The Confucian Order Unfolds the Six Arts

Dharma Form?

Upon hearing this word, Qiu Yan's thoughts stirred slightly, but he quickly suppressed his curiosity, pulled the landscape image he was holding in his right hand, and confronted the chaos of the Grasslands, thus stabilizing the situation.

Then, the two Confucian Order that had been lingering to his side returned and merged into him, instantly forming six illusory figures behind him, blurry and unreal.

"What you've done is in vain." On the other side, the thousand-armed and thousand-legged Dharma Form waved its arms, and thousands of arms opened their palms at the same time, and various kinds of power surged out, like a huge wave, rushing towards Qiu Yan. Halfway there, it split into characters, echoing the Human Path Thunder that appeared in the sky. From a distance, it looked like an article.

The text flowed and condensed into a ball of light containing various characters, compressing all power. Even from a great distance, one could still feel the terrifying aura emanating from it!

Faced with this situation, a phantom figure behind Qiu Yan stepped forward, flowing with two streams of Force of Order, which combined to form a longbow!

Shoot!

Then, the figure became clear, looking exactly like Qiu Yan, and drew his bow, but there was no arrow on the bowstring.

"Oh? You want to shoot arrows too? This isn't something you Central Plains people are good at. Could it be that you were provoked by the arrows from before?" A voice came from within the Thousand-Handed Dharma Form, accompanied by an indescribable terrifying aura.

This aura solidified the surrounding space, and together with the compressed sphere of light, it moved forward, only to be blocked by the aura emanating from the scroll. Yet, it gradually broke free of the confinement and was about to land on Qiu Yan.

In truth, if it weren't for the power of Order that emerged when the scriptures were forged, let alone facing the Dharma Form of the Great Chanyu, it would have been difficult to even gather the thoughts of the cultivators.

" Among the Six Arts of Confucianism, archery has always been an important subject, and it has been promoted since ancient times. How can one say that one is not good at it?" Faced with this situation, Qiu Yan simply said, "Why do you think I would set up an array to draw a wisp of the consciousness of all the cultivators on the Grasslands here?"

"Hmm?" Just as Thousand Hands Dharma Form was puzzled, he saw that the cultivators who were struggling to survive under the oppressive aura of him and Qiu Yan suddenly had a mysterious aura rising from their bodies. In an instant, it gathered on Qiu Yan's bowstring and condensed into a long arrow!

Within the long arrow, the Fortune of all sects are intertwined, and one can see illusory scenes of ever-changing Daoist techniques and Dao Arts.

Then Qiu Yan flicked his finger, the bowstring tightened, and he shot the arrow out in one go!

Bite!

The arrow struck the ball of light, and then the ball exploded!

Boom!

The suppressed power of the light sphere erupted, tearing apart the temporarily formed consciousness space. The spatial rift raged like a storm, and the cultivators whose thoughts had been extracted were annihilated, leaving only pure thoughts. The Fortune connected to them had just been condensed into an arrow and collided with the light sphere.

Now, the sphere of light exploded, its power scattering in all directions, further entangling the marginal Fortune of the sects behind the cultivators. This made the situation increasingly complex, with projections of various Daoist techniques and Law Treasure forming out of thin air, flying in the sky and leaving behind streaks of light. Each streak contained multifaceted power, and even a touch of it would taint one's Fortune and affect one's destiny.

In this way, the massive Thousand-Armed Dharma Form became extremely inconvenient. However, the Dharma Form Image spun in the air, creating hundreds of clones. Each clone moved nimbly amidst the radiance, rushing towards Qiu Yan!

In this chaotic situation, even Sixth Realm cultivator would find it difficult to exert his power. Moreover, the Great Chanyu, a sixth-realm cultivator, was already subject to many restrictions while staying in the mortal realm. Even in the consciousness space, he was still suppressed and was not as free as he claimed. That statement was actually a cover-up and a means of intimidation.

Furthermore, his true form was sealed and suppressed. That seemingly casual attack was actually the result of considerable effort. It took a lot of time and effort, from accumulating power, planning, and leveraging momentum to stalling for time, to finally unleash it. Otherwise, why would he have bothered to say so much to Qiu Yan?

The show of strength was intended to conceal the truth beneath the surface, but with Qiu Yan's arrow shot out, the Fortune became chaotic, and this disguise could no longer be maintained.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Those Dharma Form shot out like arrows, their speed so great that even the suppressive power of the ancient texts and paintings could not catch up with them for a time.

In the blink of an eye, several clones arrived in front of Qiu Yan. One of them shone brightly and released an aura of destruction before exploding!

Qiu Yan moved his feet, his figure flashed like lightning, and he retreated rapidly. The Grasslands painting of mountains and grasslands connected to his two hands immediately became like two long rainbows, which he dragged in the air and drew two trajectories. He retreated dozens of feet, thus avoiding being affected by the self-destruction of the Dharma Form Avatar.

Beside him, one of the six illusory figures manifested, drew its bow, and fired an arrow of Fortune, but it was immediately obliterated by the explosion.

However, one of the remaining five phantoms immediately stepped forward. Two Confucianism spiritual energies flowed around him, and his figure solidified, looking exactly like Qiu Yan. Meanwhile, the Force of Order formed a carriage frame beneath him!

Royal!

