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Some might ask, without hatred or grievance, why obliterate them...
Just like in the realm of the zither, the zither realm is part of the Zither Saint, and to eradicate it completely, one must also destroy the other’s world;
Moreover, the other’s world has nurtured countless treasures for many years, and there is nothing more replenishing than devouring a whole world!
Eating such a great supplement, if not eaten, can also be used for artifact refining, creating items not inferior to Chaos Spiritual Treasures.
Who would let such a big piece of pie hang there without touching it?
The Saint is dead...
The emotions of the people were a complex mixture, without the Saint, this place could be destroyed at any moment.
With the Saint, they were doomed to make no progress...
But now...
All eyes turned to the Fairy of Qing Shan.
Hei Ze’s gaze was deep and cold, "This is the only chance... either become a Saint or die!"
The head of Qing Shan Academy also realized something and immediately shouted, "Activate the array, set up defenses!" Find your next read at Freewebnovel
In an instant, everyone came to their senses.
The Fairy of Qing Shan was not creating characters, she was becoming a Saint!
In the entire world, there was only one chance to become a Saint, if she became a Saint, what about the others?
The major academies were originally in name only and not united, and although it wouldn’t be accurate to say their enmity was as deep as the sea, their feuds had never ceased.
If the Fairy of Qing Shan became a Saint, how could they possibly coexist?
At this life-and-death juncture, Liu Baishui, Lv Zhu, Hei Ze, and even the Fairy of Lotus stepped forward, while many disciples from the major academies rushed towards Qing Shan Academy.
The Qing Shan Academy then raised a green book painted with tall mountains, the book opened, sprinkling green light that enveloped the entire Qing Shan Academy, and the Book Mountain Array was activated!
"Fellow Daoists..." Hei Ze spoke ominously.
Liu Baishui said bluntly, "No need for words, every extra minute we give them is another chance for growth. Once they become Saints, we all die. Take action quickly, kill Qing Shan, slaughter Qing Shan Academy!"
"Kill!" Lv Zhu took action immediately, her jade-like bamboo pen brush flinging out characters as tough as bamboo knots. These were Lv Zhu’s signature style, the Bamboo Script!
Once the Bamboo Script was released, it instantly evolved into countless bamboo spears shooting towards Qing Shan.
The head of Qing Shan Academy roared, "Protect the elder ancestor!"
Many disciples from Qing Shan Academy joined hands to form the Continuous Mountains Array, mountains rose from the ground, blocking the path to the elder ancestor of Qing Shan, stopping the bamboo spears but also becoming riddled with holes, many weaker disciples vomiting blood, collapsing to the ground...
At that moment, a white brush in Liu Baishui’s hand swept through the air, and a long river appeared out of nowhere, smashing the Continuous Mountains Array in an instant!
A great number of Qing Shan disciples fell to the ground, blood spraying from their mouths, even the head of Qing Shan Academy staggered backwards, his complexion deathly pale, seriously injured.
In the face of Semi-Saints, those from the Primordial Realm were ultimately too weak!
Just then, a pitch-black area spread under everyone’s feet, it was Hei Ze making his move.
In his hand was a piece of ink, which he pressed onto the ground, turning the entire land black, the blackness like a bottomless pit, the Qing Shan Academy disciples had no chance to scream before directly falling in, instantly dissolving into a puddle of ink...
The head of Qing Shan Academy exclaimed, "A Holy Artifact, the Black Ink!"
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Hei Ze nodded in approval and said, "Indeed, it’s the black ink from the ’Four Treasures of the Study’, one of the four precious treasures of my Book Mountain Realm. I don’t have time to dawdle with you. To die at the hands of the Four Great Sacred Artifacts is an honorable death for you... In the future, I’ll use the ink made from your bodies to write more connecting characters."
The black ink, one of the Four Treasures of the Study from the Book Mountain Realm, was also one of the Four Great Sacred Artifacts.
