novelraw Chapter 989 983: Please, All Heavens' Literary Veins!
Chapter 989 983: Please, All Heavens' Literary Veins!
"Is it the limit?"
"Oh heavens! Is the literary master creating an immortal piece?"
"Since the fall of the Founder of Literature, the Literary Dao of the heavens dimmed. Is it finally rising now?"
At this moment, whether they were disciples of the Wen Palace or the observing martial artists, all were captivated as they gazed at the pillar of talent, utterly excited and in a frenzy.
Literary Dao!
It is a very important path among the myriad realms.
When the Literary Dao is strong, immortal classics are passed down, enriching the minds of martial artists, solidifying their resolve to prove their Dao, and aiding in their cultivation.
Why were the demon race of the Ancient Chaos Era and the human race of the Sky-Breaking Era so powerful?
Apart from having inherently advantageous cultivation environments, it was because they had the support of the Literary Dao, promoting the prosperity and continuation of civilization.
"Blessings to the literary master!"
"Blessings to the literary master!"
"Blessings to the literary master..."
Many followers of the Literary Realm cheered, their faces flushed red, shedding their previous despondency.
"Silence!"
The literary master stood on the mountain peak, his white robe fluttering, with talent swirling around him, like the teacher of all beings, shouldering the great beam of the Literary Dao.
He pressed both hands towards the void, and the earth instantly grew quiet. Then he looked at Gui Guzi, smirked contemptuously, and said, "Now it's your turn!"
A hundred-million-zhang column of talent!
No matter what, he was invincible.
Besides, the 'Literary Music Stone Pillar' is a treasure forged by the Founder of Literature. Can it judge his article as a loss?
Gui Guzi raised an eyebrow, filled with confidence in his own article, and placed "Sword Dao" on the Literary Music Stone Pillar.
Boom!
The Literary Music Stone Pillar trembled violently.
Immediately afterward, a Sword Qi appeared, entirely composed of talent, exuding a fierce energy, slashing through the nine heavens, making the sky shudder, and leaving countless paths traceless.
Endless coldness pervaded the world, causing the martial artists present to feel a chilling fear, as if a supreme Heavenly Sword was hovering above their heads.
"What a terrifying article!"
The master of the water tribe, Shui Wanheng, said in a concentrated voice. Even he, as an Immortal Emperor, felt the pressure of death.
Indeed!
It was death!
An article that made an Immortal Emperor feel death, although it sounded incredibly absurd, he indeed felt it.
"The Qin Dynasty has won!"
"From now on, the Qin Dynasty shall command the literary pulse of the heavens!"
Shui Wanheng murmured to himself, feeling a slight dread for the Qin Dynasty's immortal court, with which he had never interacted.
However, the phenomenon was not yet over.
One by one, golden characters pierced through the void, shining divinely, as if countless suns were rising.
In the mysterious between, an ancient divine sound resonated through the world.
"Speaking of the Sword Dao, there are only three swords in the world!"
"The Holy Sword, also known as the Sword of the Heavenly Dao, with the Dao as its back, virtue as its edge, Yin and Yang as its energy, and the Five Elements as its hilt, can sever the light of heaven above and sever the dimensions below!"
"The Wise Sword, also called the Emperor's Sword, with the people as its back, wise ministers as its edge, responding to the Heavenly Dao above, serving the earth's patterns below, and harmonizing public opinion in the middle!"
"The Common Sword, also known as the Human Sword, with fine steel as its edge, alloys as its back, the coldness as its energy, can sever heads above, chop feet below, and break entrails in the middle!"
"..."
This sound, transcendent and supreme, spread across the heavens and, at the same time, innumerable auspicious signs appeared, with rays of dawn, golden lotuses rising from the ground, and myriad auspicious events taking place.
The will of the heavens emerged, lingering above Gui Guzi's head, remaining there for a long time.
"The Dao sound of the heavens!"
On the ninth heaven, Di Tian, who was refining the 'Sacred Pill,' suddenly opened his eyes, his face filled with astonishment, hurriedly looking toward the Literary Realm.
"Who is it, causing the heavens to speak?"