Then, he took a step forward, climbed onto the carriage, and the carriage rose from the ground, with many reins flying out and wrapping around the chaotic Fortune and Dao Arts light. The Order flowed, and he was able to control it, mobilizing his Dharma Form Avatar to charge forward.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The next moment, bursts of firelight erupted in the sky, the marks left by the collision between the light and the clone.

But then, even more Dharma Form figures burst through the flames, heading straight for Qiu Yan's location. Ice, fire, and lightning roared towards them. At the critical moment, another illusory figure emerged from behind Qiu Yan, transforming into his own likeness. As soon as it took shape, it sat cross-legged, a zither appearing on its lap, its hands moving in unison...

Happy!

Crash! Crash! Crash!

The rapid zither music radiated outwards, causing the already chaotic Fortune and Dao Arts light to scatter and collide, further constricting the space occupied by the various Dharma Form.

This collision, centered on Qiu Yan, radiated outwards, quickly affecting the entire space. The collisions and shifts of light, seemingly random, were actually guided by a subtle consciousness, finally...

Another person materialized behind Qiu Yan, surrounded by floating stars and the sun and moon. He then raised his hand to calculate, and countless pieces of information flashed in his eyes, reflecting the chaotic scene around him. His consciousness was also linked with his Divine Spirit Body.

Number!

In those eyes, the chaotic and shifting light was not disorderly, but rather followed a pattern, colliding and shifting according to a calculated trajectory.

Finally...

"Now!"

Qiu Yan, who had been retreating rapidly, stopped in his tracks. Behind him, another phantom solidified, holding a huge calligraphy brush in its hand. With a flick of its arm, ink gushed from the tip of the brush, not forming characters, but instead rolling out into lines that expanded in mid-air.

Book!

The dark lines spread outwards from where Qiu Yan was, like an Eight Directions web. Each line was connected with a beam of light, intertwining, entwining, and intersecting, instantly creating a layered formation in the sky and the earth!

"Huh?" The countless Dharma Form clones were pushed back by the sound waves, and now that they saw the lines and formations, they felt a sense of foreboding!

"Finally found out? Too late!" Qiu Yan shook his head, swung his hands, and the mountains, rivers, Grasslands, and Northern Frontier connected to his hands rolled up and flew into the sky!

At the same time, the last illusory figure behind him solidified instantly. This figure held nothing in his hands, merely glanced upwards, formed a hand seal, and uttered a soft sentence. Then, a thought rose from his body, ethereal like incense smoke.

Festival!

The sky and earth changed color, and the surging People's Wishes fell, pouring into the rolling mountains, rivers, Grasslands, and Northern Frontier.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning ripped through the clouds and struck down, heading straight for Qiu Yan. It was like a pillar of light piercing through the heavens and earth, enveloping Qiu Yan. Rivers, mountains, Grasslands, and the Northern Frontier were completely merged into one under the melting of the lightning, and a scroll was unfurled. In the scroll, the Military School Geographic Order roared out and wrapped around Qiu Yan's body.

"This volume is now complete. Many unexpected events occurred along the way, but there were also some unexpected gains..."

Amidst the words, several screams rang out, and several luminous figures were pulled out from the Void. They were none other than the cultivators who had fought Qiu Yan, led by Ding Chunzi and Prison-Dragon Guest. These people had long been imprisoned by the whirlwind of qi pillars. If it weren't for the previous spacetime distortion, they would have been sealed in the book long ago. Although it had been delayed for a long time, they still couldn't escape in the end. Under Qiu Yan's grasp, they were sealed into the scroll along with a wisp of smoke.

Then, the Fortune and Dao Arts light that filled the sky were also drawn over and merged into it.

The chaotic situation came to an end. The cultivators who had been suppressed and had only a wisp of thought left began to solidify their forms again. They clearly noticed that the pressure around them had decreased, but they still found it difficult to sever the connection between their physical bodies and that wisp of thought.

As for the various Dharma Form, they no longer needed to maneuver or be struck by the light. However, the Great Chanyu who controlled the Dharma Form did not continue his attack but instead stopped.

"What a brilliant scheme! First, you used the confrontation between you and me to intimidate everyone present and weaken the thoughts of the cultivators there. Then, you used the Six Arts of the Gentleman to successively absorb, spread, manipulate, and arrange them, even using this to draw together the People's Wishes of those seeking immortality, thus creating this magnificent scroll!"

Several Dharma Form converged, transforming into the appearance of the Great Chanyu, whose face was gloomy and whose tone was very low.

As soon as he finished speaking, lightning rushed over and struck him directly. Hundreds more lightning bolts danced and struck each of his Dharma Form, annihilating them.

With each shattering of Dharma Form, the remaining trace of information would be drawn into the scroll. At this moment, Qiu Yan raised his hand and summoned the scroll, which then fell to the ground. He caught it, extended a finger, and used his blood to write the character "Yu" on the side of the scroll!

The Essentials of the Military Classics and the Geography Section were thus completed!

Call!

The moment the word fell, a gale howled, and violent pressure descended from the sky. The cultivators who had just recovered were instantly pressed down again, their momentum rapidly diminishing, and they even felt a sense of life-or-death crisis!

Hundred Schools Aura reunite!

"Not good!" A sense of foreboding washed over the cultivators. They finally abandoned their previous self-preservation and unleashed their power, ready to fight back! (To be continued...)

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