Chapter 581 The Grand Dao is Majestic, but Can Someone Give This Seat a Telescope?
The moment those words were spoken, everyone’s expressions became solemn.
They knew something extraordinary was about to happen. Lin Feng slowly raised a single finger.
His movement was simple. So simple that it seemed devoid of any mystery.
Yet the instant his finger pointed toward the heavens, the atmosphere of the entire world changed.
The wind ceased.
The spiritual energy froze.
Even the stars beyond the night sky seemed to become motionless.
"From this finger blooms a trillion creations." His voice echoed softly.
Then...
BOOM!
The heavens and earth trembled. Boundless radiance erupted from Lin Feng’s fingertip.
Everyone’s eyes widened.
Within that single finger, they witnessed countless landscapes appear and disappear.
Mountains rose and crumbled. Rivers flowed across endless worlds. Oceans surged.
Flowers bloomed and withered. Suns were born and died.
Every phenomenon seemed to transform into brush strokes upon an invisible canvas.
Creation itself had become a painting. The Great Dao had become ink. The universe had become paper.
Many cultivators immediately lost themselves in the spectacle.
Their souls trembled as they gazed upon a realm of artistic mastery they had never imagined possible.
Some saw profound insights into their cultivation paths. Some witnessed the origins of heaven and earth.
Others saw endless worlds emerge from nothingness before returning to emptiness.
To them, this was no longer painting. This was the Dao itself. Tang Bingyao stood frozen in place.
Tears unconsciously flowed from her eyes. For her entire life, she had pursued the Dao of Painting.
She had considered herself talented. She had considered herself accomplished.
Yet after witnessing what Lin Feng displayed with a single finger, she finally realized how vast the path truly was.
Compared to Lin Feng’s attainments, her own understanding was not even a tiny candle before the sun.
Beside her, Tang Jingyan was equally stunned.
Although she had expected something incredible, she never imagined it would reach such a level.
Meanwhile, the elders of the Tang Clan sat motionless like statues.
Some had entered sudden enlightenment.
Others were already breaking through bottlenecks that had restrained them for centuries.
The entire hall had fallen into a state of collective enlightenment.
And at the center of it all stood Lin Feng, calmly holding up a single finger.
To everyone present, he no longer resembled a cultivator.
He looked more like the incarnation of the Dao of Painting itself.
Everyone present was utterly transfixed, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and burning curiosity.
What else could Lin Feng’s finger do?
The mere thought sent ripples of excitement through the crowd.
They whispered among themselves, imaginations ignited by the countless heavenly possibilities this simple yet profound act might unlock.
Some trembled with anticipation, while others felt their own qi stir restlessly, as if the very air had grown thick with unspoken desire.
Yet no one felt the impact more intensely than those closest to Lin Feng especially Tang Jingyan’s mother, Tang Bingyao.
The elegant matriarch stood only steps away from him, her usual cold and composed demeanor crumbling under the invisible pressure of his presence.
"Ohhhh..." A silent, trembling moan escaped her slightly parted lips as every nerve in her body ignited at once.
It was as if lightning had coursed through her meridians, setting her soul ablaze.
For years, Tang Bingyao had been a paragon of discipline... a focused cultivator who poured nearly every waking moment into pursuing the Great Dao.
Relationships, pleasure, even basic human indulgences had been cast aside in favor of endless meditation, painting refinement, and breakthrough attempts.
Her heart had long been sealed off, cold as the highest peaks of the cultivation world.
But now, standing this close to a supreme peak cultivator like Lin Feng, everything changed.
It felt like ascending to the very summit of the tallest immortal mountain after a lifetime of climbing.
The view was breathtaking, the spiritual energy overwhelming... and the pleasure... gods, the pleasure was beyond description.
Every subtle movement of his finger sent euphoric waves crashing through her, far more potent than any cultivation technique or heavenly treasure she had ever encountered.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
Her proud, full breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath her immaculate robes as she struggled to maintain control.
"Hmmmm..." She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to trap the next moan before it could betray her, but the effort only heightened the sensations.
A fresh gush of warm nectar spilled from her most intimate place.
