The Dao sermon continued for seven days and nights.
As it progressed, the number of cultivators who came to listen only increased.
Yu Xian did not turn any away.
With him at the core, beneath three hundred and sixty-five seat cushions, the ground was crowded with masses of people standing densely packed.
They looked up with faces full of devotion and respect.
Seeing this scene, Yu Xian thoroughly satisfied his restless heart that craved adulation before he laughed heartily three times and then drifted away, leaving not a trace of cloud behind.
And this once nameless place, by the fortune of having a Daoist Venerable preach there, consequently rose to fame.
Even that common cloud turned into a seat cushion graced by the Daoist Venerable became an object containing the power of Heaven and earth's laws, stirring up a period of grudges and feuds for future generations.
Many others, having received the grace of the Skywater Daoist Venerable's sermon, spontaneously formed factions.
