On the Dharma platform, Purple Mansion Superior's words flowed like a torrential river.
Below the Dharma platform, nearly a thousand cultivators listened intently.
Including Wang Chen, the cultivators in the venue were fully focused, memorizing and comprehending the Taoist skills spoken by Superior Changchun.
No matter how many small groups these Inner Sect disciples formed, or how much discord there was among them,
at this moment, everyone consciously assumed their identities as seekers of the Way!
And every cultivator among them was naturally infected by the atmosphere of the venue.
They merged into it unconsciously.
"Changchun!"
Just as everyone was getting into the swing of things and beginning to have realizations, a sharp rebuke suddenly came from above the clouds.
Crack!
A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, viciously heading straight for Superior Changchun on the Dharma platform.
Although the attack came very suddenly,
