"Book Ancestor, you dare to destroy the Qin Dynasty's fortune, humanity will battle the Literary Realm until death!"
The Purple Imperial Emperor stood upon the sky, his aura overwhelming. After attacking twice consecutively, he couldn't even harm the Dragon Slaying Technique. With a sullen face, he roared.
He understood that if the fortune of the Qin Heavenly Court was destroyed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Perhaps the 'Ziwei Emperor Star' of humanity would be dood to fall.
"Haha, you better find first, then speak!"
Faced with the Purple Imperial Emperor's threats, the Book Ancestor's aged voice echoed from the silhouette towering a hundred feet tall, resounding through the sky with a hint of mockery.
From beginning to end, the Book Ancestor never showed himself.
This made the Purple Imperial Emperor both angry and helpless.
"To disrupt the world with literature, deserves death!"
Just as six evil chains were about to fall upon the golden dragon of fortune, a surge of majestic righteousness spread, covering the vast sky.
Zhuge Liang, Guo Jia, Xiao He, Qu Yuan, Dong Zhongshu, and Wang Yangming stepped forward, radiant with literary aura, restraining the six chains.
In truth, the essence of the Dragon Slaying Technique is to disrupt the world with literature!
In the myriad worlds, the Literary Realm is the sacred land for all scholars to cultivate, possessing the highest level of cultivation thods and the most profound literary divine skills, far surpassing other forces.
Therefore, in terms of literary prowess, the Literary Realm claims second, with no one daring to claim first.
This is also why the Literary Realm's Dragon Slaying Technique is always successful.
Because no one can break it.
But this phenonon is about to be shattered.
In the realm of literary comprehension, the ministers of the Qin Dynasty are equally strong, each deserving to be called a supre scholar.
"We blocked it!"
The Purple Imperial Emperor sighed in relief, releasing vast Immortal Emperor spirit, sweeping all directions, carefully searching for the true form of the Book Ancestor.
As long as the Book Ancestor is found and killed, the Dragon Slaying Technique can be broken.
"How is this possible?"
"You juniors, your comprehension of the Literary Dao is actually not inferior to mine?"
The Book Ancestor's visage changed dramatically, looking at Zhuge Liang and others as if witnessing ghosts, filled with disbelief.
In the Literary Realm, there is a secret technique that can roughly determine a person's bone age through appearance, skin, aura, and fate wheel. Regarding Zhuge Liang and others, he concluded they were incredibly young, not exceeding a millennium.
A millennium!
In the mundane world, it might be as if ages have passed, with dynasties changed.
But for those cultivating the Literary Dao, entering before a millennium is already comndable, worthy of special nurturing.
And Zhuge Liang and others?
They can easily restrain the Dragon Slaying Technique he deployed!
"Haha..."
"No matter how monstrous you are, you haven't fully grown, prepare to die!"
The Book Ancestor shouted fiercely, voice cold, shaking the sky. Listening closely, one could detect a hint of jealousy.
The hundred-foot visage's expression was indifferent, black literary aura emitted from his eyes, hands forming seals, releasing a piercing roar: "Cut Heaven Chapter, cut for !"
The remaining three chapters of the dragon-slaying anthology pierced the void, forming three heavenly blades, capable of cutting fortune, monarchs, everything.
Onlookers' faces slightly changed.
They felt their individual fortune was already in danger, seemingly ready to be severed at any mont, misfortune clinging.
"This blade cuts the fortune of Qin's common people!"
The Book Ancestor's visage twisted, the blood-colored heavenly blade slashed towards the void, countless citizens living in the Imperial Capital had their fortune cut, plunged into confusion.
"This blade cuts the fortune of Qin's military!"
Imdiately, the Book Ancestor's visage roared again, the blade akin to heaven's punishnt, striking the millions of troops in the capital.
"Watch out!"
Many seasoned soldiers felt a pang of unease, quickly fortifying their formations, letting their aura soar, evil qi filled the wild, resisting the power of the Dragon Slaying Technique.
