Chapter 268: Reaching the Summit! The Heavens' Pride!

Chapter 268: Reaching the Summit! The Heavens' Pride!

In the heart of Zhongzhou City, all Ru cultivators stared blankly at the sky.

An endless surge of Hao Ran Qi filled the air, obscuring the sky, and one after another, extraordinary phenomena rose into view.

The towering statue of Emperor Wen at the city's center now radiated with a brilliance that illuminated the entire Zhongzhou City.

The countless strands of Hao Ran Qi seemed to envelop the statue of Emperor Wen, like swallows returning to their nest.

The entire city fell silent, not a sound to be heard.

After a while, a deafening roar erupted, filling the air with astonishment.

"Good heavens! I've never seen such an abundance of righteous energy in my life! How much cultivation realm will this boost?"

"Incredible! Those poems and verses are all new creations, could Su Changqing be the reincarnation of a poetry immortal?"

"With such terrifying righteous energy, he might even be able to directly advance to the King's Realm!"

"Not just that! Even the Saint Realm might be within reach!"

"To reach the Saint Realm in a single day? So, the ancient records were true, there really are prodigies born with innate knowledge!"

The uproar filled the skies and engulfed Zhongzhou City.

Every Ru cultivator's face was filled with fervor, their eyes brimming with envy.

Reaching the Saint Realm in a single day!

This was something almost unimaginable in other Daoist sects, yet it had actually happened.

The impact it had on people was unparalleled.

For an ordinary person to cultivate to the Saint Realm, it would take an entire lifetime.

But Su Changqing had done it in just one day! If Su Changqing were to come to Zhongzhou now, the accumulated righteous energy would enable him to reach the Saint Realm in a single day.

Moreover, what others didn't know was that most of the extraordinary phenomena that Emperor Wen had manifested over the past two years were Su Changqing's doing.

If you add the previously accumulated righteous energy, Su Changqing might not just reach the Saint Realm in a day; the realm he could attain would be utterly terrifying.

This scene caused a stir in Zhongzhou and left the Court Faction utterly speechless.

"We've lost," Mo Ren muttered, staring blankly.

Even the shadow of Emperor Wen had been dispersed, what chance did they have? He had calculated all the strategies of the Ru Xian lineage.

But he never expected that the Ru Xian's junior disciple would be such a prodigy!

Not only could Mo Yun not compete, but even if Emperor Wen himself were to face Su Changqing, he would have to bow down!

With the Four Arts leading to the Dao and unmatched poetry, who could rival such a terrifying Ru Dao realm?

In the grand hall, everyone fell silent, except for the two great Confucian scholars, Mo Lan and Yi Xian, whose eyes reflected both awe and a hint of confusion.

"The poetry competition back then..."

The two looked up at the youth in the sky, whispering to themselves,

"Could it be that Ling Si truly won?"

...

On the Dao Platform, Su Changqing unleashed a mighty force, using his formidable skills to shatter the shadow of Emperor Wen.

The world trembled, and countless faces showed awe.

Each powerful poem, each terrifying phenomenon, made it clear to all just how formidable Su Changqing's Ru Dao realm was.

It was no less than the pinnacle of the Sword Dao!

"Impossible! How could Emperor Wen possibly lose?"

Mo Yun's eyes were filled with disbelief, and his expression turned frantic as he roared,

"You cheated! How could Emperor Wen possibly lose?"

"How could your poetry possibly rival the Great Emperor?"

Mo Yun, who had always been blessed with smooth sailing and unparalleled talent, experienced the greatest blow of his life.

His pride in his talent and accomplishments seemed insignificant before Su Changqing, like a firefly under the moon.

Insignificant and not worth mentioning.

"How could I possibly rival the Great Emperor?"

Su Changqing smiled at the question and, stepping into the air, casually replied,

"The mountains left by the ancients are not meant for us to merely gaze upon, but to be climbed."

"When I leave my footprints on the mountain peak, that mountain will no longer be lofty, but merely a stepping stone for me to gaze upon the world."

The simple yet deafening words caused all the cultivators in the world to fall silent.

Their eyes showed awe, and they contemplated his words.

The Great Emperor was an unattainable figure in everyone's eyes, a pinnacle that could only be admired from afar.

