The branches of the Fusang Wood trembled gently, scattering points of golden light that streamed in through the windows of the Preaching Hall, falling on Zheng Fa and the disciples.
Zheng Fa's Sea of Consciousness stirred without wind, waves of various thoughts surged like a tide.
Daoist Ancestor Dao Fruit...
Zheng Fa looked at the people below the stage, and felt a hint of surprise:
Perhaps the increase in the number of people preaching brought some changes to the Fusang Wood. Preaching actually had some use.
This sunlight seemed to build a one-way bridge between him and these people's minds, as if it gave him eyes to see through the thoughts of all beings, allowing him to perceive the various insights in their minds.
His heart moved, temporarily ceasing the teaching of talismanic magic, and instead began to speak about the basics of cultivation methods.
But this time, he no longer focused on the listeners, but began to focus on the ideas emerging in his own mind:
