After the empress had left, Chen Zhengru sighed, followed by coming to the Hall of Tong You, and bowed towards Xu Qingnian before leaving.
And so it was.
That night.
A cry rang out.
It was Chen Xinghe’s cries.
From the moment he stepped into the palace, Chen Xinghe had been crying bitterly.
“Senior brother.”
“Senior brother just went out for a trip, but I never thought that it would be the end of the world.”
“My good senior brother.”
Chen Xinghe was crying heartbreakingly, and the few close friends beside him, were also in tears, but it was obviously much better than Chen Xinghe.
He was truly sad.
After all, he had gone out for a trip and his own senior brother suddenly died.
He simply couldn’t accept it ah.
Inside the Tong You Hall.
Chen Xinghe arrived in front of Xu Qingnian’s remains, and he sat on his butt next to it, crying his heart out.
Now he was already a Second Grade Martial Artist, and one step further, he was a First Grade.
He had thought that he would become a first-ranked martial artist and help his senior brother to stabilise the dynasty of Great Wei, so that in the future, the two brothers would be able to break the gold.
But he never thought that such a thing would happen.
His cries were full of sorrow.
Many people also came along with Chen Xinghe, all crying.
It was a full hour or so.
Chen Xinghe fainted from crying, sad indeed.
In the end, it was someone who sent Chen Xinghe away.
At this time.
It was already late at night.
In the sky, there was no starlight.
Outside the Hall of Eternal Harmony, the eunuchs and maids were burning paper money, not daring to be the least bit slow.
And at that moment.
A human figure.
It also slowly appeared inside the Hall of Eternal Harmony.
It was the figure of Zhou Ling.
He was carrying a pot of wine.
Arriving at the Hall of Tong Yu, he looked incomparably calm.
He was Xu Qingnian’s master.
The Empress had decreed that all of Xu Qingnian’s close friends could come and pay their respects at the Hall of Tong Yu.
Inside the Hall of Tong Yu.
Zhou Ling was carrying wine.
He slowly appeared.
Looking at Xu Qingnian’s remains.
Zhou Ling sat quietly in front of him.
Taking two cups out of his arms, Zhou Ling poured the wine to the brim.
One cup spilled onto the ground.
One cup was drunk by himself.
In this way, the wine pa*sed three rounds.
A figure slowly appeared behind him.
It was the figure of Wu Ming.
Both of them were Xu Qingnian’s masters, so when they met each other, they were not overly enthusiastic, instead they looked a bit silent to each other.
Only.
After a while, Wu Ming’s voice rang out.
“Before Shouren died, there were a few doubts.”
Wu Ming spoke.
Zhou Ling did not speak, sitting quietly and listening patiently.
“Where did Wang Chaoyang’s Palace of Literature come from?”
“Where did the three thousand great scholars come from?”
“A Xunzi can’t be that capable.”
“There is still a person hiding behind this.”
Wu Ming spoke, his voice calm as he
Elaborating on the matter.
Yes, this was Xu Qingnian’s last suspicion.
All the turmoil had all been stopped, but all this, it seemed too simple and too deliberate.
There was a man.
Hidden in the back, arranging all of this.
As Wu Ming’s voice fell.
Zhou Ling spoke up.
“Who is this person?”
Zhou Ling inquired.
“I don’t know.”
“Only that Shouren said that he would definitely appear.”
Hearing this, Zhou Ling could not help but get up and look at the other party and slowly said.
“Oh, has he appeared then?”
Zhou Ling opened his mouth and looked at Wu Ming.
The latter looked very calm as he looked at Zhou Ling and said.
“It should have appeared.”
At this moment, Wu Ming’s gaze, instantly, became incomparably firm.
He looked at Zhou Ling.
The implication beyond words was already clear.
“Did he guess that it was me?”
Zhou Ling spoke, without any fear or surprise.
Just a simple outburst.
“Shouren always thought that there was someone else hiding in the shadows,”
“He guessed you, but had no proof.”
“Your arrival says it all.”
Wu Ming gave his reply.
“He is my apprentice, why is my presence evidence?”
Wu Ming asked rhetorically.
“Do you know why Shouren chose to kill himself in Ping’an County?”
“He used his own life to test you.”
“If it was really not you, you would have appeared the moment he died.”
“But you didn’t.”
“You were worried that he had cheated death, so you waited, waiting for a proper opportunity.”
“Today, you have come to the Hall of Tong You to make sure that Shou Ren is really dead.”
“Am I right?”