Among the Four Great Sacred Artifacts, the brush followed the Saint of Calligraphy, the paper was at Qing Shan Academy, and the inkstone was at Lotus Academy, leaving only the ink, whose whereabouts had always been unknown.
Back when the Saint of Calligraphy distributed the treasures, he called each recipient into his room to give them away. Who would have thought that the black ink would end up in the shady hands of Hei Ze...
The headmaster of Qing Shan Academy sighed. He knew that today there was no escape from doom, especially since the Fairy of Lotus on the other side had already taken out a scroll of white paper. The white paper radiated a golden glow, sacred and immensely solemn—it was the Holy Artifact, Xuan Paper.
With that sigh, the headmaster of Qing Shan Academy also turned into a puddle of ink within the black ink and vanished between heaven and earth.
The white paper swept across the sky, and the remaining disciples of Qing Shan Academy who had not yet died were drawn into it, turning into individual characters that imprinted upon the sheet...
In an instant, the entirety of Qing Shan Academy was annihilated!
"The pests have been dealt with, leaving only Qing Shan..." Hei Ze manipulated the wave of ink, directing it toward Qing Shan.
Just as it touched Qing Shan, a thunderous noise suddenly came from the sky!
Boom!
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At the same time, a wild laughter echoed through the air.
"I’ve found it, the Book Mountain Realm, hahaha... The Saint of Calligraphy is already dead, this place is mine now!"
Everyone looked up and saw a man in a White Crane Cloak descending from the heavens, carrying a scroll on his back...
"The Saint of Painting!" Everyone immediately recognized his identity.
It was indeed the Saint of Painting, one of the Four Great Saints of Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting.
This fellow had suffered a huge defeat in the Pan Gu Realm and was driven out of the Pan Gu Realm, furious and resentful. Suddenly, it occurred to him that since the Saint of Calligraphy was dead, his realm was now ownerless...
Taking advantage of the fact that others were not yet aware of the Saint of Calligraphy’s death, he was the first to rush over.
However, what surprised the Saint of Painting was...
"Eh? Someone has already comprehended the Tao and is about to become a Saint so quickly? Or has this world itself sensed danger and chosen a Guardian on its own?" The Saint of Painting looked in astonishment at the Qing Shan Fairy, her body wrapped in the aura of the Tao.
Hei Ze and the others below went pale, then exchanged glances before uniformly stepping in front of the Qing Shan Fairy.
Now, even if they killed the Qing Shan Fairy, they would not have time to become Saints.
To survive, they could only help the Qing Shan Fairy become a Saint. Only by stopping the Saint of Painting could they live!
Facing a Saint, even the proud Lv Zhu, scheming Hei Ze, wild and unrestrained Liu Baishui, and the lofty Fairy of Lotus all respectfully saluted and said, "We pay our respects to the Saint of Painting. May we ask what brings the Saint of Painting to our Book Mountain Realm? Our Saint has gone to the Pan Gu Realm and is not currently at home. If you wish to visit, I’m afraid you will have to wait a few more days."
The Saint of Painting sneered, "Don’t bother playing dumb with me. The Saint of Calligraphy died right before my eyes; I saw it clear as day."
With that, the entire world began to shake...
The Fairy of Lotus exclaimed, "The painting... it’s the Holy Artifact, the Chaos Spiritual Treasure, the Three Mountains and Two Realms Map! The Saint of Painting is going to take over our world!"
Hei Ze and the others shouted in desperation, "Saint of Painting! Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting are all one family. Our Saint has just perished, and you strike so quickly. Aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"
The Saint of Painting laughed loudly, "Ridiculed? When they’re all dead, who will know it was my doing? Stop wasting words. I’m not the only one who knows the Saint of Calligraphy is dead. How could I let such a great opportunity pass? Take it!"
With a wave of his hand, the whole world was enveloped by a painting scroll, which began to devour the Book Mountain Realm!