Duge, with just a few words, had subdued over two hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and personally slain Xianyou True Monarch, invisibly establishing tremendous prestige. Naturally, no one opposed what he said.
"Senior, what should be done about Dong Hua and Great Purity?" Ziwei Emperor asked.
"A day in the heavens, a hundred days on earth. As long as the Immortal Emperor isn't senile, those two won't be in danger. The path to sainthood is fraught with endless hardships, which they must endure as part of their training, so there's no need to worry about them," Duge smiled, "Alright, inform everyone to comprehend the Daoist Rhyme!"
Atop Mount Sumeru.
Duge sat cross-legged in midair, layer by layer displaying his Daoist Rhyme for all to comprehend, as if he were a Buddha himself.
Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, numerous disciples of the Demon Clan, and disciples atop Mount Sumeru each occupied a position, deeply engrossed in comprehending the Daoist Rhyme.