A divine manifestation?
Damn, was this bastard cursing his own father?
"What the hell are you talking about? The Sage of Literature only disappeared. He isn't dead. How could he manifest?"
"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."
"But I truly never imagined that, aside from the Sage of Literature, someone else in this world could actually compose such an astonishing work."
"Exactly. I never imagined it either, and so quickly, too."
"At this speed, he must be about on par with the Sage of Literature."
"Not just the speed. In my opinion, this poem far surpasses the one the Sage of Literature just composed."
"He... surpassed the Sage of Literature!"
Ever since the Sage of Literature disappeared, everyone in the True Realm's literary world had spent all these years trying to catch up to him, yet they had never even come close.
To the literary world of the True Realm, the Sage of Literature had been a fleeting glimpse of brilliance, a flower that bloomed only briefly.
Though he had dazzled the world, he had not continued very far down the path of literature.
He had indeed pushed the literary world to its peak, but he had not raised the True Realm's literary standards by much.
As a result, the literary world had stagnated, its level never improving.
But now, to everyone's surprise, someone had appeared whose literary talent seemed poised to surpass the Sage of Literature.
How could these scholars and men of letters not be thrilled?
And it wasn't only them. Even the cultivators were full of praise for this poem.
They kept repeating the lines, "If Heaven had not given birth to me, Chen Changan, the literary world would have languished in darkness for eternity."
What sort of literary talent did it take to create