Jing Province, Pu Nan Academy.
Before the small pavilion on the Back Mountain, dozens of Confucian scholars sat upon prayer mats, their clear recitations echoing around them.
Yin Xu stood before the cliff, staring blankly at the dense clouds below his feet, no one knowing what he was thinking.
Suddenly, a white light flickered between his brows, and his expression immediately turned grave.
"Confucian Saint!"
"Someone has summoned the Confucian Saint!"
The next moment, Yin Xu raised his right hand. An Engraving Knife appeared in his grasp, and with a light slash through the void before him, the indestructible space was sliced apart like a thin sheet of paper.
Yin Xu stepped into the void.
Jing Province City.
After those indifferent, emotionless eyes appeared, a surge of Righteous Qi swiftly sketched the outline of a figure beneath the heavens. A wild wind suddenly swept through the sky, and wide sleeves abruptly unfurled. A scholar clad in a green Confucian Robe appeared before Gongsun Xiao and the others.
The Confucian Saint's projection descended upon the Nine Provinces once more. Though he resembled an immortal cast down from the heavens, beneath that seemingly refined body descended a terrifying pressure that blanketed heaven and earth—like mountains collapsing, like the earth splitting, like the heavens and land overturning.
Gongyang Mu and the other two, closest to the Confucian Saint, were the first to meet his gaze.
Though they had summoned the Confucian Saint's projection, their bodies began trembling uncontrollably.
Unable to withstand that vast pressure, the Buddhist Vajra Dharma Image's Buddhist light began rapidly crumbling.
After the Confucian Saint's projection descended, Yao Niang's brow suddenly split open. Streams of blood mixed with white radiance slowly flowed out.
Summoning an existence as transcendent as the Confucian Saint while in the Spirit Wandering Realm was a