At the same time, Chen Xuan could hear a faint, ethereal sound—the ancient chanting of the Dao—reverberating in his ears. It was as if an elder who had grasped the mysteries of a thousand paths was explaining the profundities of the law, or perhaps as if countless ancestors of old were chanting praises to the immortals and gods. The sound was blurry and indistinct, yet deeply felt.
Upon hearing the Qingming Dao chants, the assembled cultivators felt a surge of inexplicable grief and joy in their hearts; tears nearly welled up in their eyes. Even scholars who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years could not comprehend the meaning. They caught only a sliver of the profound mystery, yet it felt as if their very souls had been sublimated.
Chen Xuan was among the few capable of capturing the underlying essence. In an instant, the immortal sound penetrated his ears and immortal rain bathed his body. A single moment of enlightenment surpassed a thousand years of bitter practice. Indeed, in that brief instant, Chen Xuan’s cultivation surged because he had glimpsed a sliver of the true meaning of the Great Dao.
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