Wu Ming opened his mouth and spoke the root.
The words had come to this point, and Zhou Ling did not have any more pretense.
“There is no mistake.”
“It is indeed me.”
Zhou Ling opened his mouth, looking incomparably calm, not the least bit surprised at being torn apart.
“Why?”
Wu Ming spoke out, asking Zhou Ling.
The latter was in no hurry.
Instead, he spoke slowly.
“To restore the Holy Might.”
This was Zhou Ling’s reply.
The latter was puzzled and frowned as he looked at Zhou Ling.
“A great saint, with his own power, saves the world and in the end, he has not even had a statue.”
“Since the appearance of the second generation of saints, the third generation, the fourth generation, and the fifth generation of saints, how many of the world’s readers respect the great saints?”
“The fundamentals of Confucianism come from my ancestors; there are saints in later generations, but the glory of my ancestors has been erased.”
“I ask you, as a descendant of a great sage, can you stand it?”
Zhou Ling spoke up as he voiced his thoughts.
When this was said, Wu Ming could not help but frown.
“If that were the case, with your status, you could have entered the Palace of Literature and promote the sage’s learning, there is no need to go this far.”
Wu Ming replied, thinking that Zhou Ling had radical ideas.
But when the words were spoken, Zhou Ling sneered.
“I took part in the imperial examinations at the age of sixteen, and just because I wrote about the great sage’s great achievements in my essay without mentioning the words of Zhu Sheng, so that I was branded as disrespectful to the saint’s will and failed even the mere boy’s examination.”
“Do you think I can still promote the sage’s teachings?”
“The Great Wei Palace of Literature, is completely rotten, and the scholars in this world are disgusting, so it would be better to start everything over again.”
Zhou Ling spoke.
He said what he thought.
He also said why he was calculating in this way.
Everything was because of the suppression.
Indeed, it was clear from Xu Qingnian that there was something wrong with the Great Wei literary world.
The Zhu Sheng was deified.
Anyone who does not respect the Vermilion Sage is a deviant.
How many losses had Xu Qingnian suffered?
Not to mention Zhou Ling?
“You are a descendant of a great sage, why don’t you just state that?”
Wu Ming continued to ask.
Just as the words came out, Zhou Ling laughed.
“Explain?”
“How can I explain? Who would believe it?”
“Even if they believe it, what can they do? Can you cover the sky with just your hands?”
“The Great Sage has become history, I see it and I see through it.”
“No one will care about the past.”
“That is why I have planned for such a long time, even going so far as to give the Heaven and Earth Palace of Literature, to Xu Qingnian, to eradicate the Great Wei Palace of Literature.”
“Xunzi or Xunzi, Lu Sheng or even Wang Chaoyang, in the end, they are all just pawns.”
Zhou Ling stood with his arms folded, and at this moment he looked incredibly confident.
There was no other reason.
Xunzi was his pawn, Lu Sheng was his pawn, and Wang Chaoyang was still his pawn.
Everything was because he had taken out the right thing at the right time, causing them to scramble.
He was not the one behind the curtain.
He was an invisible hand, and everyone, including Xu Qingnian, were his pawns.
“Now then, is this the situation you want?”
Wu Ming asked.
“No.”
“It’s not enough.”
Wu Ming shook his head.
This was not the situation he wanted to see.
“I let Shouren replace the Great Wei Palace of Literature and suppress the five generations of saints.”
“Now that he is the new saint, what I want to do right now is to shatter the myth created by Shouren.”
“When the demons are in turmoil, the people of the world will be terrified, and I will let the people of the world know that Shouren is not a god, nor is the fifth generation of saints.”
“In the name of the Great Sage, I will save the living beings, and this is what I want to see.”
Zhou Ling was somewhat reckless.
He spoke his mind.
It was also his true purpose.
The Great Wei Palace of Literature, which promoted the Zhu Sage, and anyone who was not in the Zhu Sage lineage was a foreigner.
He supported Xu Qingnian, so that Xu Qingnian could destroy the Great Wei Literature Palace.
But he also knew that if Xu Qingnian overthrew the Great Wei Literary Palace, then Xu Qingnian would become the next Zhu Sheng.
But this was not the outcome he wanted.
Therefore, he asked Xunzi to plant the Three Demon Seals inside him, so that Xu Qingnian would not escape death after all.
But the problem was that Xu Qingnian had scattered his own talent between heaven and earth, and within five hundred years, a new saint might really be born.