But in Su Changqing's words, the Great Emperor was merely a stepping stone.

Arrogant? They didn't hear arrogance in Su Changqing's tone, only a sense of matter-of-factness.

With an invincible spirit, how could one fear others?

Everything in the world, no matter how high the peaks, was just a stepping stone!

This simple statement caused countless proud cultivators to reflect and reach a new level of understanding.

At that moment, in various corners of the continent, countless people bowed respectfully towards Su Changqing, whispering softly.

"I've learned my lesson."

...

"I don't believe you. It's impossible," Mo Yun said, having suffered one blow after another, his Dao heart seemingly damaged.

He spoke in a frenzied manner, wanting to say more.

But at that moment, Su Changqing no longer gave him the chance.

He stomped his foot, and a chessboard-like pattern spread across the sky, blocking out the heavens.

Countless strands of righteous energy, like stars, fell from the chessboard, and a terrifying force descended.

Boom!

Mo Yun, who had reached the pinnacle of the Four Arts and was among the Heavens' Pride, along with his followers, dissipated like smoke.

There were still many disciples of the Great Confucian lineage, but at that moment, they stood dumbfounded, without a thought of resistance.

After effortlessly eliminating Mo Yun, Su Changqing descended from the sky, walking forward with a calm demeanor.

At that moment, the disciples of the Great Confucian lineage still stood in his way.

But as Su Changqing took his leisurely steps, the dense crowd parted, creating a path for him.

At this moment, all the Ru cultivators on the Ru-Dao platform were silent, their faces filled with reverence as they watched the young man slowly stride towards the pinnacle of the Ru-Dao.

After a while, Su Changqing reached the end of the platform. He paused briefly, then took the final step onto the last platform.

Boom! In an instant, the vast trend of fortune gathered on the platform surged and condensed above Su Changqing's head.

A 'Ru' character Dao pattern slowly appeared on his Tianling.

Su Changqing looked up, then turned to face the crowd below, including all the Ru cultivators who were watching him. He spoke in a clear voice, "Su Changqing, the fourth personally-instructed disciple of the Ru-Xian, has today reached the summit of the Dao platform."

"May the Ru-Dao flourish for ten thousand years, and may the Dao thrive!"

Su Changqing's words were spoken on behalf of the Ru-Xian lineage.

His current position was visible to all the scholars in the world.

He wanted those from the Court Faction and the wavering Ru cultivators to see this.

The Ru-Xian lineage still held the dominant trend!

Apparently, Su Changqing's words had once again stabilized the Sheng Xueyuan, which had been swaying in the wind.

Those wavering Ru cultivators would now have to think twice before joining the Court Faction.

Who would be in control of the future of the Ru-Dao?

However, although Su Changqing's ascension to the pinnacle of the Ru-Dao had resolved the crisis of the Sheng Xueyuan, he was unaware that his own safety had reached a critical point.

He had clearly stated his stance, but this also meant he had exposed his weakness.

At this moment, in the Tian Jian Xian Mansion.

Ximen Xiu gazed into the sky, a cold and sinister look in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that you are still a personally-instructed disciple of the Ru-Xian."

"With the Sky-Obscuring Formation protecting you, it's true that I couldn't find you."

"But I don't believe that if something happened to the Sheng Xueyuan, he wouldn't show himself!"

Just then, Ximen Xiu's communication talisman suddenly vibrated.

Several messages arrived almost simultaneously.

Jiaye: "The Zhongzhou Literary Gathering is about to begin. The Sheng Xueyuan is no match for the Mu Family, but this can force Su Changqing to reveal himself!"

Zhao Shanke: "The Literary Gathering in half a month will be the decisive battle between the Ru-Xian lineage and the Court Faction. Su Changqing will definitely appear, and we will strike together at that time!"

Demon Lord: "Hehehe, good opportunity, Brother Ximen. You should make a trip to Zhongzhou in half a month."

One by one, the top experts of the Cangyan Continent sent messages.

Although the matter of the Imperial Tomb had been temporarily suppressed by the Fenyuntaif, it didn't mean that the strong cultivators and various forces of the continent had forgotten about it.

In the past, they couldn't find Su Changqing, so they had no choice but to give up.

