Founding the Foundation of Literature, the Atmosphere Begins to Take Shape

Time passes, much like the ceaseless tides outside the academy, washing over the shores of time wave after wave.

Since the Myriad Dao Academy established its Dao Lineage and opened its doors to disciples, no one knows how many winters and summers have passed.

For the Primordial World, where time is often measured in eons, this might be but a fleeting moment.

Yet for the academy itself and its disciples, it has been a precious period of time sufficient to lay foundations and nurture its atmosphere.

Roots planted deep, the atmosphere emerges of its own accord.

Today's Myriad Dao Academy no longer retains the "newness" of its inception.

The floating continent, formed from the fusion of the Three Immortals Island, has been thoroughly transformed into a true Pure Land of Literary Radiance under the day-and-night nourishment of endless literary qi and the subtle influence of Wanhua's primordial power.

The mountain ranges are more majestic and spiritual, with natural Dao runes faintly forming within the textures of the stone;

The rivers and lakes are crystal clear, and as the water ripples, the sound of rhythmic reading seems to echo;

Across the fertile plains, exotic flowers and rare herbs compete to grow, exhaling not just spiritual energy, but pure Literary Radiance Dao Charm.

The entire continent is like a massive Literary Treasure, continuously tempered and nurtured, radiating an aura that is upright, peaceful, wise, and profound.

The academy's architectural complex has also become increasingly ancient and substantial. The bluestone corridors have been smoothed by time and literary qi until they are as warm as jade;

The depictions of sages carved onto the beams and pillars have become increasingly vivid, occasionally manifesting as phantoms at night to expound upon principles;

Functional areas such as the Hall of Understanding Principles, the Diligent Study Hall, the Scripture Repository, the Hall of Discussing the Dao, and the Literary Practice Field each possess their own unique characteristics, with Dao charms flowing between them.

They constitute a complete and orderly system of cultivation.

Every day, the morning bells and evening drums ring out, accompanied by the sound of chanting; during the day, literary qi rises, whether for quiet meditation, discussing the Dao, or practicing techniques;

At night, the lights are like stars, settling into reflection. An atmosphere that is orderly, positive, and full of vitality and hope envelops the entire academy.

This was not deliberately manufactured, but an internal "atmosphere" formed by the natural integration of Confucian Dao principles and the disciples' own lived cultivation.

Disciples progress, a hundred flowers bloom.

Nourished by this fertile soil, the growth of the first batch of disciples has been changing with each passing day, becoming the most vivid manifestation of the academy's atmosphere.

The first disciple, Xuanjizi, relying on his Seeking Literary Heart and his Golden Immortal foundation, has thoroughly stabilized his mid-stage Golden Immortal realm and is steadily advancing toward the late stage.

His cultivation of the Literary Fire Body Tempering Chapter has reached a state of perfection; the literary fire within him is refined, and his Dao body is transparent and flawless.

He has delved deeply into the Tongue-and-Sword technique, now able to tentatively incorporate a trace of the Evil-Slaying Brushstroke's intent, greatly increasing its power.

He has even begun to dabble in Subtle Words, Profound Meaning, attempting to influence the airflow and light around him on a small scale; while he is still far from the Word of Law, it is already a rare improvement.

His aura is composed, his gaze wise, and he faintly carries the demeanor of a senior brother.

Elder Teng's cultivation has also made great strides; although not as fiercely progressive as Xuanjizi, his foundation is the most solid, and his literary qi the most mellow, arguably the best among all the disciples.

His Benevolent Resilience Literary Heart is restrained, and through his work in the medicine garden and tending to the plants, he has come to understand the principle of "endless life" more profoundly.

The Tongue-and-Sword he wields is not sharp, but it possesses a long-lasting, tenacious intent to trap enemies.

Combined with his gradually mastered use of literary qi, which carries soothing and healing effects, he stands unique among the disciples.

The Antlered Maiden, Yun Xi, has finally found her own path, no longer forcing herself to master offensive techniques, but focusing instead on defensive methods like Impenetrable Defense and Splendid Tapestry.

