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This voice was most familiar to both Lin Qingmo and Sang Zun. They were Demon Immortals who had lived for countless years, and had long since heard the voice of the Holy Lord.

"You're lucky. Since the Lord has spoken, I will follow his orders and leave you with your life to listen to the sermon. But after the sermon, I will still kill you. " Sang Zun's voice was icy cold.

Fan Wuji didn't even look at him, as if he didn't hear him, and just sat in a corner. The countless demon kings by his side all felt great enmity towards him, but because they were in the way of the Saint Lord, they could only conceal the killing intent in their hearts.

Night gradually descended. Lin Qingmo and Sang Zun were seated at the front of the first row of seats, with the Demon Kings in the back. Fan Wuji was mixed in with them as he chose a corner. After hundreds or thousands of demon kings, layers of spirit ocean demons had surrounded the core area, making it impenetrable.

"Right now, the demons and immortals of the Demon King of our Spiritual Medicine Mountain are gathered together. There is also another guest coming from outside. He is a little friend from the human race. I was pleasantly surprised. So it turned out that humans were also interested in me preaching. Yet another thousand years of preaching. The events of the last thousand years are still fresh in my mind. " From the area shrouded in fog, another perfect voice rang out.

There was no distinction between male, female, old, and young in this voice, but any race, any sex, any cultivation level existence felt as warm and comfortable as a spring breeze when they heard his words.

"In the span of a thousand years, the lecture has begun. I am willing to impart to you all the knowledge of my life. However, how much you can gain from it will depend on your perception. " The Holy Master's voice sounded again from within the fog.

That voice was very special. It was not a human language, nor was it a demon language. It was different from any other language in the world, but it also seemed to have something in common with all other languages.

Fan Wuji felt that this was all very magical. He could understand the language of all the Sacred Masters. Those Monster Kings of the Monster race could understand as well. One had to know that the Monster race was a large family, full of beasts and spirits. Once they gained intelligence and knew cultivation methods, they would be considered as a member of the Monster race. Strictly speaking, the Monster race was a race formed by thousands of races.

All the races in the world could understand the words of a living being. This was an unimaginable and unbelievable thing. However, it was reasonable for them to exist. Now that this example was before his eyes, he had no choice but to admit that there really was such a magical language in this world.

Many years later, when Fan Wuji stepped into that realm, he finally understood that the language the Holy Master spoke back then was the language of the soul. All living beings of all races had souls. Soul language was the common language of all races.

Fan Wuji's talent was at the 8-star level, able to shake the world. In the 35,000 years' time, he was the first person to do so. Even he did not know how many stars his spiritual root was, but he could faintly understand that the spiritual root should be above the aptitude.

His aptitude was shocking, and he had unique intelligence. His potential was terrifying, but right now he had yet to stimulate his hidden potential.

The words of a Holy Lord, from shallow to deep, crisscrossing, of high and low, were explained and cultivated from various angles. Moreover, his eloquence was interlinked, and every metaphor was vivid and vivid, from time to time he would give examples to illustrate his theories and views.

When the Sacred Master reached the third sentence and a half, Fan Wuji entered a realm that was even more profound than forgetting everything else. In this realm, there was no one else, no heaven and earth, and no living beings.

Immersed in this realm, he felt a sense of great joy. This kind of great pleasure was much better than when he was a child and his parents would accompany him and play around him. When he was young, he would read hundreds of books and comprehend them …

I really know that when I was a teenager, it was always fun walking along the street with my beloved woman.

This great pleasure came from the depths of his soul and thoughts. He was one of the greatest pleasures in the world.

The moment he was immersed in a wonderful state, he would listen to the sermon for nine days. Nine days later, the Holy Lord explained the mysteries of Houtian, Houtian, Xiantian, spiritual sea, life and death, and soul realms to Lin Ming. His lecture was extremely thorough, and his lecture was not obscure at all.

It was only a realm above the Immortal Soul Stage. He had already reached the Saint Lord Realm, but he was unable to say a single word about the mysteries of that realm. That was because the realms above the Primordial Spirit Realm were those created by the seniors who had touched the Dao.

The Dao could not be easily transmitted.

These words were not the words of the senior experts, but rather, the truest truths of the world. It was indescribable, unspeakable, unspeakable, unreachable, unspeakable, unspeakable.

The seniors wanted to tell others about their experiences in that realm, but their thoughts were all over the place, and they were filled with inspiration. Their speech was myriad, but they felt that without a single thought, they could describe that realm.

No one could help him comprehend that boundary. He could only rely on his own perception and lucky chances to do so.

The Holy Lord's voice abruptly stopped as he spoke for nine full days. He unreservedly told her everything he had learned in his entire life that he could teach her. This was the greatness of the Holy Lord.

In the world of cultivation, powerful existences viewed their own abilities with the utmost importance. Not to mention the people of the same race, even the children of disciples would have to keep this relationship a secret.

To be able to act like this to a Holy Lord, one's own strength was unfathomable. However, since ancient times, he was the first person to speak selflessly to others.

At this time, Fan Wuji vaguely understood why the Holy Master could attract the worship of demons. His cultivation base was a factor, and what was even more important was his selflessness, which moved the Demon Tribes.

Fan Wuji woke up from his sermon with a feeling of wanting to continue. At this moment, he realized that even though his cultivation had not improved at all, he was still shocked by the improvement in other aspects.

In just nine days, he had already reached the fourth level, which was the Extreme Realm Sword Intent. Furthermore, the Perfection Intent of the first level has already reached the pinnacle of the third level.

One had to know that the Perfection true intent was a superior true intent that was perfectly fused with the two types of true intents. The power of the Upper True Meaning was immense, but the difficulty of comprehending it was more than ten times greater.0

If not for this lecture, it would take Fan Wuji ten years to reach the pinnacle of the third level. Currently, it had only been nine days, which was equivalent to ten years of hard work in cultivation.

Moreover, he had not yet digested even more of the things he had comprehended. Once he managed to integrate all of them, he would have another breakthrough.

Lin Qingmo also revealed a radiant smile. It was evident that he had benefited greatly from this lecture. Sang Zun's expression was only slightly happy and enlightened, but it was not a big improvement.

The hundreds and thousands of demon kings behind them were all deep in thought, as if they had understood something. Each had a different level of comprehension, which was why their insights were different.

"The sermon is over. Next is the time for the dao discussion, and next, everyone can freely discuss. You can also ask me questions. " The voice of the Sacred Master came out from the fog once again.

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