On the sacred Penglai Island, within a small garden, an infinite expanse of purple light and divine thunder erupted. The thunderous roar startled countless cultivators across Honghuang. The Old Ancestor of the Pan clan watched with gleaming eyes, recognizing this as a path that every Great Dao Sage must eventually tread.
"To think back on my own Tribulation, I had the Supreme Ancestor by my side to guide me. Yet this young girl, starting as a mere mortal, has cultivated her way to the Great Dao Realm. It is a resounding slap to the faces of us innate beings—a slap that echoes loudly," the Old Ancestor mused. "If Pangu hadn't spent his time meddling in petty affairs back then and had instead focused his heart more resolutely on cultivation, he wouldn't have perished at the Half-Step Dao stage."
The Old Ancestor’s cultivation had reached the forty-fifth level of the Great Dao Realm, a benefit gained solely from listening to the teachings of Shengxia, though he kept his inner thoughts hidden from all. "Many of the younger Pan generation are still stuck at the fifth, eighth, or ninth levels of Chaos Wuji Daluo; their numbers are beyond imagination."
Chapter 134