novelraw Chapter 985 979: The Fall of Wen Moke
Chapter 985 979: The Fall of Wen Moke
Boom!
On the celestial canopy of the world.
Wen Moke's expression changed slightly. Before he could react, he was struck by a vast and majestic force, spitting blood as he fell into the starry sky.
Above his head, a hundred book spirits were all shattered.
The dragon formed from the immense literary energy was also decapitated, turning into countless points of light in the sky.
"Failed?"
Hundreds of miles away, Wen Moke lay in the starry sky, his beard stained red with blood, but he did not wipe it off, his eyes showing some confusion.
The orthodoxy created by the Literary Ancestor was actually defeated by the New Dao?
Was Dong Zhongshu too strong?
Or was there an inherent flaw in the Literary Ancestor's orthodoxy?
"Do you want to know why you lost?"
Dong Zhongshu retracted his momentum and calmly asked.
He had some regard for Wen Moke, at least during the practice of the Dragon Slaying Art, Wen Moke only borrowed the concept and did not practice the unorthodox literary force.
And during the debate between Wang Xizhi and the academy, he also upheld fairness.
"Why?"
Wen Moke suddenly looked up, a glimmer of light flashing in his bewildered eyes.
"Because you forgot your roots!"
Dong Zhongshu pondered for a moment, then solemnly said, "What is the duty of a literati? It is to inherit the sacred teachings, to educate the people, to use the knowledge learned to govern the world and create a peaceful era!"
"And what about you?"
"Practicing the Dragon Slaying Art, attempting to manipulate kings, your heart is not righteous, your path is not pure!"
"In my view, the so-called orthodoxy of the Literary Ancestor is nothing but the unorthodox path created by an ambitious person!"
Unorthodox path!
Hearing Dong Zhongshu's blunt assessment, the world fell silent, not a sound to be heard.
That is the orthodoxy established by the Literary Ancestor!
Presiding over the literary veins of all heavens!
For countless years, who dared to deny it? Who dared to speak a bad word?
"Dong Zhongshu's words may be harsh, but they are not without reason!"
Some martial artists, after pondering repeatedly, nodded in agreement.
Disobedience to superiors, manipulation of kings, is this something a literati should do?
"Bold!"
"As a literate cultivator, speaking out of turn, showing disrespect to the Literary Ancestor, their cultivation should be abolished and they should be executed!"
In the literary realm, countless elders shattered the void with furious roars.
Over the years, what the literary realm has done indeed lacks integrity, but knowing it secretly is enough, and Dong Zhongshu exposing it in front of everyone is equivalent to tearing the literary realm's last 'fig leaf,' how could they not be angry?
Moreover, although the literati of the literary realm are shameless, they pay special attention to their reputation.
Dong Zhongshu's words and actions have touched their reverse scales.
"Kill him, the Literary Ancestor will not allow anyone to desecrate him!"
An academy elder shouted, eyes filled with terrifying killing intent, the aura of the Immortal King erupting, tearing through the void, crushing towards Dong Zhongshu.
The other literary realm elders also unleashed their aura, their gaze cold, their killing intent unmatched.
"Stop!"
At the crucial moment, Wen Moke stood up and shouted, stopping the actions of many elders.
"Dean, he disrespected the Literary Ancestor, he must die!"
The academy elder on the front line, eyes red, reluctantly said.
Literary Ancestor!
That is the god in his heart, his lifelong faith, anyone who disrespects him, even if it costs his life, he must kill.
"I know!"
Wen Moke waved his hand, flew to face Dong Zhongshu, and said with a complex expression, "You are right, the literary realm has indeed strayed, this debate you have won, next, you can go to Literary Mountain to challenge the Literary Master!"
Afterwards, he turned his tone, coldly saying, "But you cannot leave!"
Dong Zhongshu raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why?"
Wen Moke's expression changed, his tone cold, "Because you have disgraced the Literary Ancestor, my achievements today are all due to studying the Literary Ancestor's orthodoxy!"
He is someone who can afford to lose.
But he inherited the Literary Ancestor's orthodoxy, as a disciple, how could he allow an outsider to insult his master without reacting?
"So you want to fight?"
