Chapter 296: The Dao Resonates, All Revere, They Vow to Honor the Divine Son

If before, Jun Wuchen understood the Dao as a lake,

then now, Jun Xiaoyao's understanding of the Dao was an endless, boundless ocean!

The two could not be compared!

"Ashamed, ashamed—I have understood less than one percent of what the Divine Son knows!" Jun Wuchen sighed, listening even more intently.

Not just the Ten Sequences.

Even the several clan elders, gazing at the celestial phenomena above, were left stunned.

"When you taught the Dao, did you ever stir up so many heavenly signs?" one elder asked dazedly.

"Never," replied another elder, equally dazed.

They had come here merely as a precaution, fearing Jun Xiaoyao might falter.

Yet now, not only had he made no mistake—his understanding of the Dao surpassed even their own.

From then on, these elders sat upright, listening to Jun Xiaoyao's teaching as if they were students.

These celestial phenomena also stirred great commotion within the Jun Clan.

"Such profound Daoic resonance—where is it coming from?"

"From the Heavenly Emperor's Palace? Could it be the Divine Son's teaching causing these signs?"

Shocked murmurs arose across the Jun Clan.

Even some clan elders in deep meditation were roused, rushing straight to the Heavenly Emperor's Palace.

From all directions, countless figures gathered at the Heavenly Emperor's Palace.

Jun Xiaoyao sat cross-legged high above the nine heavens, like a divine being descending, expounding the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, stirring resonance.

Not only did the young Jun Clan disciples listen in rapture, even the elder cultivators with profound cultivation bases felt as if Tihuguanding —gaining insight and awakening.

BOOM!

One young Jun Clan prodigy suddenly trembled, his aura surging sharply as he broke through to a new realm.

Not just him—many others present also began breaking through.

It was almost unimaginable: merely teaching the Dao could trigger breakthroughs.

"My own realm has begun to stir!" one elder froze in surprise, then broke into ecstatic joy.

The higher one's cultivation, the harder the breakthrough.

The youths breaking through was understandable.

But for elders above the Saint Realm to feel their realms loosen—that was terrifying.

Jun Xiaoyao's teaching brought boundless blessings to countless Jun Clan members.

"Xiaoyao, Grandpa underestimated you," Jun Zhantian murmured, watching the scene.

Even he had gained greatly.

Clearly, Jun Xiaoyao's goal of establishing prestige would be fully achieved.

The Ten Sequences of the Jun Clan each gained something; their realms began to loosen, then broke through.

After his teaching, Jun Xiaoyao fell silent.

Gazing at the disciples either in deep contemplation or breaking through, Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

On one hand, he had established authority.

On the other, he had blessed the entire Jun Clan.

A win-win outcome.

Three full days and nights passed.

Only then did the crowd return to their senses from the Daoic resonance.

"Thank you, Divine Son, for your great grace!"

"Your guidance is heavier than Mount Tai—we shall never forget!"

Countless Jun Clan disciples, faces flushed with emotion, bowed to Jun Xiaoyao, gratitude overflowing.

Jun Xiaoyao was now, in effect, half their master.

Even Jun Wushuang, Jun Mulan, Jun Wuchen, and the other Sequences wore complex expressions.

They, too, had received his grace and understood the gap between themselves and Jun Xiaoyao.

This gap was not merely in strength, but in their comprehension of the Dao.

"Thank you, Divine Son," the Sequences also bowed.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at the Ten Sequences, then at the rest of the Jun Clan, and said: "No need to thank me—we are kin. I merely offered a small effort."

As he spoke, Jun Xiaoyao casually glanced toward the distant void.

From deep within the void, a surprised spiritual thought emerged.

"Did Xiaoyao detect us?"

The one sending the thought was the Eighteenth Ancestor.

"Cough, cough—unlikely. We hid so well," came the Sixteenth Ancestor's spiritual thought.

Two Ancestor-level, supreme sovereigns had come to listen to Jun Xiaoyao's teaching.

If this got out, countless Jun Clan members would be stunned.

Hence, they concealed themselves deep within the void.

"No wonder—he forged his own path. We've all gained immensely," the Eighteenth Ancestor sighed.

"With a child like this, how can our Jun Clan fail? Those factions with ulterior motives toward us will regret it!" On the Sixteenth Ancestor's childlike face appeared a cold expression.

"You mean the secret maneuvers of the Ancestral Dragon Nest?" the Eighteenth Ancestor's ancient eyes were deep and weary.

"He thinks we don't know. I'd like to see if the Ancestral Dragon Nest has the guts to start an Immortal War!" the Sixteenth Ancestor snorted.

"Exactly. If needed, we can dig up a few more elders from the ancestral shrine to hold the line," the Eighteenth Ancestor smiled faintly.

No one heard the two ancestors' words.

Right now, every Jun Clan member gazed at Jun Xiaoyao with worship.

Besides the Jun Clan, Jun Xiaoyao's companions—Yi Yu, Yan Qingying, Wang Chuan, the Nine-Headed Lion—also gained greatly.

Jiang Luoli and Jiang Shengyi, too, received benefits.

Especially Jiang Shengyi—she was a primordial Dao womb, naturally attuned to the Dao of heaven and earth.

After Jun Xiaoyao's teaching, Jiang Shengyi experienced sudden enlightenment; her flesh and bones glowed, and Daoic runes imprinted the surrounding void.

Her gains were immense—far surpassing everyone else's.

"Thank you," Jiang Shengyi bit her crimson lips, her beautiful eyes filled with complexity.

She had already decided to let go, to sever ties with Jun Xiaoyao.

Yet now, she had received his grace once more.

"No need for formalities," Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.

At that moment, Jun Zhangjian's gaze flashed as he stepped forward and bowed: "I, Tenth Sequence, Jun Zhangjian, pledge allegiance to the Divine Son!"

No sooner had he spoken than Jun Xuehuang stepped forward: "I, Seventh Sequence, Jun Xuehuang, pledge allegiance to the Divine Son!"

"I, Fifth Sequence, Jun Wanjie, pledge allegiance to the Divine Son!" Jun Wanjie also stepped forward and bowed.

The surrounding heavens and earth fell silent.

Jun Zhantian narrowed his eyes slightly.

Whether the Jun Clan's younger generation could unite depended on this moment.

Already, three Sequences had fully pledged their loyalty to Jun Xiaoyao.

"I, Ninth Sequence, Jun Tianming, pledge allegiance to the Divine Son!"

Jun Tianming also stepped forward and bowed.

He was the Radiant King Body, exceptionally gifted, and had been humbled by Jun Xiaoyao's strength and bearing—now he willingly pledged allegiance.

Jun Xiaoyao's face remained calmly smiling.

He would never force any Jun Sequence to follow him.

Of course, if they chose to unite, it would be better still.

Jun Daolin, Jun Xiyu, and others wore conflicted expressions.

Then, an unexpected and shocking scene unfolded.

Jun Lingcang stepped forward directly, his expression calm, and bowed slightly: "I, First Sequence, Jun Lingcang, pledge allegiance to the Divine Son!"