Above the azure sky, at the pinnacle of Confucianism.
Su Changqing wielded a mighty brush, standing atop a chessboard, his entire being surging with vast, majestic righteousness.
As the ink flowed, the heavens and earth trembled, and the landscapes of thousands of miles descended from the skies.
Opposite him, the shadow of the Literary Emperor held the mandate of heaven in its mouth, each word and phrase seemed to embody the ultimate truth of the universe, possessing immense power.
A monstrous young man, and the shadow of the Literary Emperor, both sides engaged in a fierce battle of techniques, leaving all Confucian cultivators of the world visibly shaken.
Especially the recent two lines of poetry, which were so audacious as to make one's scalp tingle, leaving cultivators everywhere astounded.
"All four arts have entered the Dao... This boy must die!"
The Imperial Court Faction, Mu Ren, finally showed a hint of fear in his eyes.