Dong Zhongshu looked at Wen Moke, a hint of admiration in his eyes, and asked.
"That's right, a life and death battle!"
"Of course, I won't take advantage, I will seal my cultivation to the late stage of the Immortal King, after this battle, all grievances will be settled!"
Wen Moke nodded.
As his words fell, his aura began to weaken, dropping from the early stage of the Immortal Emperor to the late stage of the Immortal King, matching Dong Zhongshu's realm.
Then, he suddenly drew his sword.
"Alright, I respect your choice!"
Dong Zhongshu exhaled, wasted no words, suddenly drew his battle sword, his body disappeared into thin air, leaving only a sharp sword light appearing, shattering the void.
In the next moment, he appeared behind Wen Moke, stabbing fiercely.
The six arts of a gentleman include rites, music, archery, charioteering, writing, and mathematics!
Among them, archery refers to martial arts!
Don't be fooled by Dong Zhongshu being a literati, his combat power is by no means weak.
With this sword, he put forth all his strength!
As the sword struck, the galaxy began to burn, it was the righteous literary fire, burning away the world's evil, replacing it with a bright and clear world.
"Good swordsmanship!"
A gleam of surprise flashed in Wen Moke's eyes, as if he hadn't expected Dong Zhongshu's cultivation to be so strong, his inner literary energy surged, transforming into a literary dragon to shield him.
Bam!
The sword qi fell.
The literary dragon trembled violently, shattered by the sword qi, which did not lose its power and slashed towards Wen Moke's head.
"Master, are you right or wrong!"
Facing the incoming sword qi, Wen Moke squinted his eyes, did not dodge, even dispersed his inner immortal qi, letting the sword qi fall.
At the moment Dong Zhongshu pointed out the shortcomings of the Literary Ancestor's orthodoxy, his heart was already dead!
Half a life of cultivation, realizing he had comprehended the wrong Literary Dao.
For a pure literati, what a heavy blow is this?
"Not good!"
Witnessing this, Dong Zhongshu's face changed drastically, trying to withdraw the sword qi, but it was too late, directly beheading Wen Moke.
Blood spattered, dyeing the starry sky red.
A generation of literary giants fell at this moment.
"Dean!"
Many literary realm elders were shocked, filled with grief and indignation, but did not take action, because before the battle, Wen Moke had already said, after this battle, all grievances would be settled.
To act further would be disrespecting Wen Moke.
"What a pity!"
Countless onlookers sighed, but deeply admired Wen Moke's actions.
To clarify the Dao with one's death!
Ask the world, how many can do that?
"In the literary realm, only one remains clear-minded!"
Dong Zhongshu stood before Wen Moke's corpse, reflecting for a moment, and then lamented.
He knew, Wen Moke harbored a death wish, otherwise, with his cultivation, he could not have been defeated easily.
The gap between an Immortal King and an Immortal Emperor is still very large!
"He accepts your words!"
Gui Guzi stepped forward, saying.
"If I had known this outcome, I would not have said it!"
Dong Zhongshu felt a sense of remorse inside.
"Don't think too much, to Dean Wen, the importance of clarifying the Dao had already surpassed life and death!"
Gui Guzi patted Dong Zhongshu's shoulder, leading Li Bai, Wang Xizhi, and Wu Daozi to cross the celestial canopy and enter the literary realm.
They were going to challenge the Literary Master!
The martial artists observing in the starry sky, filled with curiosity, closely followed.
Next, it will be decided who will preside over the literary veins of all heavens.
"Farewell!"
After everyone left, Dong Zhongshu faced Wen Moke's remains, bowed three times in succession, then carefully handed over to the Wen Palace elders: "Properly bury Dean Wen!"
After completing all this, he sighed, stepped into the literary realm.
Soon, the starry sky returned to calm.
"Little book, I think he shouldn't have died!"
"What do you think should be done?"
Ripples spread in the starry sky, the figure of a young man in simple clothes appeared, speaking to an ancient book.
Boom!
The ancient book radiated brilliant light, bursting forth with the ultimate power, surpassing all worldly bounds, directly piercing through yin and yang, locating Wen Moke's soul from reincarnation.
The two realms of yin and yang, the three thousand great Daos, countless supreme strengths, could not obstruct this force.