If a new saint is born, Xu Qingnian’s prestige will once again be elevated.
Therefore, he wanted to crush Xu Qingnian’s deification at this time.
He would create turmoil and make the world desperate, and then transform himself into a saviour to save the living beings and become a new saint.
This saint, of course, is not a true saint, but a symbolic one.
Knowing that he could not become a saint himself, his aim was singular.
To let the light of a great saint descend on this world once more.
“Do you think you can do it?”
At this moment.
Wu Ming opened his mouth as he gathered his Extreme Martial True Qi in his hands.
However, Zhou Ling shook his head.
“You cannot stop me.”
After saying these words, in an instant, the Heaven and Earth Palace of Literature flew out from his palm, before seven rays of light rushed out.
Boom.
With a loud sound, the calm Kyoto of Great Wei instantly exploded.
A demon god appeared in the sky above Great Wei’s Kyoto.
Each Demon God was ten thousand feet in size, and could raze the Great Wei Kyoto to the ground with the lift of a hand.
Roar.
Roar.
Roar.
As the demon gods roared, the sun and moon trembled and the stars shook.
A heaven-destroying aura swept through the entire dust realm from the capital of Great Wei.
The wind was howling.
The sun and moon were without light.
Terror descended.
Inside the Imperial Palace of Great Wei.
The court was full of civil servants, discussing some matters of court affairs.
These days, the empress had not even managed the dynastic affairs, so they had been dealing with them until this hour.
However, when this kind of terror appeared, the expressions of all the officials within the courtroom changed.
“What’s going on?”
“What’s happening?”
Some people exclaimed, turning their gazes beyond the great hall.
Soon, the figures of the seven demon gods caused them to reveal a look of horror.
It was indeed terrifying.
Ten thousand feet tall, standing between heaven and earth like immortals, a mere glance could make the world fear.
A line of figures rushed from all directions, a first cla*s from everywhere.
No one had expected that this would suddenly happen.
The appearance of the seven devil gods was truly shocking to the world.
Not to mention seven Demon Gods, even one Demon God was not something that the current First Grade could tackle.
Demon gods are super-grade existences.
Their strength surpa*sed the First Grade by far too much.
Inside the Tong Yu Hall.
Wu Ming’s face was a little gloomy, and the power of Extreme Martial Power was already released in his hands.
However, the Heaven and Earth Wen Palace appeared above Zhou Ling’s head, dropping down wisps of holy Qi that could block Wu Ming’s attack.
“Releasing the true spirit of the Demon God, are you sure of the end?”
Wu Ming opened his mouth, and he roared in anger, questioning Zhou Ling.
As a First Grade, and having suppressed immortal corpses, he knew that these were the true spirits of the Seven Great Demon Gods.
If the true spirits of the demon gods truly revived, the seven great demon gods would break all the seals and thus wreak havoc on the earth.
At that time, it would be useless for anyone to come.
Even if it was an immortal corpse, it might not be able to suppress it.
“It doesn’t matter anymore whether or not I’m sure of it.”
“If I fail, the world will be buried with me.”
“If I succeed, I will restore the glory of my ancestors.”
Zhou Ling spoke, a calmness in his eyes.
He did not care whether he succeeded or failed.
To him, whatever the outcome, it would fulfil his purpose.
If he succeeded, he would become a saviour.
If he failed, everything in the world would be buried with him.
These were the results he could see.
Roar.
The roar sounded again.
Terrifying demonic Qi surged towards the Great Wei Dynasty.
The body of the devil god, still changing, covered up the sun, moon and stars.
An unprecedented disaster was about to appear.
A great wind swept through the entire Great Wei Dynasty, and between heaven and earth, everyone sensed this terrifying power.
People were terrified.
And filled with awe.
Boom.
Finally, Wu Ming struck out, and he went towards Zhou Ling to kill him.
The power of Extreme Martial Power killed out, and Zhou Ling directly fell backwards away as the Heaven and Earth Cultural Palace sheltered him.
He then disappeared into the shadows.
He had fled too quickly.
“Gentlemen, follow me to suppress the Demon God.”
It was also at this moment that Daoist Dustless’s voice rang out.
He appeared above Kyoto at the first opportunity.
Sword Qi stretched a thousand feet across, slashing down towards the Demon God.
At that moment, all the First Grade did not hold back as they did their best to kill towards the Demon God.
A thousand feet of sword qi.
A beam of Buddha light.
Even the readers were chanting articles, transforming them into a terrifyingly vast and righteous qi.
This moment.
