On the Xiaoyao Island of the East China Sea, Yang Yi sent away a group of disciples and came to the place where he had been in seclusion and practiced Taoism, and began to sort out the income from the journey.

Every time he traveled to the prehistoric world, he would have a different feeling. Before the ferocious beasts, the prehistoric world was in the sky for a while, and the earth was still very desolate. At that time, the prehistoric world was wild, grand, primitive, and vast, which enhanced Yang Yi's vision and mind;

After the ferocious beasts and before the dragon and phoenix tribulation, the prehistoric world began to enter the exhibition period, and creatures of different races were born one after another like mushrooms after a rain. Although the three races compete for hegemony and the collision of Taoist demons did not experience it personally, Yang Yi, as a bystander, further made him understand that it was difficult to practice, strengthened his heart for Taoism, and saw clearly the way forward.

This trip also gained a lot. After two disasters, the more perfect the world, the powerful genius began to appear in a burst of lightning, ushering in its most glorious period of high development.

Yang Yi carefully realized the changes in the world, accumulated all his cultivation experience, and through the discussion with the Three Pure Land, Zhenyuan and Hongyun, he learned from other things, allowing him to successfully knock on the door to the next realm, which belongs to the door of the Taoist Body Realm (quasi-saint) created by him and the deity.

This portal has not been fully opened, and now it has only opened the crack of the door, but Yang Yi is very happy because everything is difficult to start. Now that he has this good beginning, it will not take much time to break through to the next level.

Yang Yi activated the formation of the retreat hall to prevent others from disturbing him, and then entered a deep retreat.

Time passed by quickly, and in a blink of an eye, another 50,000 years passed, and Yang Yi's retreat hall was still quiet and no one dared to disturb him. His disciples were already familiar with life on Xiaoyao Island and chose their own place to rest in the villa.

After so long, they had basically completely digested the Taoism they learned from Sanqing, Zhenyuan and Hongyun during their previous travels. After all, they were limited by their own cultivation level at that time, and there were not many things that could be recorded and understood, which was enough for them to practice to reach the realm of Golden Immortal.

At this time, the few people who had completely absorbed this knowledge also successfully entered this realm, but the level was different. The eldest senior brother Shi Lei had both excellent qualifications and understanding, and his current realm was the peak of the Golden Immortal; the second disciple Zhao Gongming made up for his original origin, and his qualifications and understanding were average, and he was now in the middle stage of the Golden Immortal cultivation;

As a third disciple, Yunxiao came from behind. Her qualifications were comparable to Gongming, but her understanding was excellent, and her cultivation reached the late stage of the Golden Immortal. Her two sisters, Bixiao and Qiongxiao, were slightly insufficient compared to her. They had just reached the early stage of the Golden Immortal. Their desire to practice Taoism is not as firm as their seniors, and it is not easy to have the current cultivation level.

On this day, several people from the Master Sect were wandering around the towns outside Xiaoyao Island to see if they could get some good things. Before long, a bell rang in their ears. To be exact, it should be said that it was not only them, but also the bells rang in the ears of all the creatures on the island at the same time.

The creatures who have lived on the island for a long time know that this is the unique bell sound when the island owner was preparing to preach the altar, so they were extremely happy. When a newcomer asked a little, he knew that there were powerful people who wanted to preach the Dharma on the island, and they were all excited one after another. It is well known that the Dharma was not passed on lightly, but they did not expect that they would have such an opportunity today.

Shi Lei and the others were also happy at this moment. The master had been in seclusion for 50,000 years and finally came out of seclusion. The questions about cultivation accumulated during this period can finally be answered. So they all hurried to the mission square to meet the master.

Not long after, the few people came to the square. At this time, there were already a crowd of people, but as Yang Yi's disciples, they were already well-known to the creatures on the island. So when they saw them rushing here, they respectfully made clear the road so that the few people could go to the front row smoothly.