In the Holy City, the old ancestor of the Sacred Race widened his eyes in disbelief as he gazed at the Literary Realm, where talent filled the sky and Sword Qi was like a rainbow, with a figure standing with his back to them.
"Gui Guzi!"
In the void, the human ancestor, who was battling the Supreme Emperor, looked excited, tore through the void, leaving behind a hearty laugh: "The human race must rise! The human race must rise!"
The Supreme Emperor stood in confusion, staring at the flowing talent in the Literary Realm, his face changing color.
"The Qin Dynasty..."
Finally, he let out a cold laugh and disappeared as well.
At this moment, all the beings in the myriad realms sat cross-legged, listening to the Dao sound.
Within the Literary Realm.
Including the literary master, everyone's minds were blank. A writer less than a thousand years old had actually summoned the will of the heavens, producing the sound of the heavens.
Isn't this the scene of the Dao Saint preaching?
This spectacle lasted for a whole hour. When the sound of the heavens disappeared, everyone awoke longing for more and paid respect to the void, performing the disciple's ritual.
Preaching to the world, a great merit indeed!
A hundred-mile cloud of virtue and merit appeared, divided into two portions, with eighty percent entering Gui Guzi and the remaining twenty percent falling into the article.
Boom!
A golden light burst forth.
The seemingly ordinary article, upon absorbing the power of merit, transformed into a primordial postnatal spiritual treasure of merit, immune to karma and unaffected by sin, able to suppress fortune.
Another half hour passed, and the phenomenon gradually faded.
Yet the 'Literary Music Stone Pillar' seemed broken, having never emitted a pillar of talent from start to finish.
"With this discourse, the Qin Dynasty emerges victorious. Does anyone have any objections?"
Gui Guzi raised the "Sword Dao" article high and asked loudly.
The world was silent, and the disciples of the Literary Realm were silent too, for although the literary master's article raised a hundred-million-zhang pillar of talent, compared with Gui Guzi's article, it fell too short.
The sound of the heavens, preaching to the world!
The will of the heavens, the grandeur of the Dao Saint!
Countless auspicious omens, a hundred-mile of merit!
This might be the highest homage to a writer in the myriad realms!
How can one compare?
One simply cannot!
"No!"
"I have objections!"
Suddenly, a voice of unwillingness broke the silence.
The literary master could be seen pointing at the 'Literary Music Stone Pillar', his face twisted as he shouted, "The rules of the competition determine victory by the amount of talent, and Gui Guzi's article did not invoke any talent, so I won this literary discourse!"
Countless martial artists looked at each other. Can this really be the case?
Isn't that too far-fetched?
"The 'Literary Music Stone Pillar' is a supreme treasure of the literary ancestors, capable of detecting the talent of any article. Why couldn't it detect Gui Guzi's?"
"There's only one answer, and that's because the article written by Gui Guzi is a twisted path!"
"It's not an orthodox Literary Dao!"
The literary master ignored the emotional changes around him. He only had one thought in his mind right now, which was to protect the Literary Realm and preserve the literary pulse of the heavens.
The world remained silent, with only the master's hysterical roars echoing across the sky.
"Look at what you've become now?"
After a moment, Gui Guzi calmly asked.
"What have I become?"
The literary master replied instinctively.
"A clown!"
Gui Guzi sneered, as boundless talent erupted. The "Sword Essay", already transformed into a primordial postnatal spiritual treasure of merit, pierced through the air, and his voice resounded loudly: "Summon the literary pulse of the heavens!"
"Summon the literary pulse of the heavens!"
Li Bai took a step forward, and the poem "Bring in the Wine" pierced through the air, occupying the firmament, radiating endless literary light.
"Summon the literary pulse of the heavens!"
Wu Daozi raised his head, his expression solemn, as he cast out the "Map of All Heavens and Worlds", transforming into a vast cosmos, pressing across the skies.
"Summon the literary pulse of the heavens!"
Finally, Wang Xizhi shouted, as "Rivers Lakes Seas" ink treasure pierced through the air, manifesting numerous phenomena.
Four treasures of the Literary Dao suspended in the starry universe, positioned at the four corners, began to spin quickly, generating talent, surging towards the depths of the heavens, summoning a great presence to descend.