Silver Light Explodes, Vital Blood Like Fire
As Qiu Yan pondered, the river beneath his feet changed. The water surged, and the souls that had been drowning in it reappeared, flying out of the river and landing on the ground.
The soul rolls away and takes human form.
Many people looked bewildered, and the black aura around them had vanished.
During the time they were immersed in the River of History, Illusory World, the impurities in their souls were washed away by the river water and left their souls, either becoming Qiu Yan's insights or being bound by the whirlpool.
Many Confucian scholars were in a daze. Recalling everything, they immediately understood and their expressions changed. However, they still managed to calm themselves down and thanked Qiu Yan.
Tang Qing also escaped from the river, but she seemed lost and dejected. Her gaze towards Qiu Yan was filled with a strange meaning. Then she looked up and saw Bei Xuan, who was riding the stars and fighting against the gods. A complicated expression appeared on her face.
At this moment, the stars controlled by Bei Xuan manifested the figures of Confucian scholars, who looked the same as Bei Xuan, each exuding a different realm.
"Brother Bei, is this going to manifest the Myriad Manifestations?" Noticing these figures, Bai Zhaoyuan asked expressionlessly, showing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.
Bei Xuan smiled and replied, "The Cloud-Mist Stars are filled with countless insights, but without the support of the Book Mountain Ore, they are fleeting and difficult to capture. Although I have grasped some of the mysteries, I cannot absorb them all. However, I can mobilize them and let them unfold before me for observation and understanding."
As they spoke, layers of figures surrounded the deity!
But the next moment, the deity let out a long roar, and its entire body exploded with Silver-Mercury!
The azure Divine Body emitted a burst of silver light, which soared into the sky, unleashing a rolling roar that swept in all directions, giving the impression of giving it its all.
Fluctuation!
The entire hall trembled; the floor and walls began to shake, echoing the long howl of the gods!
In an instant, an aura of destruction descended. Bei Xuan and Bai Zhaoyuan simultaneously sensed the deity's intentions, and their thoughts raced.
At the same time, the river beneath Qiu Yan's feet suddenly changed. The whirlpools were separated, and then waves of water swept around, engulfing many Confucian scholars, including Tang Qing. One wave even shot straight up, enveloping Bei Ming, who was imprisoned in the air.
Then, Qiu Yan transmitted a thought—
"This god is not truly devoid of worshippers. His previous actions were merely to mislead others; he anticipated that this resurgence would be suppressed at every turn. Therefore, he was already prepared to take a desperate, risky gamble!"
Qiu Yan came here with no intention of seizing treasures. Now, having collected seven sets of Book Mine and gained Divine Path insights from the Living Soul, he has reaped considerable rewards. To continue to covet more would be insatiable greed. The moon wanes after it is full; a decision must be made.
Therefore, upon discovering the clues in the Votive Thoughts and deducing the true intention of that deity, Qiu Yan made a decisive move, using the long river to sweep up everyone and choosing the position of the Gate of Life among the eight gates to charge forward!
The chilling Silver-Mercury that blocked the entrance was immediately dissipated by the rushing river and flowed into it!
They came suddenly and left just as quickly, without any lingering attachment!
"Hmm? Who is this person? He can take things in stride; he can't be an unknown nobody." Hearing the telepathic transmission, Bai Zhaoyuan turned his gaze to Qiu Yan for the first time, as if he had just seen him, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
"This man is named Qiu Yan, a native of Jiannan, Literary Path Creation," Bei Xuan replied with a smile, as if he were an old friend of Qiu Yan. "Since Brother Qiu has this in mind, then let this god live or die as he pleases."
At that moment, he quickly adjusted his State of Mind, made a decision, and didn't hesitate.
"Very well. I came here to prevent this god from using a substitute to resurrect himself and deceive all the Scholar Forest. But now that the hall is in turmoil, he will naturally disappear again, and our duty will be fulfilled."
The art of making choices is profound; it reflects a person's control over their mind and demonstrates self-discipline. If one cannot bear to give up something temporarily, how can one endure decades of academic pursuit?
As soon as they finished speaking, one put away his book and the other left the starry sky.
"Trying to leave? Too late!"
Numerous illusory figures of scholars lingered Divine Spirit Body, releasing various artistic conceptions, but all were blocked by the silver light!
The deity moved with lightning speed, his fists and feet flashing with silver light, shattering the illusory figures one after another.
As his hands and feet moved, his soul gradually solidified, as if it were about to become a tangible substance, emanating a powerful Qi and Blood that swayed like a raging fire, tearing open the gaps in the intent that constituted the palace!
In an instant, the masculine Qi and Blood dispersed, filling the hall in the blink of an eye. But it did not linger; instead, it forcefully broke through the barriers and invaded the Book Mountain! It spun into a ring, blocking the surging river of knowledge!
Everything in the Scholar Forest World is a manifestation of thought, which is Yin. How can it resist genuine Yang Qi and Blood?
In an instant, violent Qi and Blood spread throughout the mountain, not only blocking everyone's path but also breaking through the structure of the Scholar Forest World, transmitting a thought under the guidance of divine power!
In a narrow alley in Eastern Capital, a boy was curled up in a corner, seemingly fast asleep.
