Seeing Wu Chu at a loss for words, the sages could not help bursting into laughter.
If their disciples saw this, they would probably find it unbelievable. How could their usually stern and unsmiling masters be acting like this?
Wu Chu rolled his eyes at Tongtian.
At that moment, Mister Chu Yi, Wu Chu's incarnation, arrived riding the wind, reciting loudly, "Diligence makes the path up the mountain of books; hardship serves as the boat across the boundless sea of learning."
From afar, everyone heard only those two lines before the gale turned into towering waves and drifting clouds became a colossal boat, which sailed upon the "wind and waves." When it drew near the sages, the wind calmed and the waves subsided. A road of clouds, formed from words, stretched out before them.
Jieyin and Zhunti were unsurprised by this sight.
The rivalry between the Western Religion and the Literary Dao Confucian Sect had not begun merely a day or two ago. The Literary Dao Confucian Sect's cultivation methods included techniques that transformed words into spells.
But Yuanshi, who remained in seclusion year-round, could not help feeling rather astonished.
As for Taishang, though he stayed in his Eight Scenic Palace all year long and seemed to truly pay no heed to worldly affairs, he was the patriarch of the Human Sect. Who knew how many disciples from the countless sects and mountain gates that had branched off from the Human Sect secretly prayed to him?
Every day, they lit a stick of incense and prayed devoutly, hoping the patriarch would bless them... Listening to those sincere prayers, Taishang truly "never left his door, yet knew all under Heaven."
"This humble Daoist is Chu Yi. Greetings, seniors." The middle-aged Mister Chu Yi cupped his hands and bowed. Glancing at the