With a single sentence, he had brought Dong Qiushui, a thousand miles away, directly onto the street.
Great Elder Lou said, somewhat dumbstruck:
"The Confucian Sect's Word-Follows-Law power can actually accomplish this?"
Since the fall of its last sage, Confucianism had seen no more sages in the hundreds of thousands of years that followed, right up to the present day.
From then on, it had gradually faded from the Cultivation World. Some disciples of the great academies entered society to educate the people, while others entered the imperial courts to assist mortal sovereigns.
Gradually, aside from Confucian disciples who themselves possessed the sect's inheritances, very few people truly understood the Confucian Sect's strength.
The Pearl Relic House Master slowly spoke:
"It is not that they cannot. It is that later generations of Confucian disciples became absorbed in court affairs and educating the people, while their scholarship was far too shallow. Even after a lifetime of reading, they could not store a few ounces of vast righteous qi in their bellies, let alone use their own vast righteous qi to form a Literary Heart."
"If they cannot even form their own Literary Hearts, how much power could their Word-Follows-Law possess?"
"Without the power of Word-Follows-Law, many Confucian disciples began practicing cultivation techniques of the Martial School and Daoism to protect themselves."
"As a result, they had even less time to read and pursue scholarship."
"As the days and months accumulated, the power of Word-Follows-Law gradually degenerated into a trick Confucianism used to flatter the imperial courts."
"When they encountered true experts of the Martial School, the School of Military Strategy, or the Daoist sects, all they could do was beg for mercy."
"Were it not for those few old scholars holding things together, Confucianism would probably have been struck from the