Two Great Sword Sects Were About to Go to War!

Others carried treasured swords; I had a brush like a blade!

The moment Lin Xuan recited his verse, his young, magnetic voice echoed through the divine palace hall.

Rumble!

The entire divine palace hall was instantly shrouded in boundless Seven-Colored Holy Radiance.

Myriad crimson clouds and misty splendor descended from the heavens.

Even purple qi stretched thirty thousand miles from the east, making the Red Firmament Divine Palace seem as though it had been steeped in a divine realm—vast and magnificent.

Everyone felt their scalps tingle faintly, goosebumps rising uncontrollably over their bodies.

It was as if they had entered, in an instant, a world of wandering heroes filled with flashing blades, clashing swords, and vendettas pursued with joyous abandon.

In that world,

some wielded swords and howled at the heavens, one sword enough to stand against a million warriors.

Yet even a million sword masters could not rival a scholar holding a scroll, wielding a brush like a blade.

With their writing, they roamed the world; with their brushes, they subdued powerful foes; with their ink, they determined national policy.

The literary path was majestic, making all heroes under heaven bow their heads!

As they envisioned this scene, all the princes, nobles, and dignitaries present could not help rising to their feet, their gazes toward Lin Xuan filled with boundless admiration and praise.

"The Emperor Consort truly deserves to be called the Literary Saint of this age! His poetry can make ghosts and gods weep, carrying earth-shaking power!"

"Purple qi comes from the east for thirty thousand miles, while Seven-Colored Holy Radiance shines like the sun. Such a grand and magnificent heavenly phenomenon could only be stirred by a supreme master of the literary path like the Emperor Consort!"

"Too incredible! Truly incredible! I can no longer think of