Her Guardian Literary Heart is perfectly suited to these techniques; the light shields she condenses are becoming increasingly solid, and the Splendid Tapestry she unfolds, while not large in range, is structurally rigorous.

Her defensive power is astonishing, making her the most popular "sparring partner" when the disciples practice together.

The Spirit of Metal and Stone, Jin Li, has combined his own characteristics with the upright principles of Confucian Dao; his Tongue-and-Sword is heavy and sharp, a formidable tool for breaking through defenses;

Bright Wisdom Heart possesses superior comprehension, grasping principles extremely quickly, and has begun to attempt a simplified version of Each Word a Pearl.

He can write characters containing the essence of Clearing the Heart and Focusing the Spirit to assist in cultivation.

Even the Cloud Spirit, Yun Su, has thoroughly stabilized the Illusion-Reality Literary Heart, turning her fickle nature into an advantage for her supernatural abilities.

Her movement and stealth techniques are second to none among the disciples, and her attacks carry the peculiar effect of confusing the senses.

The Qing Yu Maiden, Qing Yu, has seen that trace of detachment deep within her soul fade significantly under the long-term immersion in the academy's atmosphere, though she has still not fully committed herself.

Yet her cultivation has not fallen behind; her literary qi is pure, and her techniques are skillful, though occasionally, a complex look still flashes in her eyes when she gazes toward the horizon.

More Registered Disciples have also condensed their Literary Hearts during this time, successfully building their foundations and officially stepping through the gates of the Confucian Dao.

The number of academy disciples has increased steadily; while far from being a place where "ten thousand immortals come to pay homage," it has already formed a lineage team of considerable scale, each with their own characteristics and infinite potential.

Like flowers in a garden, nourished by the sun and rain of the Confucian Dao, they follow their own natures to bloom in different colors, together constituting the academy's flourishing vitality.

Internal and external convergence, fame spreads far and wide.

As the academy's atmosphere gradually takes shape, its unique Literary Radiance Dao Charm and the day-after-day sound of lecturing can no longer be completely concealed.

Above the East Sea, one can often see auspicious clouds swirling and literary light piercing the sky, forming a stark contrast with the majestic water vapor of the Dragon Palace and the fierce demon clouds of the Demon Race.

Some cultivators and living beings traveling through the East Sea, or those with the intention to explore, see this continent from afar and feel its distinct aura, all clicking their tongues in wonder.

News regarding the Myriad Dao Academy's "Education for All," "not prioritizing origins," and "unique cultivation methods," along with rumors of its disciples' progress in strength, has gradually spread among the lower-level beings of the Primordial World and some Rogue Cultivators, attracting more gazes filled with longing yet hesitant observation.

Of course, this increasingly prosperous atmosphere has also attracted more prying eyes from the shadows.

The Dragon Palace, the Demon Race, and even other forces of the Primordial World are casting increasingly frequent and profound gazes toward this place.

However, hindered by the might of the Primordial Chaos Sage Wanhua and the unfathomable depth of the Myriad Dao Academy, no large-scale conflict had erupted just yet. But beneath the calm surface of the sea, the undercurrents were already surging with greater intensity.

Wanhua sat quietly in the Chaos Space at the core of the academy, sensing the increasingly dense atmosphere of "culture" within this pure land he had created with his own hands, watching his disciples grow sturdy like young saplings, his eyes calm and rippleless.

The foundation had been laid, and the momentum was gradually taking shape.

This meant that the Myriad Dao Academy had already planted firm roots in the Primordial World, no longer a fledgling bird requiring him to manifest his divinity for protection at every turn.

The path ahead would need to be walked by these disciples themselves, for them to experience the storms and put their principles into practice.

As for him, he cast his gaze toward a grander layout, and that collision with the old order and top-tier factions of the Primordial World that was destined to be unavoidable.

The torch had been lit, and its light was growing ever more intense. This nascent atmosphere of the Dao of Culture would eventually, like a single spark starting a prairie fire, sweep across this vast and ancient Primordial land in an unprecedented storm.