Eternal Time and Space

Chapter 49 Sermon

Mo Yun shook his head again: "It's still not enough."

Hongjun fell silent again. Finally, he took out an ancient mirror. The mirror was round, and the back of the mirror was engraved with the pattern of the stars in the sky. The mirror reflected the past and future, cause and effect, destiny, and all things in heaven and earth.

The Celestial Mirror is the third top-tier innate spiritual treasure.

Mo Yun looked at the three top-tier innate spiritual treasures floating in Hongjun's palm, remained silent for a moment, then nodded. Seven fragments of the Creation Jade Disc flew out from his sleeve and landed on Hongjun. Hongjun also pushed the three innate spiritual treasures toward Mo Yun.

The transaction is complete.

Hongjun took the fragments of the Creation Jade Disc and turned to leave.

Mo Yun put the Four Symbols Pagoda, the Limitless Ring, and the Celestial Mirror into the Milky Way Axis. Mo Yun was very satisfied with this transaction. He had obtained fragments of the Creation Jade Disc before, but after careful study, Mo Yun realized that this precious treasure was of little use to him. His Dao was completely different from Hongjun's Dao.

Mo Yun took one last look at the devastated battlefield before turning and leaving.

The battle between Moyun and the Chaos God and Demon shook the entire prehistoric world.

Seventy-seven Chaos Gods and Demons, seventy-seven peak Great Luo Golden Immortals, joined forces to set up the Myriad Gods Overturning Heaven Array, evolving into Pangu. Such a lineup was enough to sweep away any major power in the prehistoric world.

But Mo Yun, with just his sword, pierced through the entire formation from beginning to end, killing all seventy-seven Chaos Gods and Demons without exception.

What shocked the creatures of the prehistoric world even more was that Mo Yun killed Pangu. Although it was only a pseudo-Pangu, the axe blow that was enough to split the heavens and the earth was real. Mo Yun took the blow head-on and then pierced Pangu's brow with his sword. This power silenced the entire prehistoric world.

The various forces that were previously clashing and fighting each other openly and covertly all ceased their activities after this battle.

Meng Zhang withdrew his dragon claws that had reached towards the eastern edge of the region. Kunlun ceased its troop buildup on the border of the Central Plains, and the standoff between the supervisory troops and the barbarians temporarily eased. It wasn't that they didn't want to expand, but rather that they all needed to reassess Moyun's strength.

Even if seventy-seven peak Grand Luo Golden Immortals joined forces, they couldn't defeat Mo Yun. If they really angered Mo Yun, how many swords would Mo Yun have against their few subordinates?

For a moment, the primordial world fell into a rare calm after the great war. Calamity energy was still accumulating and evil energy was still growing, but at least at this moment, all races chose to exercise restraint.

However, everyone knows that this is just the calm before the storm. The great calamity of the second era is still accumulating, and the calamity and evil energy are increasing every moment.

On Jade Capital Mountain, Hongjun's disciples of the Xuanmen sect are increasing in number; on Heavenly Demon Mountain, Rahu's demonic forces are growing stronger; the open and covert struggles between the five major clans have never truly stopped, they have simply moved from the surface to the background.

Even in the primordial world, undercurrents still surge.

Mo Yun paid no attention to any of this. He returned to the Star Sea and handed over three hundred corpses of chaotic gods and demons, along with dozens of innate spiritual treasures, to Zi Chen.

Zi Chen sat cross-legged in the center of the starry sea, a silver-white halo rotating behind his head, and he collected a vast amount of natural treasures and innate spiritual treasures from the Milky Way axis.

Zi Chen's advancement to the Creation Realm depends on these things.

In the Netherworld, the flames within the Nine Nether Cauldron burned even brighter. Mo Yun handed over the corpses of the Dark God Demon, the Death God Demon, and the Yellow Spring God Demon to the Nine Netherworld.

Nine Netherworld used the Earthly Extreme True Fire to melt and refine the essence, flesh, and bones of the three chaotic god and demon corpses. The essence was extracted and integrated into the Nine Netherworld Cauldron.

As a result, the energy of the Nine Nether Cauldron increased, and Jiu You's cultivation also increased significantly.

