In the azure sky, the clouds suddenly collapsed and disappeared, leaving only the blue sky.
The power that descended from the sky, the existence that had yet to appear, seemed to be unable to tolerate even a speck of sand in its eyes.
Between heaven and earth, a pair of eyes opened, filled with the wisdom to see through everything, as well as an unshakable indifference.
Between the mountains and the sea, a 300-meter-tall phantom appeared, wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown. Its facial features were blurred, and its long beard fluttered in the wind.
Whether it was an illusion or not, the blazing sun in the sky seemed to have dimmed a bit.
This phantom had the blue sky above its head, and its feet stood on the vast ocean.
As soon as this phantom appeared, clear air lingered within a hundred miles of Jing Mountain, and the sound of reading came from the void.
The clear air that had accumulated for a thousand years in the Confucian Academy was like the light of a firefly compared to this phantom.
Confucian Sages!
The founder of the Confucian system, a great person that surpassed all ranks.
Since Confucian Sages's death, it had been more than 1200 years since Confucian Sages's death. This was the first time someone had summoned the heroic spirit of Confucian Sages.
At this moment, the statue of the Sorcerer God trembled violently. The entire altar and the entire valley were shaking as if there was an earthquake.
At this moment, all living beings within a hundred miles of Jing Mountain City prostrated on the ground, trembling with fear.
Ilbu and Udapagoda were trembling, their spines bent, stubbornly refusing to prostrate. This was the last dignity of a Rank Three Sorcerer.
The Grand Sorcerer Salen Agu looked up at the huge phantom, his lips trembling slightly.
He muttered, "Confucian Sages …"
Since the birth of human civilization, the changes in etiquette and systems could be described as complicated and chaotic. But if the river of "history" was extended, from a macroscopic perspective, the changes in human civilization could be divided into two simple stages:
Before and after the Confucian Academy.
Before the Confucian Academy was born, the system was unstable and in a relatively chaotic stage.
After the Confucian Academy was born, human civilization had a cornerstone, a foundation that never deviated from the original.
In the hundreds of thousands of years after the Age of Gods and Demons, in terms of luck, whether it was the ancient Human Emperors or the millions of future Emperors, none of them could compare to Confucian Sages.
As the founder of human civilization, Confucian Sages seemed to be born at the right time.
Light replaced Wei Yuan's eyes, revealing the coldness of a deity. Fine cracks appeared on his body, and the Confucian crown and carving knife glowed with Light, repairing his body over and over again. Then, his body split open again and again, repeating the cycle.
At this moment, he was not only shouldering a power that surpassed his rank, but also the most boundless Karmic Luck since the birth of the Human Race.
After the passing of Confucian Sages, no one had been able to summon his heroic spirit, and it was not without reason.
Wei Yuan raised his head and stared at Empress Jeanne Deux in the air. "You might as well use your sword!"
Empress Jeanne looked at him coldly.
The sword slashed down.
The sword light was dazzling, and time and space seemed to freeze at this moment. There had never been such a magnificent sword qi in the world, because in history, there had never been a swordsman who had surpassed the grade.
"Ah …"
Blood-curdling screams resounded throughout the battlefield. A few experts who had the courage to witness this scene had their bodies undergo a hair-raising transformation.
Some of their bodies suddenly shot out sword qi, and then, they were torn apart.
Some of their bodies were dyed iron gray, and they turned into statues.
Some of them suddenly caught fire, and quickly turned into ashes, leaving two pitch-black, oily footprints on the ground.
Some of them turned into yellow sand and dissipated; some of their flesh and blood were lignified, and their skin showed wood texture, and green leaves grew out of their pores.
Zhang Kaitai and the other experts closed their eyes and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the sword light.
Fear exploded in their hearts.
A battle involving the highest level of the Nine Regions could really easily turn an area into a wasteland.
The brilliant sword light arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye.
Wei Yuan lifted his foot and stomped forward, his voice like a great bell, "In front of Confucian Sages, who dares to be presumptuous!"
The hundred-foot-tall shadow synchronized with his foot and gently stepped forward.
