Royal Capital.
Tao Palace
After leaving the dining hall, Jiang Ning returned straight to the Book Collection Building, quickly entering a state of engrossed reading.
Although in the short term, there is little use in increasing the experience value of the skill of reading and writing, words are the essence of a civilization.
It is a crucial path for him to understand this world, understand the martial arts civilization, the eight hundred years of history of Great Xia, the era of ancient tis, and everything in the world.
It is also a path to increasing wisdom.
Having strength without intelligence is similarly difficult to achieve great success.
Ti passed by.
Soon, it was afternoon.
Suddenly.
Boom——
A thunderous roar ca from the sky.
Jiang Ning was suddenly brought back to reality, as the Book Collection Building shook.
"Fu Yuan... how dare you!!" From above, amidst the firmant, suddenly ca the scolding voice of a woman.
"Friend, why be so persistent about humanity? You and I are both True Gods, we heavenly gods are born to rule all things in the world." Following this ca a voice devoid of emotional fluctuation, indistinguishable between male and female, carrying a sense of stiffness.
Hearing this voice that echoed across the heavens and the earth,
"It’s that one... Fu Yuan Saint!!" Jiang Ning was secretly startled, recalling the scene when he entered the city a few days ago.
Back then, he witnessed the extraordinariness of Fu Yuan Saint.
A body shaped from clay, without flesh, yet invisibly bringing about imnse pressure.
With warriors paving the way, golden youths and maidens arrayed on either side, freely entering and exiting the royal capital.
This undoubtedly testified to the terrifying nature of Fu Yuan Saint.
In a certain sense, this was the Imperial Family and court bowing to Fu Yuan Saint, hence granting such privileges.
Boom——
The next mont.
Another deafening roar echoed throughout heaven and earth.
Even though Jiang Ning was within the Book Collection Building of the Tao Palace, he too felt a tremor underfoot, as if a subterranean dragon was flipping itself over.
"Sothing major has occurred!!"
A thought flashed through his mind at once.
From the tremor coming from beneath, he understood that this must have been a mountain-toppling, earth-shattering strike falling upon the land.
A thought moved through his heart.
His gaze swept left and right.
No one was around; the tall bookshelves obscured everyone’s presence.
Seeing this, he hesitated no more.
He rged the index and middle fingers of his right hand and brushed them across his brow.
In an instant.
A white vertical mark appeared on his brow.
From the vertical mark, dazzling radiance continuously dispersed, like smoke and clouds dissipating.
In the Book Collection Building of Tao Palace, with his vision heavily obscured, he understood that to see what was transpiring, he must resort to using the Heavenly Eye.
Now with no one around, it was precisely the mont to use the Heavenly Eye.
The next mont.
He scanned his gaze in all directions.
His expression suddenly froze.
He saw, above the city sectors of Vermilion Bird Street and Green Dragon Street,
Fu Yuan Saint was suspended high above, the clay body had inflated to a height of a hundred feet, radiating a cyan-gray glaze-like luster throughout.
The facial features stiff as a temple deity, yet a benevolent smile curled eerily at the corners of the mouth.
In every crease of its robe, countless runes crawled, those runes writhed across the surface of the clay body like living creatures, occasionally falling off and turning into gold powder scattering towards the human world.
Most frightening was the thousands of scarlet threads extending from its being.
These threads, thin as strands of hair, alternated between illusion and solidity, cascading like waterfalls from the back of the clay body, penetrating through the clouds to pierce precisely into the crowns of the people below.
The n and won, young and old, connected by the threads all had their eyes rolling back, necks bending at eerie angles backwards, their limbs and joints bending as they ran and collided, even causing the stone-paved streets to crack in a web-like pattern. A single child overturned a cart fully laden with goods single-handedly, an old woman bit through a patrolling soldier’s steel knife with her teeth.
"Divine Puppet..."
Jiang Ning suddenly recalled the ancient texts.
At this mont, the entire urban sector between Vermilion Bird Street and Green Dragon Street had beco hell on earth, buildings collapsing, the ground caving in.
The thunderous strike that resounded throughout the heavens was precisely pounding down on this urban sector.
Yet the mountain-toppling, earth-shattering strike had precisely avoided each living being, instead controlling at least tens of thousands of citizens with threads.
Turning those citizens of the royal capital into its manipulated Divine Puppets, with trendous strength, fearing neither pain nor death.
At this ti.
A streak of heavenly light traversed heaven and earth, as if dividing it in two.
Thud——
The heavenly light impacted upon the clay body of Fu Yuan Saint.
It stood unmoved, as if the gentle breeze brushing its face, calm and unshaken.
Then
Fu Yuan Saint let out laughter akin to tal clashing: "The State Preceptor’s strike is indeed ruthless and unfeeling, killing thousands of citizens in the royal capital!"
Hearing this, Jiang Ning glanced around.
It was only then he noticed within the ruins of that urban sector, among the Divine Puppets connected by threads, that at a glance there were over a thousand fewer invisible threads than before.
Then his gaze swept once more.
He saw that in the corpses of the Divine Puppets fallen in the ruins, most had their chests penetrated.
The location of the injuries matched precisely with the place where Fu Yuan Saint had been struck by the heavenly light just monts ago.
"This is... Causal Transference!!"
Jiang Ning was secretly shocked within his heart.
Once more staring at Fu Yuan Saint above the royal capital in the sky.
The next mont, Fu Yuan Saint suddenly looked towards the Tao Palace direction, towards the Book Collection Building where Jiang Ning was situated.
The hollow eye sockets suddenly brightened with two clusters of ghostly flas.
"Turns out it’s the Divine Venerable!" The voice instantly penetrated layers of void, pierced through the array enshrouding Tao Palace, covering the Book Collection Building and reached Jiang Ning’s ears.
"Divine Venerable, if that Martial Saint takes action later, could you assist your subordinate?" Fu Yuan Saint’s voice rang out once more.
Upon hearing these two sentences, Jiang Ning’s heart was imdiately thrown into tumultuous waves.
He couldn’t help but recall the Black Lotus Saint Mother he had seen earlier years, who was also filled with fear towards him, almost seeing him as so extraordinary being.
And now, from Fu Yuan Saint’s mouth, made him feel once again a sense of déjà vu.
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