After doing all this, Mo Yun left the Star Sea. He wanted to collect the merits of the Heavenly Dao and push the Milky Way Axis to transform into a treasure of acquired merits.

Mo Yun couldn't do things like saving all living beings and making up for the deficiencies of heaven and earth. He wasn't cut out for methods like Hongjun and Luohou establishing their own sects. He had his own method: preaching.

Mo Yun began his sermons in the Western Regions, and his first sermon was given on an unnamed, desolate mountain.

There were no auspicious clouds, no celestial flowers, and no golden lotuses springing from the ground. Mo Yun sat cross-legged on a blue stone atop the mountain. His voice was not loud, but it clearly traveled for millions of miles around.

At first, no one paid any attention. The Western Regions were the front line between the White Tiger Clan and the Barbarians, filled with murderous aura and surging with calamity. Who would want to listen to a golden-clad youth who appeared out of nowhere preach?

However, there are always some cultivators who have been stuck at a bottleneck for countless years without making any progress. With the thought of trying anything, they listened to a few words and then came to the foot of the desolate mountain, their expressions excited.

Mo Yun doesn't talk about the profound and mysterious Dao, nor does he talk about Hongjun's method of uniting the Purple Palace Primordial Spirit with the Dao, nor does he talk about Luo Hou's demonic art of proving the Dao by killing demons and seizing the Dao. He only talks about the most basic and direct things that point to cultivation: the tempering method of essence, qi and spirit, the method of condensing the three flowers and five qi, and the method of breaking through bottlenecks.

Hongjun wouldn't talk about these things; Hongjun talks about the Dao, the profound and mysterious truth. Rahu wouldn't talk about these things either; Rahu talks about killing, the shortcut to proving the Dao through killing. Only Moyun talks about how to cultivate.

When the first sermon ended, the bottlenecks of all the cultivators present loosened. Some broke through on the spot, some broke through barriers that had been stuck for thousands of years overnight, and some knelt down and kowtowed with tears streaming down their faces.

As the news spread, more and more creatures flocked to the Western Regions. Some were ambushed and killed by their enemies on the way, some suddenly had an epiphany while listening to the teachings but went into a qi deviation and died, and some, after breaking through, did not do anything but wipe out their nemesis's entire clan.

Every sermon results in countless breakthroughs and countless deaths, but Mo Yun is completely indifferent to it.

The news swept through the Western Regions like a storm and then spread across the southern border. Mo Yun traveled southeast, sitting cross-legged and giving a lecture wherever he went.

Deep in the humid and dense forests of the Southern Region, Mo Yun explained to the cultivators of the Three-Headed Clan how to purify their primordial spirit. The small clan, which could only survive in the cracks among the large clans, produced three Golden Immortals overnight, and completely gained a foothold in the Southern Region.

Above the azure waves of the South China Sea, Mo Yun stood on the back of a hundred-foot-tall sea whale, explaining to the scaled creatures in the water how to condense the three flowers on the top of their heads using the power of water. Countless clam maidens and sea beasts surfaced to listen to the lecture, and a black serpent shed its mortal form on the spot, transforming into half a true dragon. Its dragon roar shook the heavens and stirred up a thousand-foot-tall giant wave.

Amidst a sandstorm in Changsha, Mo Yun taught the Mirage Clan how to temper their divine consciousness with illusion magic.

On the Black Tide of the Western Sea, Mo Yun rode the waves, with countless sea beasts chasing his silhouette on the crest of the tide.

In the ancient, frigid winds of the Northern Ice Plains, Mo Yun sat atop a subdued ice-spine dragon horse, preaching the Dao. The cultivators listening to his teachings, wrapped in animal skins, crowded together in the icy valley, their exhaled breath condensing into a cloud of mist.

Deep in the North Sea, Mo Yun taught the Hidden Dragon Clan how to forge divine consciousness through the method of meditation. His voice pierced through the ice and entered the primordial spirit of each Hidden Dragon. On this day, spiritual light in the North Sea was like an inverted Milky Way.

On the Eastern Plains, Mo Yun stood on the ruins of an ancient city abandoned by the Dragon Clan. Listeners poured in from all directions, their numbers filling the plains surrounding the ruins.