With this step, a tsunami of hundreds of feet high was suddenly set off in the vast ocean. Jing Mountain completely collapsed. Landslides, tsunamis …
The power of Confucian Sages's foot razed the mountains and rivers to the ground, turning the earth into a swamp.
The five-colored sword light suddenly collapsed and turned into the pure power of the five elements, rendering the sky colorful and magnificent.
Tharunagu, Queen Joan of Arc, Ilbu, and Wu Da's Pagoda, the four super experts were hit in the chest by a clear air that almost swept through the world. Like leaves in the wind, their bodies were quickly broken.
The four top experts stood still and healed their injuries. Their aura had fallen to the bottom, and their morale was even lower.
The sword light of the four people had reached a strength that surpassed the grade, but under the foot of Confucian Sages, it turned into ashes.
The collapsed sword light of the five elements directly changed the elemental laws of this world. Towering trees grew in the sea, gurgling streams flowed out of the rocks, and flames burned on the surface of the sea …
It was not that the power of this sword light was not enough.
It was that Confucian Sages was too strong.
Queen Joan of Arc's aura was unstable, and the black light wrapped around her body turned into black flames, which backfired on her.
She cultivated the Way of Renzong, so she would also be burned by the karmic fire. In the past decades, she had firmly suppressed the karmic fire by relying on her identity and status as a monarch.
Just now, when she was hit by the clear air, her aura weakened, and the karmic fire immediately backfired.
He took a deep breath and breathed in and out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The Yang Spirit Body of Taoism, which was known to be indestructible, emitted a golden light and extinguished the karmic fire.
…
Wei Yuan's face turned pale. Ignoring the four defeated opponents, he turned around and walked toward the altar in the valley.
The power of Confucian Sages was constantly destroying his body, even with the carving knife, the Confucian crown, and the blessing of Zhao Shou. But for Wei Yuan, it was still an unbearable burden.
There was a price to pay for summoning an existence that surpassed the grade.
There was no mysterious backfire of magic, only the simple principle of "bearing too much".
As Wei Yuan turned around, the shadow of Confucian Sages turned toward the valley and took a step forward.
No one dared to block the path of Confucian Sages, not even a grade one.
Looking at the green robe, Saleniagu was not angry because the situation was over. He was still calm and gentle.
He said slowly, "Wei Yuan, your talent is outstanding. Even if the Witch God unlocks the seal, you can still be alone. Why bother?"
When Confucian Sages sealed the Witch God, there was a huge secret. Throughout the Nine States, the number of people who knew this secret could be counted on two hands.
How could he be alone when his country was destroyed? Wei Yuan turned a deaf ear to him and moved steadily and slowly toward the valley.
He still had an enemy.
Wei Yuan moved forward in the void. When he approached the valley, he was blocked by a barrier.
This barrier was invisible but tangible. It could not be seen, but it could be touched. It blocked Wei Yuan outside the valley.
Inside the valley was another world. It refused to let Wei Yuan enter.
Only a transcendent-grade being could block a transcendent-grade being.
The Witch God could already affect reality and seep out power.
The only thing that could block destiny was destiny.
Wei Yuan held the carving knife and gently touched the invisible barrier. The air wave shook and bounced off the carving knife.
Saleniagu looked at this scene and said,
"The Witch God can already penetrate the seal and affect reality. It is not a statue that can be trampled on. Unfortunately, your reaction is too fast. If you can delay for two or three years, the Witch God can mobilize more luck. "
Wei Yuan turned his neck and looked at Saleniagu in the distance.
"You are hinting that I should try my best to destroy the barrier and consume the little power of Confucian Sages so that I have no room to seal the Witch God."
Saleniagu said calmly, "Do you have a choice?"
Wei Yuan curled his lips. "Who said I don't?"
…
In Jingshan City, the figure of the warlock in white appeared. He silently passed through the closed city gate and arrived at the headquarters of the Witch God Cult.
"Come … out …"
The warlock in white stammered and lifted his foot. With him as the core, the formation quickly spread, covering the surrounding streets and houses.
Teleportation Formation!
Armored horsemen suddenly appeared, holding steel knives and wearing armor. The leader was a young man who was more beautiful than a woman.
