novelraw Chapter 984 978: Wen Palace Defeated
Chapter 984 978: Wen Palace Defeated
Book spirits!
Capable of unleashing the full function of a great literary work.
Like spreading teachings across the world, enlightening all beings, and wielding the power of the sages in battle.
In the blink of an eye, behind the Wen Moke, there were already hundreds of book spirits standing, each representing a literary master from various eras, their literary prowess reaching the heavens, their artistic concept unparalleled.
"Summoning a hundred book spirits, truly deserving the title of Wen Palace Director!"
"Indeed! Summoning one book spirit makes one a master of literary Dao; summoning ten makes one a consummate practitioner, but a hundred book spirits... unheard of!"
Countless onlookers were astonished.
Especially some scholars, who were filled with shock and admiration.
"It's a pity his aptitude for cultivation is too weak!"
In the hidden void, three figures stood, surrounded by the brilliance of literary aura, all strong practitioners of literary Dao.
They were respectively the Prime Minister of the Great Xia dynasty, Guan Feilong, the Prime Minister of the Great Shang dynasty, Yin Yi, and the chief minister of the Great Zhou dynasty, Guan Zhong!
The speaker was Guan Feilong, who said with regret.
"Yes! Otherwise, he would have been an invincible figure!"
Yin Yi sighed, filled with pity.
An invincible figure!
Is one who can achieve invincibility in their realm.
Even the progenitor ranked as the first across all worlds cannot bear this title, as he cannot achieve invincibility in his realm, at least not defeating Emperor Heaven.
"Everyone has their fate; without an exceptionally strong literary Dao aptitude, he wouldn't have broken through to the Immortal Emperor realm!"
Guan Zhong concluded.
The three were all strong practitioners of literary Dao, reaching the pinnacle of the Immortal Emperor realm, but their foundation of Dao was only ten book spirits.
Even so, they rarely met anyone who could rival their cultivation in the same realm.
The breakthrough method of literary Dao differs from martial Dao.
All scholars, when advancing to the Daluo Golden Immortal, must comprehend a great work, at least summon a single book spirit.
If they cannot summon even one book spirit, they should abandon literary Dao!
Imagine how terrifying someone who can summon a hundred book spirits must be.
"Such a pity, young book!"
The rough-clothed youth also sighed.
The ancient book flashed twice with golden light, as if in agreement.
"A hundred book spirits!"
Dong Zhongshu's eyes narrowed, secretly marveling, truly worthy of being the Wen Palace Director, with such profound literary Dao attainment.
However.
He was not weak either.
"I summon the Confucian sages!"
Dong Zhongshu shouted, the 'Confucian book' above his head shining brilliantly, opening the river of fate, from which ancient figures emerged, their righteous aura dazzling and brilliant.
Literary aura spread, spanning the nine heavens, traversing heaven and earth.
As if all talent under the heavens emerged from here.
"Is the Confucian Dao so flourishing?"
On the Literary Aura Continent, Gui Guzi's eyes narrowed, showing a hint of envy.
If only the School of Diplomacy had so many successors, that would be great!
Above the sky, Confucius, the founder of Confucianism, appeared, with a burly body and brilliant eyes, strands of black hair hanging from his temples, dancing in the wind.
He stood at the source of the river of time, the beginning of all, the progenitor of Confucian Dao.
Behind him followed Mencius, Xunzi, Zengzi, Yanzi, Cheng Yi, Zhu Xi, Lu Shouren...
The vast Confucian aura exploded from their bodies.
Books of Confucianism appeared, pages swiftly flipping.
Chapter after chapter of golden essays flowed through heaven and earth, like river streams of time.
Every word, written with Confucian aura, shone brilliantly, like countless suns rising, full of righteousness, illuminating all worlds.
"This... this is..."
"A new literary Dao!"
A chorus of strong practitioners exclaimed, whether onlookers, disciples of the Literary Realm, or even Wen Moke as an opponent, their eyes wide with incredulity.
Literary Dao is divided into many schools.
But what is now widely circulated still stems from the literary Dao refinement system created by the literary progenitor.
The core of this school is 'dragon-slaying art'!
"Suppress!"
Dong Zhongshu said loudly.
"The Master said: Is it not pleasurable to learn and practice regularly?"
"Without accumulating small steps, one cannot reach a thousand miles; without accumulating small streams, one cannot form rivers!"
"Without climbing high mountains, one does not know the heights of heaven; without approaching deep streams, one does not know the depths of earth!"
"A sage values not a foot of jade, but cherishes an inch of time, difficult to obtain yet easy to lose!"
"If afflicted by heaven, it may be resisted; if self-inflicted, survival is impossible!"
"The heart of compassion is benevolence; the heart of disgust at evil is righteousness; the heart of courtesy is propriety; the heart of discrimination is wisdom!"
...
Countless Confucian sages began spreading their thoughts, timeless true sage words echo throughout the world, inspiring countless beings' reflection.
Countless elegant phrases flowed into rivers.
The mighty aura was unparalleled.
The brilliance of literary aura shone at its peak.
"New Dao?"
The thought appeared in Wen Moke's mind.
In Dong Zhongshu's artistic concept, he saw thriving vitality, realizing that prior to this, he had never encountered such Confucian aura, confirming this as an unprecedented Dao.
"Let me see how powerful the new Dao is!"
Wen Moke murmured, as the book spirits launched their attacks, resounding booms echoed through heaven and earth, embodying the essence of the literary progenitor's school of thought.
This was a battle of ideologies from two different schools.
In the starry sky, golden lotuses appeared, billions of auspicious signs moving about.
There was no fierce killing intent, nor suffocating evil Qi, only infinite brilliance, yet all present felt their scalp tingle, their hearts racing.
"The lineage left by the literary progenitor is not weak!"
On the Literary Aura Continent, Wang Xizhi said solemnly.
"Normally, as it stems from the figures of the Human Sovereign era, holding the literary meridians of all worlds, surely giving rise to many strong practitioners!"
Gui Guzi said calmly, not overly surprised.
Wang Xizhi, Li Bai, and others nodded and continued watching the ideological debate.
"Dragon Aura, emerge!"
Wen Moke roared.
The countless tomes above his head rapidly spun, all literary talent merged together, forming a giant literary aura dragon, poised in the starry sky, with extraordinary momentum.
"Dragon-slaying art?"
Dong Zhongshu narrowed his eyes.
Although Wen Moke's literary aura dragon lacked sinister literary power, he instantly recognized it.
"Spring and Autumn Great Unification!"
Dong Zhongshu's face darkened as he spoke loudly.
In the river of time above many sages' heads, a golden phantom appeared, clad in royal robes, wielding the Sword of the Emperor, holding supreme authority.
Then, an unparalleled Confucian aura erupted, penetrating heaven and earth, supporting the nation and defending against invaders.
Confucianism is the protector of monarchs!
Loyalty to the king and love for the country!
This is one of the essences of Confucianism.
Any being daring to usurp the monarch is to be eliminated.
"With the power of heaven, strike!"
Dong Zhongshu continued, as the power of monarchs surged down, merging with literary aura, forming a Heavenly Sword, with the blade white and the hilt gold.
The golden hilt signifies the sword-wielder is a monarch.
The white blade indicates the scholar's role is to assist the monarch.
This sword!
Is the Sword of the Emperor, the literary aura sword, the sword for the nation, the sword for all people!
The conveyed artistic concept encompasses not just literary Dao power but also the scholar's aspiration, pursuit, and ambition!
Bang!
The Heavenly Sword descended.
Its unrivaled sharpness swept the cosmos, carrying incomparable power, shaking the galaxy.