At the sight of the Great Xia Nine Tripods, many scions of the great families sighed softly.
"Void Sage Fang truly is a divine man. Back then, he summoned the Historian Way Stone Gate, which symbolizes the power of the School of Historians. Today, he has actually summoned the Great Xia Nine Tripods, which symbolize the human race's national fortune."
"The Nine Tripods have vanished without a trace since the Han. That they can be summoned now carries extraordinary significance!"
"They say writing can bring peace to all under heaven, but only today did I understand what those words truly mean."
"But what use are these Great Xia Nine Tripods?"
More and more people gazed up at the nine tripods in bewilderment, unsure what they did.
Lei Tingzhen had worn an air of serene detachment from worldly affairs, but once the nine tripods appeared overhead, he abruptly rose, his right fist clenched, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, his brows knitted, and his eyes wolfish.
A flicker of resentment flashed through Zong Ganyu's eyes. As a Great Scholar, he should never have shown such an expression, but the books written by generations of Great Scholars of the Zong Family all listed the Great Xia Nine Tripods as a symbol of the Miscellaneous School Sacred Way.
Someone who was not a disciple of the Miscellaneous School could summon the nine tripods, yet the school's own Great Scholars could not-even Saint Zong could not. None of the Miscellaneous School scholars present could accept that.
"Fang Yun!" Zong Wuyuan gritted his teeth. He had never imagined that, with victory already assured, Fang Yun could summon a legendary power merely by writing an essay. Even though almost no one knew what the Great Xia Nine Tripods did, something of this stature absolutely could