Time flew by, like the ceaseless tides beyond the Academy, wave after wave washing against the shores of time.
Ever since Myriad Dao Academy established its Dao Lineage and opened its doors to accept disciples, countless years had passed.
To the Primordial Era, where time was measured in epochs, this might have been but a fleeting instant.
Yet for the Academy itself and its disciples, it had been a precious span of years sufficient to lay foundations and nurture momentum.
With deep foundations, momentum arose naturally.
The present Myriad Dao Academy had long since lost the sense of "newness" it possessed at its founding.
The floating continent formed from the fusion of Three Immortals Island had, under the day-and-night nourishment of boundless Literary Qi and the subtle influence of Wanhua's Primordial Chaos power, completely transformed into a true Pure Land of Literary Radiance.
The mountains had grown more majestic and spiritually refined, with natural runes of principle faintly forming within the patterns of the rocks;
The rivers and lakes were crystal-clear, and amid their rippling waters, the sound of recitation seemed to echo;
Across the fertile plains, exotic flowers and spiritual herbs flourished in competition, drawing in not only spiritual qi but also pure Literary Radiance Dao Charm.
The entire continent resembled an enormous Literary Treasure, continuously nurtured and tempered, radiating an aura of righteousness, peace, wisdom, and profundity.
The Academy's buildings had likewise become increasingly ancient and imposing. The bluestone corridors, steeped in time and Literary Qi, had become as warm and lustrous as jade;
The scenes of sages carved upon the beams and pillars had become ever more vivid, sometimes even manifesting phantom images at night to expound principles;
Areas such as the Hall of Understanding Principles, Diligent Study Hall, Scripture Repository, Hall of Discussing the Dao, and Literary Practice Field each possessed their own distinct features, with Dao Charm circulating through them.
Together, they formed a complete and orderly cultivation system.
Every day, morning bells and evening drums rang out amid clear recitations; during the day, Literary Qi rose into the air as disciples meditated, discussed the Dao, and practiced techniques;
At night, lamplight glittered like stars as they reflected and settled their thoughts. An orderly, uplifting atmosphere, brimming with vitality and hope, enveloped the entire Academy.
This had not been deliberately cultivated, but was the inner "momentum" naturally formed from the fusion of Confucian Dao ideals and the disciples' earnest cultivation lives.
The disciples advanced, each blossoming in their own way.
Nurtured by this fertile soil, the first batch of disciples had progressed with each passing day, becoming the most vivid manifestation of the Academy's momentum.
Xuanjizi, the First Disciple, had relied on his Seeking Literary Heart and Golden Immortal foundation to thoroughly stabilize his mid-stage Golden Immortal cultivation, steadily advancing toward the late stage.
His cultivation of the Literary Fire Body Tempering Chapter had reached an exquisite level. The literary fire within his body was fully refined, and his Dao body was flawlessly clear.
He had studied the art of Tongue-and-Sword in great depth and could now make preliminary attempts to incorporate a trace of the intent of the Evil-Slaying Brushstroke into it, greatly increasing its power.
He had even begun exploring Subtle Words, Profound Meaning, attempting to influence the airflow and light around him on a small scale. Though he remained unimaginably far from Word of Law, it was already a rare advancement.
His aura was deep and steady, his gaze wise, and he faintly bore the demeanor of an eldest senior brother.
Elder Teng's cultivation had also advanced greatly. Though he did not charge forward as fiercely as Xuanjizi, the solidity of his foundation and the richness of his Literary Qi were unmatched among the disciples.
The radiance of his Benevolent Resilience Literary Heart was restrained. As he worked in the Medicine Garden and tended the plants, his understanding of the principle of Endless Vitality grew ever deeper.
The Tongue-and-Sword he wielded was not sharp or fierce, but carried an enduring and resilient intent to trap enemies.
Combined with his gradually mastered use of Literary Qi, which possessed soothing and healing effects, he stood apart among the disciples.
Yun Xi, the Antlered Maiden, had finally found her own path. No longer forcing herself to pursue offensive arts, she instead focused on defensive methods such as Impregnable Fortress and Splendid Tapestry.