When Shi Lei and his friends saw this scene, they hurriedly thanked him. They knew that these creatures were not respecting them but their masters, so they did not dare to be arrogant, and they were also a little proud. In this way, the few people soon came to the preaching platform.

They were worshiping the moon, Jin Suifeng and others were already sitting in front, and the twelve stars who were familiar with them had already arrived, so they did not delay and hurried to the five seats in the front row to sit quietly, waiting for their master Yang Yi to arrive.

After a while, everyone on the island had arrived, and Yang Yi appeared on the sermon at this time.

"Meet the master!"

"Meet the owner of the manor (the owner of the island)!"

Everyone who came to listen to the sermon saw Yang Yi appearing and quickly stood up and saluted.

"Well, just sit down." Yang Yi nodded and his voice came out.

"Abide by the order!"

Yang Yi looked at the people in the audience, and his eyes showed emotion. It has been 100,000 years since the last sermon, and the cultivation of the creatures on the island has improved a lot. Baiyue, Jin Suifeng and others have already achieved the cultivation of the Daluo Golden Immortal, and the cultivation of the twelve phases has reached the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal. The strength of Xiaoyao Island has grown a lot, which has made Yang Yi very satisfied.

Several of his disciples also had the cultivation of the Golden Immortal and had a solid foundation. This preaching was timely for them. Yang Yi has now reached the realm of Taoist fetus, and then he has all had ink and wash skills, so he became interested in preaching, and while sorting out himself, he also improved the strength of the creatures on the island.

Yang Yi did not let many creatures in the audience wait. When he saw that everyone had already sat down, he began to preach and preach the Dharma. The methods he taught this time were much more profound than before. He started with the method of mortal cultivation, and he kept talking about the method of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm.

Those who could understand were still listening to the sermons, but those who couldn't understand them closed their five senses and allowed them to meditate on the knowledge they had learned. Time flew away in the preaching, and a hundred years passed quickly.

At this time, Yang Yi had stopped preaching. He looked at the people below who were still practicing with his eyes closed, smiled slightly, and did not disturb them, and was about to leave first. But at this moment, a burst of pressure came overwhelmingly, and purple aura rose into the sky, with strange phenomena in the sky, and golden lotus flowers.

In the mission square on Xiaoyao Island, in addition to Yang Yi on the sermon platform, sitting still, the creatures below were slanted by the pressure of this force, and they all woke up from their practice. At this time, a song echoed in the ears of the sentient beings in the prehistoric world.

"Lying high on the nine-story clouds, I fumbled the Taoist true.

In the mysterious yellow world, I will be the leader of the sect. Pangu gave birth to Tai Chi, two rituals and four symbols, one passed on to three friends, two sects explained the division. The leader of the Xuanmen Metropolitan Government, and the other qi transformed into Hongjun.

I am the Taoist Master Hongjun, a Taoist who practiced Taoism in Yujing Mountain in the prehistoric world. Now I have been sainted. In a thousand years, I will preach in the Chaos Zixiao Palace outside the sky. Anyone who is destined to come and listen to it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure disappeared. The creatures on Xiaoyao Island and other places in the prehistoric world breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

At this time, Yang Yi on the sermon stand looked at the disappearing vision, was slightly stunned, and then smiled, thinking that Hongjun had finally become a saint, and the great world of the prehistoric world was about to come.

He was also preparing to go to Zixiao Palace, so he no longer delayed it here. He waved his hand to roll up his disciples, the Moon, Jin Suifeng, and the Twelve Stars, and left here. Then a voice came.

"It's all gone. Let's go back and experience it well. How much can you understand, and you can't force it."

"Thank you, the island master, for your preaching. We will say goodbye." After hearing Yang Yi's instructions, the people in the audience answered quickly, and then they dispersed.

They were in groups of three or five, discussing what they had learned from listening to the sermons this time, while guessing what was the previous pressure and who was Hongjun?

Not only Xiaoyao Island, but all the creatures in the prehistoric world were discussing Hongjun's topic, and it was very lively for a while.

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