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Above the sky, all was deathly silent.
The ashes that Guan Sihai shattered into pieces still drifted in the void.
The lingering golden hues, like a final sigh, quickly faded and vanished in the fierce wind, ultimately returning to nothingness.
The deep blue figure, standing with his hands behind his back, remained quietly in place.
His deep blue Daoist robe remained perfectly still, his black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and his face was as calm as an ancient well.
It was as if what vanished into thin air just now was not the acting leader of the Hegemon Sect, nor one of the four great giants of the Central Plains righteous path.
It's just a tiny speck of dust.
Those vast, azure-gold eyes didn't even glance at the drifting ashes.
He stood there quietly, his gaze calmly sweeping across the sky, at the figures frozen like sculptures.
The gazes of the True Person Sansi, the Lady Jiuli, and the True Person Zַhuanlun narrowed to pinpoints.
They were present when Qi Yun used the [Immediate Execution by Beheading] to kill the Netherworld True Person.
But that time, only True Person in the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage died.
While shocking, it was still within the realm of comprehension.
And this time----
He is Great True Person.
They are at the same level as them, having reached the same level of understanding, and only one step away from being able to knock on the threshold of the True Lord Great True Person!
Although both True Person and Great True Person are at the Foundation Establishment, they are worlds apart.
Foundation Establishment True Person is simply someone who has established their Dao Foundation within the Foundation Establishment Heaven, like stars in the night sky—one more or one less makes no difference.
The Great True Person has already gathered the two essences; he only lacks a suitable Dao Fruit to obtain the Golden Nature and ascend to the True Lord.
From then on, it hangs high above the Long River of Time, overlooking the changing of eras.
What an incredibly long distance that is!
That's a thousand times greater than the distance between a mortal and Foundation Establishment!
Yet this very figure was a giant, a Great True Person who commanded the attention of the entire righteous path of the Central Plains.
Under Qi Yun, they didn't even finish a single move.
Within the phoenix eyes of the Lady Jiuli, the flames flickered violently.
The nine crimson-gold phoenixes behind her were now all prostrate in the void, their heads bowed, their feathers tucked in, not daring to utter even a long cry.
The gray mist around True Person Zַhuanlun churned violently, and his eerie green eyes flashed wildly.
He wanted to say something, to curse something, but only grunting sounds came out of his throat.
The ten-thousand-foot-tall dragon body of the Crown Prince of the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace coiled in the void, and within his dragon eyes, the two blazing blue suns pulsated violently.
He involuntarily took half a step back.
Although that half-step was extremely small, it was enough to explain everything.
The Crown Prince of the North Sea Dragon Palace still had a cold and stern expression, but the dark blue aura surrounding him was now trembling slightly.
The arrogant smile on the face of the South Sea Dragon Palace prince had vanished without a trace.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to ease the tension, but found his voice stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
Qi Yun could kill Guan Sihai.
That would allow me to kill any one of them.
This thought, like the coldest venomous snake, burrowed into the depths of the minds of every Great True Person present.
If it were them, who could say they were confident of victory against the Guan Sihai?
That physical body that could withstand the destruction of heaven and earth, that fist power capable of tearing through the void.
No one dared to say it.
Yet even such a powerful being couldn't last a single breath under Qi Yun's attack.
Below the True Lord ----
Below the True Lord ----
A thought simultaneously arose in the minds of all the Great True Person:
Below the True Lord, the number one demon!
They never imagined that this word would be used on a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.
But at this moment, gazing at that deep blue figure standing with his hands behind his back, they felt it couldn't be more fitting.
Qi Yun slightly raised his eyes.
Those vast, azure-gold eyes calmly swept over every frozen figure in the sky.
The solemnity of the True Person Sansi, the fear of the Lady Jiuli, the coldness of the True Person Zַhuanlun, and the apprehension of the three Dragon Palace Princes—all were clearly visible.
He raised his head slightly, his gaze carrying a hint of looking down.
This was the effect he wanted.
Killing is always more direct and effective than any other method.
Next -
He was about to speak, intending to use this momentum to solidify his advantage and force the righteous path to make further concessions.
However, at that very moment...
"Well----"
A very soft sigh echoed from the depths of the Hao Ran Holy Land camp.
The sigh was not loud, but it carried a sense of relief and heaviness after experiencing countless vicissitudes of time.
Like an old man in his twilight years, he finally made a decision he didn't want to make, but had to.
Huangfu Qianqiu slowly raised his hand.
He flipped his palm over.
An ancient scroll emerged from his palm.
The ancient scroll was only about a foot long, pale yellow in color, with some wear on the edges, as if it had been through countless years.
On the page, one can faintly see densely packed characters, each character extremely small, yet radiating a warm and eternal light.
