One by one, the phantoms of the ancient sages of the various schools erged, enveloped by literary qi, giving rise to the avenues of literature, emitting dazzling light a thousand tis brighter than the sun, illuminating the entire universe.
Yet, these radiant literary wisps did not overshadow others, but shone on everything with a stance of dedication.
The boundless stars thus beca brilliant!
Thus, the myriad realms beca splendid!
Thus, the three thousand avenues beca eye-catching!
Everything in the world beca prosperous because of this!
Confucian Literary Dao!
Daoist Literary Dao!
Legalist Literary Dao!
Military Literary Dao!
Yin-Yang Literary Dao!
dical Literary Dao...
Hundreds of literary avenues spanned the sky, revealing imnse power, capable of enlightening the world or suppressing old adversaries.
Eighteen towering dragon-slaying pillars saw the retreat of malicious literary qi.
Eighteen dragon-slaying articles lost their brilliance.
"How could this be?"
The Book Ancestor's complexion changed repeatedly with shock.
He witnessed the ergence of illustrious power from the Imperial Academy, no weaker than the predecessors of the Literary Realm.
This shouldn't be!
The Literary Realm is the foremost literary force across the myriad realms, with at least half of the world's literati hailing from it.
Where did these literary sages summoned by Gui Guzi originate?
Could there be a concealed literary force in the myriad realms?
"Die!"
In a humble bookstore, the Literature Ancestor rose with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, coldly commanding: "The eighteen elders heed the order, imdiately manipulate the dragon-slaying formation, we must extinguish the fortune of the Qin Dynasty, and sever its literary lineage!"
By now, it was no longer simply about revenge!
He sensed a threat from the Qin Dynasty's celestial court.
These threats ca from the Qin Dynasty's literati, who, if allowed to flourish, would directly challenge the status of the Literary Realm.
The Literary Realm, with its grasp on the literary lineage of the myriad realms.
The primary reason lies in monopolization, the absence of competition, and its transcendent position.
If another formidable literary force erges, the status of the Literary Realm would plumt, losing its forr glory.
Naturally, the conflict between the Literary Realm and the Qin Dynasty's celestial court evolved into a battle of orthodoxy.
"As you command!"
Three Immortal Emperor elders, six Immortal King elders, and nine Daluo Golden Immortal elders bowed, their expressions heavy as they discerned the crisis, resolutely taking action.
They knew full well that stepping out of the bookstore would bring mortal peril.
Even if they vanquished the Qin Dynasty's celestial court, they would not survive to return.
Yet, they pressed on without hesitation.
For in their hearts, the interests of the Literary Realm outweighed everything, surpassing their own lives.
Of course, this was closely related to the brainwashing by the Literary Realm.
Rumble!
Eighteen beams of white literary light pierced the sky, falling upon the eighteen dragon-slaying pillars, literary principles erupted, rging into the dragon-slaying formation, greatly enhancing its power.
The malicious literary force that had been suppressed surged multiple tis, resembling a literary world, pressing toward the Imperial Academy.
Literary Dao's power, suppress!
Fortune's power, extinguish!
Qin Country's lineage, shatter!
Heaven and earth lost color, the boundless might sufficient to annihilate many worlds.
Now, compressed within the small Imperial Capital, large sections of the void shattered, obliterated to ash, had it not been for the formation within the city, it would have resulted in catastrophe.
Even so, countless beings shrank their pupils, their hearts and souls splitting, overwheld with terror.
"We were completely wrong!"
"Battles between seemingly weak literati are more terrifying than those of martial artists!"
One Immortal King expert murmured, eyes filled with a trace of dread.
Martial artist battles were always straightforward, based purely on the strength of cultivation.
But in literati battles, they could summon sages through articles, strategize entire nations, cut personal fortune—truly divine.
"So, this is where you are!"
On a nine-tiered platform, Purple Mist Great Emperor finally located the Book Ancestor's hiding place and struck with a palm.
The ground roared, the bookstore turned to ashes.
Yet, no sign of the Book Ancestor.
"Can you really escape?"
Purple Mist Great Emperor sneered, tracking through the traces lingering in the void.
"Eighteen Dragon-Slaying Chapters!"
"rge!"
The eighteen elders from the Literary Realm chanted in unison, simultaneously cutting their wrists, letting crimson blood flow onto the dragon-slaying pillars, dyeing golden texts with a bewitching hue.
Boom!
Eighteen beams of blood light soared, converging at a point, forming a bloody blade, slashing toward the fortune golden dragon of the Qin Dynasty's celestial court.
A single strike to slay a nation.
"Bring forth the power of the strategist!"
Facing the formidable dragon-slaying blade, Gui Guzi's expression remained serene, unchanged.
He had only borrowed the power of various schools, yet had not employed the power of the strategists.
As the founder of the strategists, he could maximally mobilize the strategist's power within the Imperial Academy.
"Alliance and balance!"
Gui Guzi said softly.
A vast and endless strategist's power erupted from the Imperial Academy, forming a chessboard between heaven and earth, encompassing the world, and the universe.
Confucian sage image, Laozi phantom, Mohist phantom, and other sage phantoms entered the chessboard.
Boom!
Instantly, the chessboard transford into a world.
"Confucian Dao's power, purify!"
Gui Guzi exclaid again.
Standing on the chessboard, Confucian sage phantom smiled faintly and opened his mouth, ancient wise sayings returning to the sky.
"A gentleman understands justice, a petty person understands profit!"
"If one is upright, orders need not be given; if one is not upright, orders will not be followed!"
"A gentleman remains serene and calm, a petty person is constantly worried!"
An overwhelming righteous aura swept across the four directions, suppressing the malicious literary qi within the Imperial Capital.
With each wise saying, the expressions of the Literary Realm's strong ones grew darker; they naturally understood these sayings accused them of being petty.
"Rascal, must perish!"
Book Ancestor was enraged, his hair standing on end. In terms of verbal disputes, the Literary Realm was being thoroughly insulted for the first ti.
"Mohist power, expel!"
Gui Guzi's lips curled into a smile and spoke.
The black-robed Mohist waved his right hand, and countless puppet heavenly soldiers flew from the chessboard toward the dragon-slaying bloody blade.
Although these puppets weren't very powerful.
Their advantage lay in their numbers, almost endless, capable of massively weakening the dragon-slaying bloody blade's might.
"Power of all sages, unite!"
Abruptly, Gui Guzi's eyes turned cold, black hair danced fiercely, as he commanded solemnly: "Military Dao's power, chop!"
With those words.
The power of Yin-Yang literature, dical Dao power, Legalist literature, miscellaneous family power, agrarian family power, and the power of various schools converged, rging into the military family's literature.
"Chop!"
In the void, an invincible general roared in fury, boundless killing intent, slaying external foes.
Above the strategist chessboard, void shattered, and a literary blade erged, condensed with the power of all schools, seemingly the master of heaven and earth, executing all evil.
Sun Wu phantom stepped and walked out from the chessboard, as if coming to life, holding the literary blade, fiercely chopping down.
Boom!
Heaven and earth underwent imnse destruction.
All malicious literary force, dragon-slaying articles, and dragon-slaying blades all shattered, turned to dust.
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