Zhong Xuanyin sat upon bamboo slips, using them as a raft to drift through time.
Zuo Qiu Wu's candle tears swept past his eyes. Where they dripped upon the bamboo slips, they left mottled marks.
This was a saintly mark!
Zhong Xuanyin had already ascended in the very essence of his life, and this work, Diligent Academy, was undergoing a fundamental ascent as well.
All the power Zuo Qiu Wu had used to leave behind Seven Hates, after Seven Hates' intent fled, was poured into this book. Not a single drop was kept to prolong his own life. With what remained of that life, he carved an eternal saintly mark.
In the foreseeable future, with this Diligent Academy inscribed with saintly marks and capable of infinite sublimation, Diligent Academy would possess saint-level power to be passed down through generation after generation. This was the foundation for preserving the academy's legacy in the Era of Great Contention.
Sima Heng said that what Zuo Qiu Wu wrote was merely fiction. Seven Hates said this work was mediocre. Zuo Qiu Wu denied neither.
But Sima Heng could not save Diligent Academy. Seven Hates had tasted the fruit of defeat. Yet he had changed this ending.
What they wanted was different!
The Square Seat upon which Ju Kui, who presided over [Black-and-White Dharma Realm], sat became transparent at this moment.
It resembled a prison cell, yet also a study.
Cui Yigeng, his hair white as snow, sat within with his back straight.
Great Void Pavilion had placed this crucial figure here both to watch over him and to protect him.
His desk and chair were woven from regulations. Before him now lay an unfurled scroll of long bamboo slips.
With a suspended sword as his pen, he carved character by character.
His tears fell