The Great Wei Literary Palace.
An unparalleled phenomenon illuminated the heavens.
A phantom of a Sage also appeared within the Literary Palace. No one had imagined that Xu Qingxiao would suddenly comprehend the sage dao at this critical moment.
Was he about to become a Sage?
The Confucian Students looked stunned.
The Grand Confucians, however, all wore grim expressions, especially Confucian Cao and Confucian Fang. They were the last people who wanted Xu Qingxiao to become a Sage.
Earlier, they had wondered whether Xu Qingxiao might become a Sage outright after reading Sage Zhu's Twelve Volumes.
Yet they had never expected it to actually happen.
They did not believe Xu Qingxiao could become a Sage.
But they believed it was possible for him to become one with the aid of Sage Zhu's Twelve Volumes.
Those twelve volumes contained insights penned by a Sage himself, expounding the dao of heaven and earth and the dao of all things. They were profoundly deep and unfathomably mysterious.
If someone understood them, becoming a Sage in a single morning was not impossible.
But they did not want Xu Qingxiao to become a Sage.
Yet at that very moment.
An immensely majestic voice rang out.
"One who scorns the Sages."
"Must not become a Sage."
The voice resounded with immense majesty. It was deliberately interrupting Xu Qingxiao's enlightenment, seeking to prevent him from becoming a Sage.
It was Sage Hong's voice.
At this critical moment, he had intervened. He would never allow Xu Qingxiao to attain Buddhist Insight through Sage Zhu's Will.
He was afraid, too-terribly afraid that Xu Qingxiao would become a Sage.
If Xu Qingxiao became a Sage, it would deal the Great Wei Literary Palace a devastating blow, even more terrifying than a First Rank expert slaughtering everyone within it.
"Bullshit!"
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