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Heaven Worship Hall.

Lu Changsheng gradually felt that things had taken a subtly strange turn.

He had talked until his mouth was dry, delivering so many words of encouragement. Why was this bunch showing no reaction at all?

And every one of them was staring at him with vacant, dazed eyes.

What did that mean?

Were they looking at him like he was an idiot?

That wasn't scientific.

By all rights, after hearing so many of his classic sayings, everyone should have looked utterly entranced, or suddenly enlightened, burst into tears, then shouted slogans like, "Eldest Senior Brother is amazing!"

But why was everyone so quiet?

As for the strange phenomena around him, Lu Changsheng had long since grown accustomed to them.

Even breaking through to the Qi Refinement Realm could trigger strange phenomena. After he had spoken so many supreme truths, it would have been unscientific if nothing appeared.

What Lu Changsheng had never expected, however, was that what appeared this time was not some special effect.

It was a genuine phenomenon.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Clusters of golden merit auspicious clouds appeared high in the sky.

Ninety-nine clusters of merit auspicious clouds cast down ninety-nine beams of golden merit light, illuminating Lu Changsheng.

At the same time, the nine merit halos that appeared behind Lu Changsheng's head were what truly left everyone shaken.

These merit halos represented supreme fortune. Only by slaying demons and eliminating evil, ridding the people of harm, or enlightening an entire race could one gain merit. Once that merit reached a certain level, it would form a "merit halo."

One halo counted as one measure.

The highest number was twelve, yet throughout all of history in the immortal cultivation world, even Buddhist powerhouses had never cultivated twelve merit halos by the time they ascended.

The current abbot of Little Thunderclap Temple, Divine Monk Jiekong, had single-handedly suppressed the Eastern Sea Black Dragon three thousand years ago. With fearless spirit, he had reformed the Black Dragon King and ultimately quelled the calamity of the Eastern Sea. Even so, he had only condensed six merit halos.

If one carefully searched through ancient records, there truly had not been many people in the immortal cultivation world, throughout all ages, who possessed nine merit halos.

Every one of them had shaken the ages with their brilliance and left their name fragrant for a hundred generations.

Today, Lu Changsheng had spoken truths of the Great Dao, enlightened all races, gained immense merit, and condensed nine merit halos behind his head.

Once someone condensed nine merit halos, it meant that Lu Changsheng's fortune was without equal.

If anyone wished to harm Changsheng, never mind whether they could succeed; even if they truly did succeed, that person would be cursed by Heaven, and even their entire clan would be cursed by Heaven for millions upon millions of years.

That was precisely why everyone present was so stunned.

Even Qingyun Daoist was dumbfounded.

How could he have known that Lu Changsheng could utter so many supreme truths?

"Student Li Zheng has come to pay homage to the Human Race Half-Saint!"

At that moment, an incomparably resounding voice rang out beyond the Great Luo Holy Land.

The instant the voice sounded, the entire place erupted in uproar.

Even Qingyun Daoist and the others were moved.

"Li Zheng? Isn't that the head of the Central Continent Holy Palace? He is a great Confucian scholar of this era, hailed as someone extremely likely to become a Half-Saint."

"Gasp! Li Zheng actually calls himself a student?"

The crowd exclaimed in shock, hardly daring to believe it.

Yet in the next moment, another voice rang out.

"Student Zhao Chun has come to pay homage to the Human Race Half-Saint."

The voice rang out like the Yellow Bell Great Bell. Looking in its direction—

Outside the Great Luo Holy Land, a man in white stood towering in the void. Vast righteous energy swirled around him, and he radiated uprightness.

Though the Vast Righteous Sect was not a holy land, it was still one of the foremost sects in Central Province.

They cultivated vast righteous energy, slew demons and eliminated evil in the world, and upheld justice. They were a great righteous-path sect. Even the Ten Great Holy Lands had to yield them three parts of courtesy when encountering disciples of the Vast Righteous Sect.

That was because the Vast Righteous Sect did not rely on Spirit Stones, medicinal pills, or the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth for cultivation, but on the righteous energy of Heaven and Earth!

The stronger one's conviction, the stronger one's vast righteous energy.

The moment one harbored any wicked thought, all of one's cultivation would vanish.

