Courage of the Human Race!

Everyone was blinded by the sudden golden light and could only squint.

A golden flood dragon and a silver serpent flew forth, dancing through Heaven-Serving Hall. The flood dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, then let out a roar that carried for ten miles.

The silver serpent continually flicked its tongue, hissing.

Fourth Calligraphy Realm: dragons and serpents raced beneath the brush.

A rich fragrance of ink filled Heaven-Serving Hall and continued to spread in every direction.

Then, a peculiar power emerged from the scroll. It was clearly surging and vast, incomparably fierce, as though it possessed the might to destroy heaven and earth, yet it contained an utterly opposite aura as well. Like a spring breeze brushing one's face, like a lamp in the night, it seemed to nourish everyone. The world brightened before their eyes, as if they had received divine enlightenment and the teachings of all the sages.

Fang Yun drew a deep breath and felt utterly refreshed. His understanding of calligraphy seemed to have improved by another sliver.

"This... this is Sacred Power! A Half-Sage's bestowed inscription..." Ji Zhibai muttered.

Liu Shan, the Left Prime Minister who had steadily sat like an angler on his platform, finally showed a subtle change in expression. Veins bulged across his forehead, then swiftly faded, though his right fist clenched involuntarily.

Liu Shan slowly turned his head and saw the dragon and serpent return to the painting, transforming into eight great characters.

Soul of Jing, Courage of the Human Race!

The eight characters were black and brilliant. Within their pitch-black strokes seemed to lie a starry sky in motion: stars shifting and constellations turning, a bright moon hanging overhead, as though they contained endless supreme truths.

On the paper beneath those eight characters, a dragon and a serpent