Her Guardian Literary Heart was incomparably compatible with these techniques. The light shields she condensed became increasingly solid, while the "tapestries" she unfurled, though limited in range, possessed rigorous structures.
Their defensive power was astonishing, making her the most sought-after "sparring partner" whenever the disciples exchanged pointers.
Jin Li, the Spirit of Metal and Stone, combined his own traits with the rigid and upright principles of the Confucian Dao. His Tongue-and-Sword was heavy and razor-sharp, a formidable weapon for breaking through defenses;
Bright Wisdom Heart possessed exceptional comprehension and grasped principles with remarkable speed. He had already begun attempting a simplified version of Each Word a Pearl.
He could write characters containing the intent of Clearing the Heart and Focusing the Spirit, assisting cultivation.
Even Yun Su, the Cloud Spirit, had thoroughly stabilized her Illusion-Reality Literary Heart, transforming her ever-changing nature into an advantage in divine abilities.
Her movement techniques and concealment arts were unrivaled among the disciples, while her attacks carried the extraordinary effect of bewildering one's senses.
Qing Yu, the Qing Yu Maiden, had been steeped in the Academy's atmosphere for so long that the trace of detachment deep within her soul seemed to have faded somewhat. Though she had still not fully committed herself,
She had not neglected her cultivation either. Her Literary Qi was pure and her techniques skillful, but whenever she occasionally looked toward the horizon, a trace of complexity still flashed through her eyes.
More Registered Disciples had also condensed their Literary Hearts during these years, successfully established their foundations, and formally stepped through the gates of the Confucian Dao.
The number of Academy disciples steadily increased. Though it was far from a gathering of ten thousand immortals, it had already formed a sizable inheritance force, each member distinct and possessing limitless potential.
They were like a hundred flowers in a garden. Nourished by the sunlight and rain of the Confucian Dao, they followed their own natures and bloomed with different splendors, together composing the Academy's flourishing vitality.
Internal and external currents converged, and its fame spread far and wide.
As the Academy's momentum gradually took shape, its unique Literary Radiance Dao Charm and the daily sounds of its teachings could no longer be completely concealed.
Above the East Sea, Auspicious Clouds could often be seen swirling as literary light shot into the heavens, forming a striking contrast with the Dragon Palace's vast watery vapor and the savage demon clouds of the demon race.
Cultivators and living beings traveling across the East Sea, or deliberately seeking it out, would glimpse this continent from afar and sense its utterly different aura, all clicking their tongues in amazement.
News of Myriad Dao Academy's Education for All, its disregard for one's origins, and its unusual cultivation methods spread alongside rumors of its disciples' growing strength.
It gradually circulated among the lower-tier beings of the Primordial Era and some Rogue Cultivators, drawing the attention of more people who yearned for it yet remained hesitant and watchful.
Naturally, this increasingly prosperous momentum also attracted more covert scrutiny.
The Dragon Palace, the demon race, and even other Primordial Era forces cast increasingly frequent and penetrating gazes toward this place.
Yet due to the majesty of Wanhua, the Primordial Chaos Sage, and the unfathomable depths of the Academy, no large-scale conflict had erupted for the moment. Still, beneath the calm sea, the undercurrents had already become more turbulent.
Wanhua sat quietly within the Chaos Space at the Academy's core, sensing the increasingly dense literary momentum of this pure land he had created with his own hands. As he watched the disciples thrive like young saplings, his eyes remained calm and undisturbed.
The foundation had been established, and the momentum had gradually taken shape.
This meant that Myriad Dao Academy had firmly taken root in the Primordial Era. It was no longer a fledgling that required him to constantly reveal his divinity and shield it.
The road ahead had to be walked by these disciples themselves: to weather storms and put principles into practice.
As for him, he turned his gaze toward a grander design, as well as the inevitable collision with the old Order of the Primordial Era and its greatest powers.
The Firewood of Inheritance had been lit, and its light was gradually blazing brighter. This newly formed momentum of the Literary Dao would eventually spread like sparks setting a prairie ablaze, sweeping up an unprecedented storm across the vast and ancient Primordial Land.
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