That was why others yielded them three parts of courtesy.

Because every disciple of the Vast Righteous Sect was an upright gentleman.

At this moment, Zhao Chun, the sect master of the Vast Righteous Sect, had also arrived.

One was the head of the Holy Palace, a great Confucian scholar of the current era, whose cultivation and strength were second only to Qingyun Daoist.

The other was the sect master of the Vast Righteous Sect, possessing vast righteous energy, with a status no weaker than Li Zheng's or Qingyun Daoist's.

These two were both resounding, eminent figures.

Yet at this moment, they had come outside the Great Luo Holy Land, calling themselves students and deeply bowing to Lu Changsheng.

But this was not the end.

"Student Li Zhou has come to pay respects to the Human Race Half-Saint!"

"Student Wu Ya has come to pay respects to the Human Race Half-Saint!"

"Student Can Qi has come to pay respects to the Human Race Half-Saint!"

"Student Hua Zhong has come to pay respects to the Human Race Half-Saint!"

Figures appeared one after another outside the Great Luo Holy Land.

They were all Confucian powerhouses, all prominent figures of standing. In ordinary times, they stood high above others, handling affairs of state or keeping the world in their hearts.

Yet today, all of them had come to the Great Luo Holy Land in the posture of students, deeply bowing to Lu Changsheng. Their convictions were upright, and their bows came wholly from the depths of their hearts.

"Even Mister Wu Ya has come? Gasp, Mister Wu Ya is also a great Confucian scholar in his own right. Back then, the Crown Prince of the Sun Moon Dynasty had always wanted to recruit Mister Wu Ya, but even after visiting his thatched cottage ten times, he could not invite him out."

"And Mister Can Qi too, known as Central Province's number one Chess Saint. He holds the supreme treasure, the Heavenly Star Chessboard, and is powerful beyond measure. Who would have thought he would come as well?"

"Senior Hua Zhong is also a legendary figure. He holds a divine brush. It is said that thousands of years ago, when demons ravaged the mortal world, Senior Hua Zhong personally painted a divine general from the Immortal Realm and had him slay the enemy. He is a master of the path of painting."

The crowd discussed animatedly.

Outside the Great Luo Holy Land, figure after figure appeared. In an instant, there were hundreds of them.

Gathered together, their literary aura shot into the heavens, and all sorts of phenomena emerged—chessboards, painted scrolls, ancient ink, writing brushes—an utterly terrifying sight.

Together, they bent at the waist and performed a kneeling salute toward Lu Changsheng.

This was a grand rite.

The rite of students kowtowing to their teacher.

This time, it was Lu Changsheng's turn to be somewhat dumbfounded.

How had he suddenly become a Half-Saint?

Wasn't this an immortal cultivation world?

How had it become a world of the Confucian Dao again?

Lu Changsheng was truly a little bewildered.

But Lu Changsheng quickly came to a sudden realization.

He remembered.

Over the past three years, he had read many books, and among them, there had been mentions of the literary Dao.

The immortal cultivation world was vast and boundless, with endless years and a history stretching far into the past. Over that long history, every Great Dao had once bloomed with dazzling radiance.

The Dao of painting, the Dao of talismans, the Dao of alchemy, the Dao of beast taming.

In the end, the Great Dao of immortal cultivation remained the main path.

Yet many other Great Daos had still been preserved, and the literary Dao was one of them.

Scholars cultivated literary aura and condensed vast righteous energy. They did not need conventional cultivation; as long as they possessed literary aura, they could compose eloquent passages upon opening their mouths and slay enemies.

A great Confucian scholar, with nothing but mortal flesh and blood, could suppress a great demon of the Tribulation Transcendence Realm to death.

The literary Dao represented the utmost hardness and utmost yang!

The stronger your demonic aura, the more the literary Dao could restrain you.

It was simply too difficult a path.

People ultimately possessed seven emotions and six desires. They would lose themselves in many places, and once they lost themselves, everything would disappear.

Just as Lu Changsheng came to this realization—

All of a sudden.

In the void, a star blossomed with immeasurable radiance, transforming into a divine beam that shot toward Lu Changsheng.

"That is the Literary Star!"

Outside the Great Luo Holy Land.

Li Zheng stared in utter astonishment and shouted.