Qin E stood there, his face blank as he looked around, and then said with a puzzled expression, "That’s right, I definitely didn’t make a mistake this time, huh... Where’s the world?"
Zhu Ganglie pointed ahead and said, "You’ve seen it, there isn’t even a single hair, where would a world come from!"
Qin E smacked his lips, then pointed in a direction, "It is over there, let’s go and take a look..."
Zhu Ganglie followed behind without any hope...
Three days’ travel distance from the Qin realm, there lay a mountain piled up with books undulating amidst the Chaos, this was the world of the Book Saint, the Book Mountain Realm.
At this moment, within the Book Mountain Realm, a woman dressed in a hemp robe and scholarly attire sat upright in the academy, with Spiritual Energy converging around her and dark clouds covering the sky. It seemed as though the entire world revolved around her.
The numerous students from the Book Mountain Realm stood at the sidelines, their faces filled with shock as they watched her.
In front of the woman, a brush rose and fell, and majestic characters were written, spreading out in all directions.
"Is Qing Shan’s Semi-Saint making a breakthrough?"
"I have no idea, she was just explaining calligraphy to all of us recently, and suddenly it turned out like this..."
"She is already a Semi-Saint and can’t take another step forward, she must have comprehended some kind of new character of the Great Dao."
"Creating characters? That’s a great merit indeed..."
"Creating characters... To create characters recognized by the world, that merit is indeed great, but is it to the extent of such a display?"
As people discussed, someone ran over in a panic, "Report, it’s bad! The disciples from White Water Academy, Green Bamboo Academy, Black Soil Academy, Lotus Academy have all come to attack, claiming our academy stole their treasured possession and demanding an explanation!" Find adventures at Freewebnovel
The disciples of Qing Shan Academy immediately became furious upon hearing this.
"What explanation? It’s clear they saw the unusual signs descending on our Qing Shan Academy and wanted to come snoop around, even attempting to snatch the opportunity," the head of Qing Shan Academy said angrily.
"Headmaster, our ancestor is on the verge of a breakthrough and cannot make a move. They’ve come prepared, maybe even with their ancestors... We probably won’t be able to stop them," an elderly teacher said.
The headmaster said angrily, "So we shouldn’t stop them just because we might not be able to? The Book Saint has rules, which state that academies should dispute through calligraphy and not resort to violence at will. Do they dare to blatantly move against our Qing Shan Academy?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a cold laugh was heard, "Who says we dare not?"
The headmaster looked up to see an old man with white hair, who had already entered the academy and was standing on a nearby pavilion. His brush, white and floating behind him. Other people’s brushes, often stained with ink from writing, had their tips more or less darkened.
However, this old man’s brush was snow-white, each bristle shining with a pale white light, exuding an air of sacredness.
This was the Spiritual Treasure of White Water Academy’s headmaster, a Semi-Saint level Innate Spiritual Treasure, White Water wú píng!
The old man was naturally the ancestor of White Water Academy, Semi-Saint Liu Baishui.
As Liu Baishui appeared, on the other side, a character for "bamboo" descended from the sky and upon touching the ground, a bamboo grove sprouted up; a figure descended, a middle-aged man wearing a green robe and holding a brush made from green bamboo, the ancestor of Green Bamboo Academy, Semi-Saint Lv Zhu.
The ground abruptly turned dark, as dark as an ink pool.
A figure rose up out of the darkness, an old man in black clothes with a full beard and a hunched back. His brush was large, resting on the ground like a cane—on first glance, it seemed like a walking stick or a giant mop... But no one dared underestimate this filthy, dark brush because it was a Semi-Saint level Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Ink Pool Hei Ze! The old man was the ancestor of Black Soil Academy, Hei Ze.
Seeing this, the Qing Shan Academy headmaster sighed and said, "Since the three of you have come, Lotus Academy’s ancestor, please come in as well."
A light laugh sounded, and a woman walked in from outside the gate. She was dressed in a lotus flower gown, holding an unopened lotus in her hand, smiling sweetly at everyone, "Hei Ze, Lv Zhu, Liu Baishui, I told you, Qing Shan Academy would not refuse us entry. We should have just waltzed in, why all the secrecy?"
Liu Baishui said coldly, "Fairy Lotus, let’s talk about these matters later. Take a look at Fairy Qing Shan instead. Have you ever encountered such a situation?"
Fairy Lotus frowned, looking up at the sky, where the entire sky was covered with dark clouds. Among the clouds were red glows and lightning; everything was spinning, as if the whole world was revolving around Qing Shan.
Such a scene was truly rare…
Fairy Lotus shook her head and said, "I’ve never seen this, what about you all?"
The head of Qing Shan Academy said, "Elders, our ancestor must be in the process of creating characters…"
Lv Zhu waved his hand dismissively and said, "Creating characters, we’ve done that before. I’ve even created a few first-rank characters myself, and it never caused such a stir. Higher quality characters can’t be written or created without becoming a Saint. This is not about creating characters…"
As he spoke, Lv Zhu’s pupils suddenly dilated.
Hei Ze said ominously, "Is she... could she be becoming a Saint?"
"Impossible! The Saint is still around, this world cannot bear the presence of two Saints at the same time, nor can it give birth to a second one. I think that perhaps she is indeed creating characters… just that she is creating characters of a saintly quality, which is why it’s causing such a disturbance.
The Saint once said that a Semi-Saint also has the chance to create saintly-level text, but it requires great fortune and great wisdom…
Perhaps Fairy Qing Shan has moved ahead of us all," said Fairy Lotus.
Lv Zhu and Liu Baishui nodded slightly, seemingly in agreement.
But Hei Ze spoke out the possibility that everyone deliberately avoided thinking about, his voice quiet yet piercing, "What if... the Saint has died out there?"
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Boom!
It was as if a thunderbolt had struck on a sunny day! The thunder of the ninth heaven exploded right there.
Suddenly, the entire academy fell dead silent…
The Saint was the supreme god of this world; to speak ill of him even casually was a grave, heinous offence.
To directly speak of his death…
That was absolutely a crime of the highest order against the Heavenly Dao. If the Saint were still around, divine punishment from the Heavenly Dao would surely descend. Even a Semi-Saint would not escape unscathed, if not killed then at least gravely injured!
Therefore, everyone turned their eyes to Hei Ze, the madman.
Hei Ze specialized in cursive script, having created his own strain of ’Mad Cursive’. The characters he wrote were like wild winds scattering leaves, carrying a hint of madness in their power… Only someone like him could have said such a thing.
Just when everyone thought he would be struck by random lightning, there was no anomaly in the sky, not the slightest movement.
"What’s going on?" everyone wondered, bewildered.
Then, suddenly realizing something, the crowd stood still, dumbfounded like wooden chickens because they knew—the Saint might truly be dead!
Nobody dared to speak…
Only with the death of a Saint, does a chance arise for a Semi-Saint.
But likewise, a world without the protection of a Saint could very well face the assault of other Saints, which could be a disaster leading to the end of the world.