The people in the city looked at this group of strange guests in shock. Through their armor, appearance, and other details, they recognized that they were Daibun's horsemen. Their faces suddenly changed.
They couldn't understand why Daibun's army suddenly came to the city.
The Fire Country and Daibun shared a border of three states. Relying on the fact that it was easy to defend and difficult to attack, the Fire Country had no fear. They often joined forces with the Jing and Kang Kingdoms to repeatedly invade the border, burning, killing, and looting. Even the common people could put their hands on their hips and laugh.
"The Central Plains are like women. You can bully them at will."
Only we can fight Daibun. There is no reason for Daibun to fight us.
This phenomenon did not change until the end of the Shanhai Pass Battle.
Nangong Qianrou raised her saber high and shouted with a gloomy and cold temperament,
"Since Daibun was founded, the Witchcraft Religion has killed Daibun's people and robbed Daibun's women for six hundred years. The people of the three states in the northeast have suffered from the Witchcraft Religion for a long time. Soldiers of Daibun, follow me to slaughter the city. "
"Slaughter the city!"
"Slaughter the city!"
"Slaughter the city …"
Deep roars gathered in one place, and the sound waves shook the sky.
Ten thousand horsemen rushed into the streets and slaughtered wantonly, turning the city into hell on earth.
Today, slaughter the city, blood for blood!
…
"Wei Yuan!!"
Seeing the unstoppable slaughter in Jing Shan City, Spirit Intelligence Master Ilbu was furious.
"Only a supreme being can seal a supreme being. You are just a mortal. Aren't you afraid of death?!"
With the situation developing to this point, this third-grade master felt powerless from the bottom of his heart.
Wei Yuan was not a disciple of the Confucian School, nor was he a mortal ant. A second-grade Warrior was enough to take care of himself and live a carefree life. Why did he seek death?
"I said I would attack the Witchcraft Religion, and I will."
Wei Yuan looked away from Jing Shan City and turned to the Great Wizard Salen Agu. He smiled and said, "The old soldiers called me the Daibun's God of War. I don't want to disappoint them."
Under the situation where there was no food, he penetrated through the dangerous Fire Country and arrived at the capital, attracting most of the troops of the Fire Country and the Kang Country. Then he secretly crossed the ocean to Jing Shan City.
He summoned the Jiao Dragon of the Jiao Tribe to offset the waves of the Rain Master.
He injured a first-grade wizard with a knife and forced Empress Zhen De to show up.
He invited the Heroic Spirit of Confucian Sages to severely injure all the top masters of the Witchcraft Religion.
He sent Nangong Qianrou to rendezvous with Sun Xuanji and attacked Jing Shan City at the critical moment to shake the fate of the Witchcraft Religion.
From the moment of the expedition until now, how to march, how to divide the troops, which route to take, whose help they needed, how many enemies they had, and who they were … he had calculated every step.
The Supervisor once said that there were very few people in the world who could fight to a draw with him on the chessboard. Wei Yuan was one of them.
Every time someone died in Jing Shan City, the fate that the Witchcraft God could borrow decreased a little.
Wei Yuan raised his knife and gently slashed at the barrier that was as thin as an eggshell, breaking the barrier of the Witchcraft God.
Ilbu and Uda Pagoda watched as Wei Yuan entered the valley, their faces full of unwillingness.
Salen Agu and Joan of Arc watched this scene. The former's eyes were calm, while the latter's were cold.
…
The altar was dozens of feet high, only slightly shorter than a mountain.
Wei Yuan raised his head and glanced at the towering altar. There were layers of stone steps, a total of 99 steps. At the end was the god of the Witchcraft Religion, the founder of the wizard system.
After the Age of Gods and Demons, it was one of the few supreme items.
It was not an exaggeration to say that it was like a god or a demon.
Wei Yuan retracted his gaze, lifted his foot, and stepped on the first step.
In an instant, the heavens and the earth released their murderous intent. This space was repelling him, targeting him, and descending a terrifying pressure.
Wei Yuan paused, then stepped on the second step.
The shadow of Confucian Sages released a Light to counteract the pressure of heaven and earth.