He was dressed in coarse cloth, his figure thin, with a low stool beside him. One leg of the stool was pressing down on a cloth bag, the bag was loose, and a few copper coins were scattered outside.
Looking at him, he was clearly a frail beggar, lying in a corner looking destitute, with money beside him but no wariness, making him the kind of "prey" that thugs and ruffians would love to target.
Strangely, several ragged beggars gathered in the distance, cautiously observing the boy.
Their faces showed restraint, respect, and a hint of fear.
This expression suggests that he is not looking at a "colleague," but rather trying to figure out a superior.
Sudden!
The boy opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them!
"Finally, another one has recovered. Hopefully, we can save it this time." After uttering these words, the boy stood up from the ground, making a "whoosh" sound, just like the howling of the wind, very lifelike.
The next moment, a strong wind suddenly rose from the ground, blowing sand and stones flying everywhere in the alley!
The beggars gathered together were thrown into chaos by the wind. The two thinnest ones were even blown off course. But the wind came suddenly and went quickly, and the gale subsided in a short time.
But soon someone discovered that the boy had disappeared, leaving only the low stool and the cloth bag. Strangely enough, the wind had been strong enough to blow people away, but the low stool and the cloth bag hadn't moved an inch.
However, even after the boy left, none of the beggars touched the cloth bag; they simply watched it from afar with expressions of awe.
At that very moment.
Ding ding ding.
A soft sound came from the cloth bag, and two copper coins rolled out, spun a few times, and landed on the ground. The trace of Divine Sense contained in them then dissipated.
Not long after, the ground in the city shook violently, and the sky was filled with swirling clouds.
The residents living in the Inner City came out of their homes and saw that the sky above the Imperial City was covered with dark clouds, and there stood figures on the clouds. Some were wearing golden armor, and some were riding fierce beasts. They were all majestic and powerful, and looked very much like the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals in legends.
"What are those? Could they be gods?"
"Heavenly Soldiers and Generals! It must be Heavenly Soldiers and Generals! This old man saw clouds coming down from the sky with his own eyes!"
"If they are Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, why would they surround the Imperial City?"
The topic was hotly debated on the streets.
Beneath the clouds, people came and went in the Imperial City, bustling about in a tense and busy manner, yet orderly. Squads of soldiers marched through the palace, each one strong and powerful, their Qi and Blood rising and converging to barely hold back the clouds.
Similarly, the soldiers' Qi and Blood was also drawn to the clouds and the people above them, creating some gaps in the Imperial City's defenses.
At this moment, a gentle breeze came from afar, light and graceful, winding its way through the gaps in the flow of Qi and Blood, and soon arrived at the Forest Altar Literary Hall in the Imperial City.
Forest Altar Literary Hall, Hall of Illuminating Ethics.
The houses surrounding the hall were filled with young people, all dressed as Confucian scholars, each with an extraordinary air about them. Among them, several were particularly brimming with Literary Thought, their expressions subtly echoing the clay sculptures inside the hall.
The commotion in the sky, of course, did not escape their notice. One by one, they came out of their houses, looked up, and soon began to discuss and speculate.
"Ha," a scholar in the crowd suddenly sneered, "It's nothing but a smokescreen. I wonder which deity put it into this. It looks quite convincing, but it might fool ordinary people. In my eyes, it's full of flaws."
The speaker was thin, with dark skin, but his eyes were bright and piercing.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a voice came from the side, "Brother Pang, you have such insight, do you know the purpose of the person behind this?"
Following these words came a man dressed in white, tall and distinguished.
"Isn't it obvious?" The young man surnamed Pang grinned. "Judging from Brother Li's expression, he has clearly already guessed it. Everything in this world is connected, and extraordinary events are even more traceable. Why did it have to happen now of all times?"
After he finished speaking, he exchanged a glance with the man, then simultaneously turned his head, his gaze falling on the Hall of Illuminating Ethics.
At the entrance, a gentle breeze passed through the door, its sound light and airy, but if anyone reached out to touch it, they would feel all sorts of sounds coming from this airflow, ever-changing!
This gentle breeze, unnoticed by anyone, arrived before the clay sculpture in the hall, then burst forth with a cracking sound! The sound of students reciting their lessons filled the air!
The sound came suddenly, startling everyone outside the door. But someone reacted immediately – it was the two men who had been talking earlier – and they rushed into the hall!
The sounds of reading were chaotic, as if hundreds or thousands of people were speaking at the same time, and their accents were all different, as if scholars from all over the Great Rui were speaking at the same time!
Dozens of these sentences emanated countless thoughts, which, when combined, actually caused the clay sculpture of the Sage to react.
Swish!
In front of the clay sculpture, a vortex appeared out of thin air, then the sound of reading ceased, and a gentle breeze slipped into it!
"This is..." Everyone was stunned and stood there dumbfounded when they saw the vortex.
But the men surnamed Pang and Li seized the opportunity, walked to the bottom of the vortex, sat cross-legged on the ground, and then two Living Souls leaped out from above their heads and entered the vortex!
Upon seeing this, the others suddenly realized what was happening and rushed over to try and replicate it. However, by the time they got close, the vortex had already disappeared.
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