Gu Chuan withdrew his gaze from the spirits of Chaos City and continued to preach, his words carrying the essence of the Dao, resonating with righteousness and profound truth.
At this moment, countless chaotic runes appeared above Chaos City, forming what seemed to be supreme scriptures, imprinted deep within Chaos itself, unable to dissipate for eternity.
Having fully comprehended the Law of Sound, every word from Gu Chuan's mouth resonated with the Dao, forming rhythms that condensed into tangible runes of sound, producing an unfathomable chaotic power.
Every Chaos Demon God who listened to Gu Chuan's sermon resonated with the voice of the Great Dao. This resonance brought forth a baptism from within, cleansing and transforming their very essence. The closer one was to Gu Chuan, the more profound the baptism.
A deep rumbling echoed across the void. From Gu Chuan's body, countless Dao notes emerged, cascading like a celestial symphony. Chaotic notes fell like divine rain, scattering throughout Chaos City.
Centered around Gu Chuan, waves of Dao sound spread in all directions, layering upon each other. These waves caused the blood of many demon gods to tremble and boil, their very beings vibrating in harmony with the Dao.
The Dao notes seamlessly integrated into the demon gods, refining their bloodlines and strengthening them. Countless chaotic runes fused into their bodies, transforming into scriptures that became an inseparable part of their existence.
Some demon gods, born with ordinary potential, found their aptitudes greatly enhanced. Those already possessing extraordinary talent experienced further breakthroughs, their comprehension of the Dao deepening.
In an instant, every demon god present had been transformed, baptized by the Voice of the Great Dao.
Gu Chuan's second sermon came to an end.
He opened his All-Seeing Eye, scanning every demon god in Chaos City. His gaze pierced through all illusions, perceiving every hidden mystery.
As the sermon's voice faded, a sense of loss filled the hearts of many demon gods. They understood that the sermon had concluded, yet they could not help but feel a lingering reluctance.
If it had continued just a little longer, their strength could have advanced even further—perhaps even touching the realm of the Quasi-Saint Demon Gods.
"This sermon is over. The next sermon will be held after a hundred epochs. If you do not wish to wait, you may leave," Gu Chuan said calmly, his voice vibrating through Chaos City, imprinting itself directly into the consciousness of every demon god.
"Is it truly over? Why did it pass so quickly?"
"It felt as if only a single breath had passed."
"Too fast... time has passed far too fast."
Many powerful demon gods still had more they wished to learn. They longed to continue listening, to absorb more knowledge, but none dared to make demands of Gu Chuan. Angering such an exalted being would bring endless regret.
Furthermore, Gu Chuan had already shared such boundless wisdom—how could they dare to utter ignorant complaints?
Yet not all comprehended his sermon.
"Damn it! Why couldn't I understand anything?"
A demon god scratched its head in frustration. Though they had listened intently, their cultivation realm was too low to grasp the profound truths. They were like elementary students attempting to comprehend the complexities of a scholar's discourse.
"Yes, it was incredibly difficult. Compared to the first sermon, this was countless times harder."
Many demon gods sighed bitterly. They recognized the significance of this opportunity, yet their own limitations left them helpless.
"Damn it! I yawned for just a moment, and when I looked up again, I couldn't understand anything! I completely lost track of what the Chaos City Lord was saying!"
Some demon gods stomped their feet in regret. After such an extended sermon, drowsiness was inevitable. Yet in that single moment of distraction—be it a brief glance away, a fleeting yawn—they had lost their grasp on the teachings.
It was as if a single instant of inattention had rendered them unable to follow the profound transformations of the discourse.
Had they known, they would have fought against sleep with their very souls, refusing to blink lest they lose this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"If the second sermon was already this difficult, how much harder will the third sermon be? Should we even continue listening?"
Some demon gods hesitated. Though the sermon was a great opportunity, if they could not comprehend it, was it truly beneficial?
A primary school student could listen to a university lecture, but without the proper foundation, they would understand nothing. Was it truly worth the effort to continue?
Yet, despite this hesitation, others clenched their fists with determination.
"No! Even if I don't understand now, I must listen! Even if I die trying! When my cultivation advances in the future, recalling today's sermon may grant me insight. Such an opportunity must not be wasted!"
Though they knew their own limitations, they were unwilling to let this chance slip away. Even if they could not yet comprehend, they would remember.
For when would they ever again have the opportunity to listen to such a great supernatural being expound the Dao?
To waste this opportunity would bring a lifetime of regret.