Wei Yuan raised his head and bowed to the shadow of Confucian Sages. "No need!"
He summoned Confucian Sages not to kill the enemy, but to seal the Sorcerer God.
Salen Agu instigated him to use the power of Confucian Sages to break the barrier in order to weaken the power of Confucian Sages layer by layer. When he reached the altar, how much power would Confucian Sages have left?
He, Wei Yuan, was not a tool, not just a tool to carry the soul of Confucian Sages.
On the contrary, he, Wei Yuan, was the one who sealed the Sorcerer God in this world.
Confucian Sages was his tool.
Second level, third level, fourth level …
After Level 20, with every step Wei Yuan took, a crack appeared on his body. The High-Ranked Warrior's Immortal Body healed the terrible wounds, barely maintaining his balance.
After Level 50, Wei Yuan was like a porcelain man that had been pieced together. His body was full of cracks, including his elegant and handsome face.
He finally stopped, not knowing whether it was because of exhaustion or the pressure that he could no longer move forward.
"If you don't transcend ranks, you're still a mortal. What's the difference between you and an ant?"
An ethereal sigh came, as if it came from ancient times.
Along with this voice, an uncontrollable power surged, as if heaven and earth were working together to strangle Wei Yuan.
There were two paths in front of Wei Yuan. The first path was to use the power of Confucian Sages to reach the top. As for whether this hard-won soul would have enough power to seal the Sorcerer God after reaching the top, only God knew.
The second path was to turn around and leave, retreating with the Daibun army.
…
"God, how majestic …"
Wei Yuan murmured. A dusty past broke through the blockage of his memory.
Forty years ago, when Empress Zhen De was still on the throne, there was a tragic war in the three northeastern states.
The Sorcerer God sent down an oracle to destroy Daibun and seize its fate. At that time, the three northeastern states mobilized 200,000 troops and captured the three states. They massacred the old, the weak, the women, and the children every three days. The people of Daibun were slaughtered like lowly weeds.
There was no one for hundreds of miles, and the bones were buried in the mountains.
It was even more brutal and ruthless than the monsters and barbarians.
Even today, that war was still a shadow in the hearts of the old people who had experienced the war.
It was also because of that war that the imperial court stationed 100,000 troops in the three states for the next ten years. The people would rather be refugees than return to their homeland. They were really afraid of the Sorcerer God Cult.
After that, the imperial court made another yellow book and found that the rivers and mountains of Xiangzhou, Jingzhou, and Yuzhou were all empty. There were millions of people who died in that war.
Wei Yuan was originally from Yuzhou.
The Wei family only had one young man who survived.
The past came to his mind. Now he was no longer the young man in green. Wei Yuan laughed wildly.
"Looking back after forty years, the hatred of the country and the family continues to this day. Now, I want to know if God can trap an ant like me. "
Dressed in green, he walked up the stairs. The cage of heaven and earth was like a decoration.
At the 99th step, he reached the top in one go.
Standing in front of the Sorcerer God statue was already a broken human figure.
Wei Yuan sneered disdainfully. "It seems that God is nothing more than this."
In the past 4,800 years, there were only two people from the Central Plains who had climbed the altar of the Sorcerer God Cult.
The Confucian Sages of 1,200 years ago.
And the Wei Yuan of 1,200 years later.
Only these two people.
…
The Great Sorcerer Salen Agu sighed. "Wei Yuan, the revival of the Sorcerer God is inevitable. The talents of the Central Plains are declining, and the Confucian school is weak. With the loss of fate, the Supervisor is no longer at his peak. Why do you have to be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot? "
With that, he slid his finger across his wrist, allowing the blood to flow. His hand formed a seal, and his voice rang out like a bell. "Sacrifice to the Sorcerer God."
Beside him, Ilbu and Wu Da Pagoda had solemn expressions. They cut their wrists and formed the same hand seal.
Blood flowed from the wrists of the three high-ranked sorcerers, but it did not drip. Instead, it turned into a crimson light that floated toward the altar in the distance, toward the statue of the Sorcerer God.
Blood Sacrifice!
The Sorcerer God Cult's Blood Sacrifice.
