The Confucian Immortal Light surged, all of it flowing toward Lin Xuan.
Above the Sage's Dojo, every living being changed expression.
Like the Three Great Emperor Seeds, they could no longer draw even a trace of Confucian Immortal Light.
All the living beings stared at Lin Xuan in stunned confusion, their emotions complex. Some hotheads even had bloodshot eyes, their faces full of indignation. Had they retained any less composure, they would likely have already struck at Lin Xuan.
"Lin Xuan, stop!"
At that moment, Wu Mingkong's voice rang across the Sage's Dojo.
All thirteen Sage Statues were rapidly dimming, losing their "spirituality." How could this go on?
The Sage Statues were the foundation of Confucian Cloud Academy. If they truly needed a century to recover, those hundred years would be unbearably cruel for its countless students.
When that time came, the cultivation progress of those countless students would inevitably slow to a crawl. To Wu Mingkong, who governed Confucian Cloud Academy, that was nothing short of the sky collapsing.
He suddenly regretted it—regretted inviting Lin Xuan to this Confucian Light Banquet.
Unfortunately, it seemed too late for regrets now.
Wu Mingquan and Wu Mingyao stood to the side, gaping blankly.
They had never seen anything like this before either.
Wu Mingyao looked at the red-eyed Wu Mingkong with complicated eyes, and for a moment, she actually felt like laughing.
"Calamity is where fortune lies hidden!"
After coming back to his senses, Wu Mingquan murmured softly. The Three Great Emperor Seeds' interception had failed, leaving him somewhat displeased, but he had never expected Lin Xuan to pull something like this immediately afterward.
With the foundation of the Confucian Immortal Light uprooted, it was a devastating blow to Wu Mingkong. He might even be punished for it. To Wu Mingquan, that