Lu Territory, where the Great Confucian Holy Palace stood.
Countless Confucian scholars read the Analects together. Boundless faith gathered upon the enormous Faith Holy Statue—the ten-thousand-zhang statue of Confucius.
The ten-thousand-zhang statue of Confucius radiated billions upon billions of rays of light, continuously sending boundless faith to where Confucius was in the Four Great Continents.
"BOOM~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
A thunderous roar rang out between Heaven and Earth. Then boundless blood clouds shrouded the world, and a massive bloody rain poured down. Vast Blood Mist rose from the earth.
The voices of the Confucian scholars in Lu Territory abruptly fell silent. A sense of ashes and despair surged into their chests, while terrifying grief filled their hearts.
A Sage had fallen, and Heaven and Earth mourned together!
Moreover, all the Confucian scholars who came from the Confucian school throughout the world felt a sharp pain in their hearts. The aura of the Great Confucian Path bestowed upon them all suddenly collapsed.
Everyone realized something in horror!
Confucius had fallen!
Confucius had fallen?
It was as though the sky had collapsed. Many of the great Confucian sages in the Great Confucian Holy Palace burst into loud wails. The leader of the Confucian path had fallen? Their master had fallen?
Their master was a Sage. How could he have fallen? Countless Confucian scholars knelt and wailed in fury, cursing Heaven. They could not accept this sorrowful reality.
"Confucius said, 'Is it not a pleasure to learn and practice what is learned from time to time? Is it not a joy to have friends come from afar...?'"
Some frantic Confucian sages hurriedly began reading the Analects again. Vast faith once more gathered around the statue of Confucius, but at this moment, the statue was utterly dim and no longer accepted any faith.
Confucius had truly died!