Huangfu Qianqiu gazed at the ancient scroll in his palm, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
In that expression, there was reverence, reluctance, determination, and also a trace of indescribable pity.
Then, he raised his hand and waved it.
The ancient scroll rose into the air!
"Splash!!!"
The ancient scroll suddenly unfurled in mid-air!
The sound of the unfolding was not the sound of ordinary paper turning over, but like a thousand horses galloping, like an ancient river surging, like countless sages chanting scriptures at the same time!
One volume, two volumes, three volumes----
The ancient scroll seemed to have no end, stretching and unfolding continuously in mid-air!
Ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang!
Ultimately, it transformed into a magnificent, boundless scroll that stretched across the sky!
On the long scroll, countless words shone with brilliance!
Every word contains a great principle, a truth, and a Vast Righteous Qi that has endured through the ages.
"The way of the Great Learning lies in manifesting one's bright virtue—"
"What Heaven ordains is called human nature; to follow this nature is called the Way."
"Those who act justly will find many supporters, while those who act unjustly will find few."
"Wealth and honor cannot corrupt me, poverty and hardship cannot sway me, and power and force cannot subdue me."
Countless sages' writings and countless Confucian insights have been transformed into the sound of recitation, echoing between heaven and earth.
The sound was so grand and majestic that it seemed to cleanse the world of all evil and filth.
And it was amidst this sound of reading aloud—
On that long scroll, amidst the countless radiant words, one figure after another slowly emerged.
The first to emerge was an elderly man dressed in a simple Confucian robe. He had a thin face, three long wisps of beard, and held a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand. His eyes were gentle yet profound, as if he could see through all the illusions of the world.
Next, the second person to step forward was a middle-aged scholar with a long sword at his waist and an air of righteous indignation between his brows.
The third figure is an elderly woman, holding a ruler, exuding a solemn aura of educating the people.
Fourth, fifth, sixth ----
One after another, and another...
Those figures emerged continuously from the light of those words!
Some of them were young, some were old; some were burly, some were thin; some held books, some wore swords; some had their heads bowed, some looked up at the sky.
But they all exuded the same aura.
It was the aura of a Great True Person sage, solemn, and timeless being!
"All Saints and Sages of Old?!"
True Person Zַhuanlun was the first to react. His eerie green eyes widened suddenly, and the gray mist around him churned violently, almost exploding!
"Pah! These shameless bastards—they're using this trick again!!"
His voice was sharp and hoarse, filled with undisguised resentment and frustration.
All Saints and Sages of Old!
Confucian Dao and Daoism can be considered a method of "cheating"!
This method is extremely profound. True Lord of Confucian Dao can use this method to preserve a wisp of their essence and spirit in the form of writing.
These articles, read and recited by all people, resonate with the will of the people, and are offered incense and prayers, will be remembered for generations and take shape.
Most importantly...
These "All Saints and Sages of Old" who emerged from the article, though transformed by the True Lord's methods, do not possess the Fruition Status and are therefore not worthy of the True Lord's position!
Therefore, the True Lord cannot intervene on the grounds of "overstepping the rules"!
Since the birth of Confucian Dao, how long has this method of "All Saints and Sages of Old" been passed down?
One generation, two generations, ten generations, a hundred generations----
Those articles, one, two, ten, a hundred...
The figures that emerged came in one, two, ten, a hundred...
True Person Zַhuanlun raised his head and looked up at the figures that were still emerging from the light in the sky. His pupils contracted to their maximum.
One, two, ten, twenty, fifty...
Eighty, ninety, one hundred...
full-
Hundreds of them!
Hundreds of figures exuding the aura of Great True Person!
They stood silently above the sky, before the vast scroll, amidst the resounding sound of reading aloud.
Some had their heads bowed and eyes lowered, as if they were still pondering their words;
Some looked up at the sky, as if gazing upon the world after eternity:
Some gazed quietly downwards, their eyes gentle and profound, as if looking at a group of disobedient juniors.
Hundreds of figures, hundreds of postures, hundreds of gazes—all fell upon the deep blue figure standing with his hands behind his back.
The fierce winds in the sky suddenly stopped.
The sound of reading aloud still echoes.
However, the voice now carried a hint of judgment.
Qi Yun slightly raised his eyes.
Those vast, azure-gold eyes calmly swept over the hundreds of figures and the auras of those hundreds of Great True Person.
"The true will of the True Lord, through the hearts of the people, has been continuously strengthened and sublimated, even surpassing the erosion of the Heaven and Earth's Long River of Time."
"I, Qi, am truly unworthy to receive such sacred objects."
Upon hearing Qi Yun's words, the Confucian King Huangfu Qianqiu felt a sudden tightness in his heart, and a faint sense of foreboding arose within him.
The next second!
Qi Yun stretched out his hand, and a vast Dao intent soared into the sky.
"Come on!"