Boom!
Earth and sky exploded, massive fragntation.
After a mont of resistance, the blood blade gained the upper hand, shattering much of the soldiers' personal fortune.
Only the first and second elite corps persisted bitterly, cold sweat dripping, wetting their hair, falling to the ground, forming small puddles.
With two blades fallen, the Imperial Capital lost its forr vitality, citizens apathetic, military exhausted.
Furthermore, the fortune of Qin's Heavenly Court evaporated by thirty percent!
This scene made nurous powerful observers' eyelids twitch, their backs shoot cold.
This Dragon Slaying Technique was too ruthless!
Once unleashed, directly cutting fortune, enough to grievously injure a nation or destroy a faction.
This was far more terrifying than the fate master!
"It seems we underestimated the Literary Realm, the so-called 'Dragon Slaying Technique' is actually so formidable!"
Amidst the crowd, an envoy from the military realm murmured, expression solemn.
Prior to this, they heard of the Dragon Slaying Technique's fa but thought it a strange and wicked skill, usable only against minor forces, with conditions such as controlling ministers limiting its implentation.
Thus, the hegemon forces of myriad clans, though wary, were not afraid.
Now seeing the Book Ancestor hidden in the shadows, not even revealing himself, yet grievously injuring the capital of Qin's Heavenly Court, leaving the Purple Imperial Emperor helpless, they couldn't help but panic internally.
They were frightened too!
What if the high-ranking mbers of the Literary Realm ca to their forces, secretly using the Dragon Slaying Technique, then what?
"The third blade, cuts Qin's literary ministers!"
The Book Ancestor's visage continued.
The third blood blade, carrying imnse power, slashed towards Zhuge Liang and others.
Above the heavens, many court officials watched the blood blade, faces pale, showing a hint of fear and panic.
"Roar!"
As for the golden dragon of fortune in the sea of fortune, it relentlessly roared uneasily, as if facing mortal danger.
"Damn it!"
Zhuge Liang's refined visage was now full of killing intent, he didn't expect the Book Ancestor to be so heartless, attacking ordinary citizens.
If he couldn't break the Dragon Slaying Technique, the billions of Qin citizens in the Imperial Capital would forever lose their fortune.
Without fortune, nothing would go smoothly!
"State Preceptor, if you don't take action now, then when?"
Guo Jia's gaze sharpened, shouting loudly.
"Here it cos!"
From the distant sky, a mysterious sound echoed.
Instantly, boundless literary aura descended, containing the spirit of sages, the intent of saints, directly blasting open a hole in the dragon-slaying formation.
Following this, a state academy enveloped in literary aura appeared before the people's eyes, revealing Confucian, Daoist, Yin Yang aura, political strategy aura, dical aura...
Hundreds of forces emanated from the academy.
In the sea of literature, hundreds of figures gathered, talent entwined, incredibly splendid, like hundreds of suns traversing the sky, using literature as light, illuminating the world.
This is the State Academy.
One of the great treasures of Qin's Heavenly Court.
Paralleling the Nine Provinces Cauldron, the Twelve Bronze n, the Endless Great Wall.
Above the academy, Gui Guzi stood with hands behind his back, gaze profound, like containing a universe, countless stars moving, constructing a celestial chessboard.
As one of the founders of the Hundred Schools, he is currently the only minister in Qin with the qualification to control the State Academy, and can employ the power of the Hundred Schools to repel invaders.
"Confucius, lend the power of Confucianism!"
"Majestic righteousness, expel literary evil!"
Gui Guzi shouted.
In the Confucius Institute, Confucius's Phantom appeared, robust in stature, clad in literary robes, casually pointing with his right hand, releasing a surge of majestic righteousness, enveloping the entire Imperial Capital.
In an instant, the literary evil aura within the city vanished, countless citizens and soldiers whose fortunes were severed awakened as if freed from dreams, returning to normal.
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