The Haoran Kingdom.
As the Literary Palace rose into the air.
In an instant.
It burst forth with billions upon billions of rays of light.
Suppressing the Heaven-and-Earth Demons.
This was the only thing Sage Zhu could still do.
"Shouren."
"Remember, I can only suppress them for three years."
"Find his true hiding place and slay him."
"Or unify the Central Continent, condense the Central Continent Dragon Cauldron, and become a Sage. Then every scheme and conspiracy will be useless against you."
These were Sage Zhu's final words.
Once that voice reached their ears.
Everything fell silent.
Saintly Might vanished.
The wondrous manifestations vanished.
Peace took their place.
Yet Sage Zhu silently delivered the Dragon-Blood Yang Jade into Xu Qingxiao's hands. No one noticed, and Xu Qingxiao immediately put it away.
At that moment.
The Literary Palace disappeared, its destination unknown.
Sage Zhu's Lineage had also fallen completely. On this day, Sage Zhu had purged all of its core scholars, a full eighty percent of their ranks.
This event would forever be recorded in the annals of history.
At this very moment.
Everyone stood where they were, their gazes rather strange.
They were both astonished and possessed by an indescribable sense of unease.
Originally, this should have been the day the Haoran Kingdom was founded. Who could have expected that before the kingdom was properly established, its Literary Palace would disappear first?
The scene was extraordinarily dramatic.
It left every guest silent.
Moreover, this time, it had not been Xu Qingxiao, but Sage Zhu.
Sage Zhu had been utterly ruthless.
He had slaughtered eighty percent of his lineage's disciples. The remaining twenty percent were genuine scholars who studied diligently and never involved themselves in disputes.
That was precisely why they had survived.
Gazing at the spot where Sage Zhu had