Hearing the Great Sorcerer's voice, the sorcerers understood that the Sorcerer God Cult was in a critical moment of life and death.
Hundreds of sorcerers left the battlefield. Without hesitation, they cut their wrists and formed hand seals, sacrificing themselves to the Sorcerer God.
Nalan Yan felt his body temperature gradually drop. His life force flowed along with his blood, turning into crimson light that floated toward the valley and into the statue that had been worshipped by the sorcerers for thousands of years.
The Central Plains' Daibun soldiers were fearless, but the Sorcerer God Cult was afraid of death?
The Sorcerer God Cult had ruled the northeast region for more than four thousand years. When had they ever been beaten so badly?
Even if they had to die today, they would make Wei Yuan and Daibun fail on the verge of success.
Nalan Yan suddenly turned his head to look at the man in green, and thought of his father, who had died in the Battle of Shanhai Pass.
He had never imagined that both father and son would die at the hands of the same person.
Nalan Yan slowly closed his eyes and passed away.
One by one, the sorcerers collapsed, becoming withered corpses. They died without a sound, without complaint or regret.
Their wills merged into the statue of the Sorcerer God. This was the last resistance of the Sorcerer God Cult, a curse the sorcerers had sent to Wei Yuan and the Confucian Sages.
…
Crack …
On the altar, cracks appeared on the statue of the Sorcerer God, and stone chips flew out.
Black smoke seeped out of the statue's forehead, blotting out the sky. It blocked out the sun, the blue sky, and the day turned into night.
In the blink of an eye, the black smoke covered an area of fifty kilometers around Jingshan City, roiling like a raging storm.
When an ordinary man was angry, blood splashed three feet high, and when the emperor was angry, millions of corpses would be killed.
So what if the gods were angry?
Once again, the soldiers fought their way through. Around Jing Mountain City, the few survivors raised their heads and looked at the dark mist above their heads in fright.
The black smoke suddenly collapsed, as if the sky was falling, and condensed into a black shadow over the altar. It was a hundred feet tall, and its face was blurred.
Those who dared to look directly at the black shadow died on the spot.
The black shadow and the illusory one were facing each other, like two giants who could split the sky and the earth.
"Confucian Sages!"
An ethereal, grand voice came from the black shadow. It seemed to be angry, hateful, and sighing.
Along with this voice, thunder rumbled in the sky, and the weather changed. A terrible storm had arrived.
"You will regret it."
The ethereal, grand voice came again.
Wei Yuan knew that this sentence was for him.
He remained silent, turned his head, and glanced at the battlefield in the distance, at the Daibun soldiers who were fighting.
The generals and soldiers who died in the territory of the Witchcraft Cult and the old soldiers who died in the Shanhaiguan Pass Battle, what they sacrificed their lives for, what they sacrificed their lives for, what they sacrificed their lives for, could be summed up in one word: serving the country and the people.
"Didn't I, Wei Yuan, bring them here to die for the same reason?"
The black shadow looked down coldly from above, like a god looking down on the common people, looking down on ants.
The black shadow raised its hand and gently pressed its finger down.
The anger of a god was terrible, but how could a mortal be qualified to feel the anger of a god? For a god, a mortal was just an existence that could be crushed to death with one finger.
What was the difference between a mortal and an ant?
The sound of bones breaking rang out. Before the god's attack arrived, its power had already broken all the bones in Wei Yuan's body.
His spine suddenly bent, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders, and he could no longer raise his head.
At this time, Wei Yuan was like a porcelain that was about to fall apart, and his body was already full of cracks.
This scene was extremely similar to how the Golden Body Dharma Idol had forced Xu Qi 'an to kneel during the Buddhist Sect's battle.
At this moment, he seemed to hear the roar of Xu Qi 'an and the roar of tens of thousands of people in the capital.
Wei Yuan's eyes suddenly burst with light, clear and bright.
"In my life, I do not worship gods, do not worship Buddha, do not believe in kings, only for the common people.
The heartless gods are my enemies. "
Wei Yuan straightened his body bit by bit. All the bones in his body were broken, including his spine. At this time, he was able to straighten his back, probably because he had some faith supporting him.
