Chapter 1843: Chapter 1870: Whose Heavenly Dao?
Chen Qingquan took out a piece of ink treasure, his face calm and composed.
It was a script prepared in advance, polished by many senior experts, with a vigor unmatched by “The King’s Abdication”.
He was confident that this masterpiece was enough to capture the hearts of all the cultivators present.
The scroll unfurled, revealing just a corner, and the sky above changed dramatically.
The sacred sound of the Dao echoed, and the sound of thunder roared.
A beam of golden light descended, shining upon Chen Qingquan, in that moment, he was the monarch, he was the emperor.
“An old theme, new wine in an old bottle, ‘The Pilgrimage of a Hundred Birds’, I invite everyone to appreciate and critique it.”
Chen Qingquan slowly unfolded the scroll, and halfway through, he suddenly tore it open. The golden light was dazzling, the golden scroll moved without wind, gently floating in the air.
“Chirp chirp!”
The fragrance of birds and flowers hit the face, the golden light faded away, what appeared before the eyes was not words, nor painting, nor characters, but many lifelike creatures.
The Phoenix, Qing Luan, and Magpies spiraled above the entire venue.
In Yumi Academy, a massive golden pillar of light rose into the sky, piercing the clouds. At that moment, the blood of all the beings in the Boundary Sea boiled, a primal stir awakened within their bones.
The bloodline pressure of the Phoenix invoked memories engraved in everyone’s blood, traces left by time.
Within the Academy, the crowd stood enthralled, seeing nothing but the artistic conception, already deeply captivated.
The hundred birds circled for the duration of an incense stick before landing on the shoulders of everyone present. On each cultivator’s shoulder, a bird rested, such a blessed era stirred the hearts of people greatly.
The characters on the scroll finally emerged at this moment.
“The Pilgrimage of a Hundred Birds”
“Three thousand seven hundred years have passed, without a connection to the frontier…”
“Stars are abundant, soft and radiant, with the sun rising east, how can it compare…”
“The Phoenix returns to its nest, birds circle back…”
It was a flowing prose essay.
Every word connected with heaven and earth, striking directly at the heart.
The meaning directly communicated with the Heavenly Dao, more spectacular and fervent than the previous female scholar.
This was truly the enduring pulse of literature, recognized by the Heavenly Dao, securing Chen Qingquan’s position as head of the Academy, solid as a rock.
Being scholars, who would dare to oppose the Heavenly Dao?
“What great words!”
“What a great sentence!”
“What great characters!”
“I originally thought Brother Qingquan had shallow experience, but it turns out his vigorous writing is not far off from Mr. Yu of old!”
“Indeed, when Mr. Yu was the age of Brother Qingquan, perhaps he did not achieve such accomplishments either!”
“No wonder he is capable of leading Yumi Academy. Give it time, he will become a Great Grandmaster of literature; Mr. Yu has a successor!”
The impact of the scroll was unforgettable for a long time.
The cultivators, extricating themselves from the context, lavished praise upon it; the characters were wondrous, phenomena emerged unexpectedly, and those mystical birds still leaned on their shoulders.
The white-clothed youth, Li Shuwen, who had earlier raised doubts, also slowly sat down, saying nothing as his actions spoke volumes; even this young leader in the literature circle was deeply captivated.
“Today we have witnessed history; we are willing, under the witness of the Heavenly Dao, to follow Yumi Academy!”
All the senior figures, led by Old Goat, stood up and said in loud voices.
The words seemed sincere, but actually carried hidden meaning; to follow Yumi Academy did not mean to follow Chen Qingquan personally.
But that was enough, enough to lead all scholars in the world to completely submit to Yumi Academy and unify the literary scene.
“Originally, I wanted to take out my humble work to entertain everyone after the banquet, but unexpectedly I took it out at the start.”
“Wine and food are prepared, please take your seats. No matter what, you’ve come a long way; only a satisfying meal will make the trip worthwhile.”
Chen Qingquan said with a smile, collecting the scroll, closing it, feeling quite content.
With so much polish and revision from literary seniors, how could it not be good!
Today’s event, amid many praises, was as good as done; his position was stable, and no one dared to question or challenge him anymore.
But what happened next made everyone’s smile slightly stiffen.
The scroll of “The Pilgrimage of a Hundred Birds” had been put away, but the Heavenly Dao in the sky did not dissipate. Although the Phoenix phenomenon disappeared, that heavenly column of light grew even denser, the turbulent clouds more intense, as if brewing something.
Some, unaware of the truth, merely praised, “Brother Qingquan’s literary talent, recognized by the Heavenly Dao, lingering for so long, an everlasting echo!”
“Truly a literary giant recognized by the sky!”
“Hush, speaking too much leads to mistakes, this phenomenon was not caused by Chen Qingquan!”
“Someone nearby is also triggering a phenomenon of the Heavenly Dao, overlapping with Chen Qingquan’s phenomenon. Part of the power of the Hundred Birds was triggered by someone else, not by Chen Qingquan’s merit!”
Someone quietly interrupted this discussion; the Hundreds Bird scroll was put away, the phenomenons dissipated, the Heavenly Dao should have faded. But now, the literary pulse of the Heavenly Dao grew more intense, with only one explanation: someone else is communicating with the Heavenly Dao through literary aura.
They acted at the same time as Chen Qingquan, so they didn’t realize it immediately.
Judging by the richness of the Heavenly Dao’s aura, it surpassed Chen Qingquan’s Hundred Birds in every way!
“What’s going on?”
“What’s the situation?”
“Why is the Heavenly Dao not fading? Who is secretly acting?”
Chen Qingquan and the senior literary figures could not sit still, rising to observe the sky.
Another brilliant golden beam descended, landing not far from Yumi Academy.
Judging by the distance, that person was also within the Eight Desolates Domain.
A worrisome thought arose in their minds, could it be Mr. Yu, deliberately waiting for this day to trigger a phenomenon at the same time as Chen Qingquan?
This was a life-or-death gamble; their literary path and fate were closely tied to Yumi Academy. If Yu Huan Shui surpassed them today, they would never progress on the literary path, and the same for Mr. Yu; if he failed today, he would be forever halted in his tracks this life!
“It can’t be, Brother Chen’s Hundred Birds is something we created together; no matter how exceptional Mr. Yu is, he can’t challenge us all at once!”
“Exactly, that’s what I think too. This piece, though not divine, is the result of the combined efforts of Brother Chen and us old fellows; how could a single individual’s work break it?”
The senior figures comforted themselves; this was not a one-on-one; it was dozens against one, and Yu Huan Shui had no chance of winning.
“Regardless, we can’t leave this phenomenon unattended; we need to check it out.”
“But the Academy also needs someone to hold down the fort, Brother Chen, you stay put, let Old Goat take a look.”
The group quickly deliberated a plan, Old Goat stood up and took a step, disappearing without a trace.
Chen Qingquan was about to reassure the cultivators present, stabilizing the crowd.
The Heavenly Dao, having gathered its might, finally transformed. There was no scroll, no sacred sound of the Dao, not even a phenomenon; there were only lines of golden characters continually evolving in the sky.
The great Dao is simple, pointing directly at the source.
It attracted everyone’s attention.
“The Book of Revelations”
“In today’s world, the national studies are declining, literary destiny is dwindling, the rich feast and drink;”
“In the Age of Decline, people are wise but lack strength, physical bodies are weak, deceptions rampant, spirits rise and rebel, the people live in misery, officials protect each other, deities are corrupted, the illness is deeply entrenched…”