Her tight pink flower, long conquered and untouched by only her husband for thousands of years, was now dripping wet, clenching rhythmically with each pulse of ecstasy.
The sweet, slick release coated her inner thighs, soaking through the thin fabric of her undergarments and threatening to drip down her legs for all to see.
How... how can a single finger feel this good? she thought desperately, her mind reeling.
This isn’t just physical pleasure... it’s reaching my very soul. My dao heart is trembling...
Tang Bingyao’s knees weakened.
She leaned slightly forward, one hand subtly pressing against her lower abdomen as if trying to contain the storm building inside her.
Her beautiful eyes had grown misty, half-lidded with overwhelming lust.
Around her, the others continued to murmur in excitement, unaware and focused more in their own personal improvement.
Yet Lin Feng’s finger showed no signs of stopping.
If anything, the subtle movements grew more deliberate, coaxing even deeper, more forbidden sensations from her quivering body.
Another wave built rapidly inside her, threatening to push her over the edge once more.
She was barely holding on.
Ding!
After some time, Lin Feng finally stopped displaying his Grand Dao.
The dazzling radiance surrounding his finger gradually faded until it completely disappeared, returning the hall to its normal state.
Thud!
Tang Bingyao’s body swayed as she fell from her state of enlightenment.
Fortunately, Tang Wei was already beside her and quickly caught her before she could hit the ground.
Neither of them spoke. In fact, nobody in the entire hall spoke.
An indescribable silence filled the surroundings.
The clan members, elders, guests, and disciples all remained seated in lotus positions with their eyes tightly shut.
Their minds were still immersed in the profound mysteries they had just witnessed.
Every second was precious.
The insights they had gained from observing Lin Feng’s Dao were treasures that countless cultivators could search for throughout their entire lives and never obtain.
No one wanted to waste even a fraction of this opportunity.
Many hurriedly circulated their cultivation techniques, desperately engraving those fleeting moments of enlightenment into their memories before they faded away.
Several breaths later, something astonishing happened.
Bang!
An elder’s aura suddenly surged.
His cultivation bottleneck, which had trapped him for decades, shattered instantly.
Before the crowd could recover from their shock.
Bang!
Another elder broke through.
Then another.
And another.
The sounds of breakthroughs echoed throughout the grand hall like firecrackers during a festival.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Spiritual energy rushed from all directions as cultivators absorbed the surrounding qi with unprecedented speed.
The air itself trembled from the numerous breakthroughs occurring one after another.
An elder who had been stuck at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm for over a century suddenly opened his eyes.
"Hahaha! I’ve broken through! I’ve finally broken through!"
His laughter had barely faded when another elder released an even stronger aura.
The entire hall erupted into excitement.
"This old man has advanced as well!"
"My bottleneck is gone!"
"I can already see the path to my next realm!"
"Heavens! What kind of fortune is this?"
The breakthroughs continued for a long, long time. Some advanced by a minor realm.
Others advanced by an entire cultivation stage.
Even those who failed to break through discovered that their foundations had become incomparably more solid, and many cultivation problems that had puzzled them for years suddenly became clear.
The Tang Clan had never experienced such a miraculous event in its entire history.
All of this had been brought about by a single person.
Lin Feng.
At that moment, everyone looked toward him with reverence and gratitude.
To them, Lin Feng was no longer merely a guest or a senior expert.
He was a walking embodiment of the Dao itself.
Even Tang Bingyao’s beautiful eyes trembled as she gazed at him.
The more she learned about this mysterious man, the more unfathomable he seemed.
A single display of his Dao had allowed dozens of cultivators to obtain enlightenment and achieve breakthroughs.
If news of this spread outside, countless sects and empires would fight desperately for the chance to listen to a single lecture from him.
However, the most interesting consequence of that day would not reveal itself until several hours later, long after the feast had ended and the guests had returned to their residences.
What Lin Feng did not know was that his actions had unintentionally created cracks in numerous relationships throughout the Tang Clan.
The enlightenment he had bestowed was simply too great.
Many clan members who had been trapped at their bottlenecks for years had finally broken through.