In today's Nine States, few people knew why Confucian Sages sealed the Witchcraft Sect.
Few people knew why Emperor Gaozu went back on his words.
Few people knew that in ancient times, the Witchcraft Sect had once invaded the Central Plains and destroyed the fate of the human race.
He, Wei Yuan, did not want the backbone of the civilization to collapse. He did not want the human race of the Central Plains to bow their heads and be slaves for generations.
The finger that condensed the wrath of the gods fell from the sky.
He raised his trembling hand and held the carving knife. Dark red blood flowed like water.
A hand reached out from behind and held the carving knife with him.
At some point, the huge shadow that was hundreds of feet tall had disappeared. It appeared behind Wei Yuan, as if it was the most solid support for this hero from a thousand years later.
Wei Yuan's hand was no longer trembling.
A thousand years ago, there was Confucian Sages, and a thousand years later, there was Wei Yuan!
The scholar was high-spirited and angry. He roared at the Witchcraft Sect.
"You, the Witchcraft Sect, want to invade the fate of the Daibun and destroy the fate of the human race of the Central Plains. Have you asked me, Wei Yuan?"
Wei Yuan held the carving knife of Confucian Sages and gently pushed it forward.
The carving knife emitted a dazzling brilliance.
It had been more than one thousand two hundred years since Confucian Sages last used his knife.
This knife had crossed a thousand years of time.
There was no longer such a stunning knife light in the world. There was no such ostentatious spirit.
A power that surpassed ranks exploded above the altar.
The sky collapsed.
The dark shadow formed by the Witchcraft Sect crumbled inch by inch, collapsing into a terrible wave that swept across the world.
This wave of power swept over the hills and flattened them; swept over the oceans and set off tsunamis; swept over the cities and turned them into ruins.
Nangong Qianrou rode in the front and led the heavy cavalry to retreat. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was twisted.
'Godfather, you must survive.'
Zhang Kaitai and the other Jinluo and high-ranked Warriors were also fleeing. They were in a race of death.
Everyone was fleeing. They were fleeing in panic.
After a long time, the aftermath of this wave dissipated. Everywhere it passed was razed to the ground.
The Witchcraft Sect's headquarter and Jingshan City became history.
Only the altar, which was sealed by Confucian Sages and protected by the power of the Witchcraft Sect, survived this destructive wave.
Wei Yuan stood proudly on the altar, wearing ragged green clothes.
"Why …"
In the void, an ethereal voice came, but it was no longer grand.
Behind him, the shadow of Confucian Sages stepped into the Witchcraft Sect's sculpture. The cracked gap repaired itself.
The Witchcraft Sect was sealed again.
'Why?'
Wei Yuan turned around wearily and looked at the Central Plains. He rose to power in the sixth year of Yuanjing. He defeated the barbarian cavalry and became a rising noble in Daibun. Then, he strategized in the Battle of Shanhai Pass and won this great battle that changed the structure of Nine States.
Then, he destroyed his cultivation and entered the court. He fought against many parties in the court and suppressed the officials as a eunuch. Glory, achievements, power, all in his hands, he was glorious.
Throughout his life, there were many things that his political enemies could not understand even after studying for half their lives.
He had no children, no family, and was all alone.
Gold, silver, and silk, which were regarded as spiritual support by the eunuchs, were also nothing to him.
After decades of ups and downs in the officialdom, did he really have no desires?
Wei Yuan's eyes seemed to penetrate thousands of mountains and rivers. He saw the secondary Sage Hall on the top of Qingyun Mountain, the stone tablet standing in the hall, and the four crooked sentences.
Why?
Wei Yuan said softly, "To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to establish a life for the people, to continue learning for the sages, and to establish peace for all ages."
He closed his eyes and never opened them again.
…
In the autumn of Yuanjing 37, Wei Yuan led 100,000 troops to capture the headquarter of the Witchcraft Sect and sealed the Witchcraft Sect.
Jingshan City was turned into ruins, and hundreds of thousands of people were killed.
This was the first time in history that the cavalry of the Central Plains broke through the headquarter of the Witchcraft Sect.
His name was recorded in history.
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