The Capital of Great Wei.
Liyang Palace.
Rolling literary qi came from the east, stretching three thousand miles.
The vast, surging literary qi shook every heart.
Like holy light, it illuminated the heavens, radiating in all directions and engulfing everything.
Every commoner in the Capital of Great Wei fell silent.
People quietly watched it all unfold.
All the earlier phenomena had suddenly disappeared, and now everyone finally understood why.
All those phenomena had gathered together, forming this unparalleled spectacle.
Literary qi came from the east for three thousand miles.
How terrifying was that?
The Ten Kingdoms’ Great Talents fell silent. Their mouths opened again and again as they tried to say something, but faced with such a phenomenon, they could no longer utter a single word.
The Ten Kingdoms' Talented Scholars felt utterly powerless.
Earlier, when Xu Qingxiao composed his poems, they could claim the topics had been leaked.
When Xu Qingxiao composed his poems this time, they could pick them apart.
But now, with seven poems destined to endure through the ages, what reason did they have left to refute Xu Qingxiao, or to refute Great Wei?
Even if someone truly stood behind him, so what? That still proved the strength of Great Wei's Confucian Dao.
Seven poems subdued the Ten Kingdoms; literary qi came from the east for three thousand miles.
The sharpness in the eyes of the Ten Kingdoms' Talented Scholars vanished completely. Xu Qingxiao had beaten the arrogance out of their hearts as well.
Powerlessness rose within them. Xu Qingxiao was like a divine mountain, towering in their hearts, towering in the hearts of every scholar.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
At that moment, a divine mountain appeared in everyone's heart-a divine mountain of the literary world. Xu Qingxiao stood atop it, his back like that of a