Qiu Chongshan stared at the Glory of the People in shock. He watched as the power of the fighting souls left his body and Fang Yun's glory.
At this moment, Fang Yun was bathed in the holy light. The Glory of the People behind him occupied half of the sky. From afar, it looked like a pair of wings.
The Glory of the People did not have the slightest lethality. It could not even kill the demon soldiers. However, it was invulnerable and the sages would not punish it. All the power formed by the will of the people retreated when they saw the Glory of the People.
The fighting souls compared to the Glory of the People were like a candle flame compared to the sun. They could not be compared.
Qiu Chongshan stood rooted to the ground and looked at the white Glory of the People in disbelief. This was because the power of his fighting souls had completely dissipated. The 100,000 fighting souls had completely fallen asleep and would not help him anymore.
After a while, Qiu Chongshan sighed and said, "I admit defeat."
"Thank you for letting me win!" Fang Yun's white clothes were whiter than snow. He stood between the heavens and the earth and his gaze was still gentle.
The snowy battlefield dissipated and the two figures appeared in the valley.
Fang Yun realized that the people in front of him were all standing. He then looked around and saw that everyone, including the Qing Emperor, had already stood up.
Even though the Lei family looked angry, they all stood up obediently. They were afraid that the Fire of the Three Rites would descend again.
Young scholars from all over the world looked at Fang Yun, their faces full of admiration.
Some people had doubts about Fang Yun's position as Xusheng. However, when the Glory of the People appeared, all the doubts disappeared.
It was easy to win the hearts of the people, but difficult to win the Glory of the People. The hearts of the people could be bought and deceived. They could be fooled, but the Glory of the People could not be deceived.
The ministers or monarchs of various countries could easily buy the hearts of the people and beautify their own selfish desires. They were best at tarnishing the reputation of a few people and then sacrificing them. They claimed that it was for the majority, but in reality, only a few people in the upper echelons would gain the real benefits.
Many scholars stayed away from the imperial court because they could not stand those officials who were like actors.
However, the Glory of the People was the purest form of the hearts of the people. Apart from the founding emperors and monarchs of great changes, the Glory of the People was the purest form of the people. There were also the Saints who were bound to obtain the Light of All People, but almost no one could wield the Light of All People. The Glory of the People.
Slowly, the radiance dissipated.
Qiu Chongshan's expression was complicated as he looked at Fang Yun. If he could win, then the Qing Emperor and the Zong Clan would give the order. Moving the families of the 100,000 martyrs back to Saint Origin World. Even if he failed, as long as he could deal a blow to Fang Yun, he would be able to send one of the descendants of the 100,000 martyrs back to Saint Origin World to study.
The environment in the Ancient Desolate City was far worse than in the Saint Origin World. Therefore, only the top geniuses had the opportunity to advance. As for those who were average or slightly talented, they would usually stop at Scholar or Elementary Scholar. Becoming a High Scholar was the limit. Many of them could become Grand Scholars if they returned to the Saint Origin World.
However, talent was limited in the Saint Origin World. The number of slots for the Imperial Examinations could only slowly increase. It was unknown when everyone would be truly equal.
In order to move the 100,000 families back, Qiu Chongshan had been running around for many years. However, the resistance was too great.
The Notre-Dame had already rewarded the 100,000 families enough. Their lives in the Ancient Land of Barren City were better than those of ordinary people. However, the decision to relocate the 100,000 families had to be made by the royal family of Gyeongo.
Qiu Chongshan looked at the gradually dissipating Glory of the People. His heart was filled with confusion. He was no longer sure if the deaths of his comrades were worth it. They had contributed greatly. Why would they be willing to retreat in front of the Glory of the People?
The secret letter that was soaked in blood was only exchanged for a better life for their families?
If they could live, their families would be willing to live a harder life.
Qiu Chongshan could only feel sorrow welling up in his heart. His vision blurred. Suddenly, he saw a figure in a green scholar's uniform plunging into the fog. Then, he saw the backs of the Hanlin Academy students in white robes disappearing into the fog. One by one, team by team, army by army ….
In the end, all 100,000 people entered the fog. He was the only one who did not move. Only the blood-soaked secret letter floated in the air.
"Who is still here?"
There was nothing left. Nobody was here!
The 100,000 souls left. Were they complaining that the only person alive could not settle their families down?
Qiu Chongshan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly. Tears welled up in his eyes, but they did not fall.
Qiu Chongshan had never shed a tear since his 100,000 comrades died in the mountains.
Qiu Chongshan turned around and slowly walked towards Gyeongo's seat. He hunched his back and lowered his head. He could not see the direction. He walked further and further away.
Countless scholars saw this scene and had the same thought in their minds.
This person had collapsed. Whether it was physically or mentally, he had completely collapsed.
After a dozen steps, Qiu Chongshan suddenly heard a clear and melodious voice coming from behind him.
"I'm still here!"
Qiu Chongshan's body trembled. Tears gushed out like a broken dam.
At this moment, he finally understood why the 100,000 souls left in peace.
They had completed their mission. He had also completed his mission. There was no need for him to bear any more burdens. No one would blame him.
Because there were other people. There was also Fang Yun.
Qiu Chongshan stood where he was. He suddenly remembered the contents of the secret letter. His tears flowed freely, but his face was full of smiles.
Qiu Chongshan's back was facing Fang Yun. He said loudly, "Fang Xusheng, you must win in Mitani Lien Chan. I and my 100,000 comrades have entrusted everything to you! We have no regrets! "
With that, Qiu Chong Shan's figure disappeared like the Fighting Souls from top to bottom.
Fang Yun was stunned. Everyone in the audience was stunned.
Qiu Chongshan had passed away.
Fang Yun only felt a sense of injustice rising in his heart. It accumulated in his heart and did not dissipate for a long time.
Fang Yun looked at Gyeongo's seat. His gaze fell on Qing Jun's face.
Qing Jun lowered his head slightly and looked away. He did not look at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun took a deep breath and said slowly, "General Qiu passed away peacefully. If he had any last wishes, I would inherit them. Everyone, please join me in mourning for him for a hundred breaths of time and comfort his soul in heaven. "
Fang Yun said and lowered his head.
The audience mourned.
After a while, Fang Yun looked at Qing Jun and said slowly, "Next!"
The entire audience was originally filled with sadness, but it was destroyed by Fang Yun's sword-like voice.
Zong Jibing suddenly stood up. He had inherited the blood of the Ice Clan. His body hair was more luxuriant than ordinary people. He was not much taller than Fang Yun, but his body was very broad. Even though he was over 70 years old, his muscles were still strong and full of explosive strength.
His eyes were different from ordinary people's. His eyes glowed with a faint blue light. His skin was so white that it was a little sickly.
"Greetings, Fang Xusheng!"
Fang Yun nodded and did not say anything.
Zong Jibing snorted and said, "I did not have much contact with Brother Chongshan, but we did meet a few times. Although you won this battle, you dispersed the souls of the War Clan and caused him to lose. Wen Zhan has nothing to live for. Today, I will defeat you on his behalf and use your defeat as a sacrifice to him! "
"Oh." Fang Yun replied casually. The coldness in his eyes grew stronger.
Zong Jibing's veins stood out on his forehead. He did not expect Fang Yun to look down on him.
The Zong Sheng family and Fang Yun were like fire and water. When it came to the battle of the Holy Road, there was no room for negotiation.
As a mixed-blood of the Ice Clan, Zong Jibing could not cross the threshold of Hanlin Academy no matter how talented he was. Unless Half-saint helped him personally.
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