Chapter 568
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Yan Chuan's poetic prowess was also exposed.
An aura of great tragedy suddenly surged out.
Like a vast storm, the atmosphere of great tragedy and sorrow swept across the entire Myriad Immortals Pilgrimage Conference in an instant.
Although the Immortals did not disappear, countless demons appeared around them.
Mr. Munro's painting also seemed to appear around everyone.
"Help!"
"Heavens, save my son!"
"Mother! Save me! "
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Heaven and earth collapsed, and great suffering appeared around everyone in an instant. The originally pious mood of the pilgrimage was suddenly forgiven by the tragic disaster in front of them. For a moment, countless cultivators were at a loss and sorrow.
Piety, sorrow, these two emotions collided together.
Yan Chuan's poem appeared.
Bitter, bitter, bitter!
Nine bitter words in a row tugged at the hearts of countless people.
The sages of the Julu Academy suddenly looked at Yan Chuan's poem together, and suddenly, they were all shocked.
Disasters appeared around them, and they were on par with the power of the Ten Thousand Immortals.
"This is an essay comparable to the Pilgrimage Conference. It's a world-shocking essay, and we can't judge it anymore!" Yue Yi said with a bitter smile.
"Yes, these two essays are beyond our knowledge. We can't judge, we can't judge!"
"Whose is better?"
"It's hard to say who is better!" Meng Ziqiu said with a bitter smile.
Bitter, bitter, bitter!
Nine bitter words appeared in a row, and Sima Yuntian's face darkened. He knew how powerful Yan Chuan was. The aura of great sorrow hit them in the face, and Mr. Munro's painting seemed to have come to life.
The heavens are suffering, the earth is suffering, the sun and moon are suffering, the common people are suffering, the myriad races are suffering, the heavenly dao is suffering, humanity is suffering, the world is suffering, and the human heart is suffering!
Once the nine bitter words appeared, the disasters in the original painting were vividly expressed. Great sorrow, great suffering, great disaster, and great calamity!
Just as everyone was reading Yan Chuan's masterpiece, no one noticed the statue of Goddess Zhichen behind them.
The statue of Goddess Zhichen, which was twice as tall as the Hundred Saints, suddenly had two drops of tears in its eyes that bemoaned the state of the universe and pitied the fate of mankind.
Two drops of tears slowly formed on the statue of the goddess who bemoaned the state of the universe and pitied the fate of mankind.
The goddess statue was crying!
It was as if she had seen the calamity of the world, the destruction of the world, the collapse of the heavens and the earth. The statue of the goddess shed tears of compassion for the common people of the world.
Tears fell from Zhi Chen's eyes. The hundred saints, who were trembling with excitement, suddenly stopped trembling.
The goddess wept sorrowfully, but the hundred saints remained motionless.
The Vast Righteous Energy that soared into the sky was instantly withdrawn. The bright sky immediately turned dark again.
Night returned to Julu City.
The overwhelming righteousness retreated back into the Hundred Saints statue, as if the Hundred Saints statue could not use the overwhelming righteousness at all.
The Hundred Saints felt ashamed because of Goddess Zhi Chen's tears. They were all crying and repenting for Goddess Zhi Chen!
All of a sudden, the Hundred Saints retracted all of their righteousness, causing everyone to turn around.
"She's crying! Goddess Zhichen is crying!" Someone cried out first.
"Goddess Zhichen cried when she saw the suffering of the people!"
"Why would a statue cry? Why are you crying? "
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Almost everyone was stunned by Goddess Zhi Chen's tears. Sima Yuntian also turned his head and saw the two drops of tears falling from the sky.
Those two teardrops dripped down, as if they were saying something, as if they were pitying something. Those two teardrops pushed Yan Chuan's nine Hardships to the peak. These were two drops of tears of sorrow!
In front of Goddess Zhi Chen's two drops of tears, the Pilgrimage of Ten Thousand Immortals was so laughable that the Hundred Saints retracted all of their righteousness in shame!
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