But now, with the turmoil in the Ru-Dao and the impending decisive battle, the Literary Gathering would be the perfect opportunity.

If Su Changqing didn't participate, the Sheng Xueyuan would surely be defeated!

And if Su Changqing showed up, the strong cultivators of the entire continent would never let him leave unscathed.

This was a scheme in plain sight, and an unavoidable calamity.

If Su Changqing didn't appear, the collapse of the Sheng Xueyuan, established by the Ru-Xian, would surely damage his mental state.

But if he participated, although the Ru-Dao could be saved, he would fall into a trap, making him an enemy of the world!

This was a difficult choice, and the only chance for the strong cultivators of the continent to corner Su Changqing.

When the time came, the strong cultivators of the entire continent would strike together. How could a single Su family stop them?

"I'll let you be arrogant for a while."

Ximen Xiu looked towards the sky and coldly smiled, "When the time comes for reckoning, I want to see who can save you!"

...

Su Changqing was somewhat aware of the potential crisis lurking behind him.

But some things had to be done, just like how he had to come to the Fenyuntaif.

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The matter of the Imperial Tomb couldn't be delayed indefinitely; it had to be resolved eventually.

But that was a story for another time. What Su Changqing needed to do now was to use this vast trend of fortune to break through the Divine.output!

"Cultivate the Divine.output, and with its power, command the forces of heaven and earth."

Su Changqing stood at the pinnacle of the Dao platform, with the vast trend of fortune gathered above his Tianling.

Recalling the uniqueness of the Divine.output, his eyes lit up with anticipation.

The Qinglian Creation Body, which was left to him by the silent master, was something he had pondered over in his free time.

Its complexity and profundity surpassed even that of the Heavenly God Body and the Unique Cavity Method.

He had attempted it before, and to condense his Divine.output, he needed to prepare a large amount of special resources to construct it.

But now, this vast trend of fortune across heaven and earth was more suitable and powerful than any other resource.

The condensation of the Divine.output required harmony with heaven and earth, allowing for better utilization of their power.

And with the integration of the trend of fortune, the Divine.output would become even more formidable in commanding the forces of heaven and earth!

"With the trend of fortune across heaven and earth, and the Qinglian Creation Body, an incredibly powerful secret art."

Su Changqing's eyes shone with anticipation, "I wonder what kind of Divine.output I will condense."

With this thought, Su Changqing didn't hesitate and prepared to break through.

However, as he circulated his cultivation technique to construct the Divine.output, he discovered that the trend of fortune on the platform was still unusable.

Su Changqing was taken aback, and just as he was puzzled, an excited shout came from the distance.

He looked up and saw Ye Xiao'er on the pinnacle of the Sword Dao platform, waving his hand excitedly.

"Brother Changqing, I'm here too!"

Ye Xiao'er had strong natural talent and had joined the Sword Emperor Zong, further improving his skills in the Sword Dao.

In addition, with the support of the many disciples from the Sword Emperor's Sect on the Sword Platform, it was no surprise that he ascended to the Dao Platform.

"I didn't expect your Ru Dao realm to be this powerful as well."

At this moment, on the Dan Dao Platform, Chu Xi's petite figure gradually emerged.

As the terrifying Imperial Body of her generation, she had no equal in combat on the Dan Dao Platform.

She was likely the most relaxed among those who had reached the summit.

Su Changqing smiled and greeted the two before turning his gaze elsewhere.

"Hmph!"

On the Wu Dao Platform, Zhao Batian coldly stared at Su Changqing, "After becoming a disciple of Wu Jiuling, you actually went to cultivate the Ru Dao."

"Could it be that Wu Jiuling kicked you out of his sect?"

Upon hearing this, Su Changqing's smile froze, and he glanced over.

After examining him up and down, he smiled faintly and said, "A Tian Wu person?"

"Could it be that you are the useless one Master mentioned?"

Zhao Batian's eyes blazed with anger at these words, and his aura surged with power, "What skill is there in just talking?"

"Do you dare to come to my Wu Dao Platform and fight?"

Ye Xiao Yi's strange gaze fell upon him, as if looking at a dead man.

Fight against Changqing in Wu Dao? How dare Zhao Batian?

Su Changqing smiled but didn't respond; he merely looked elsewhere.

However, when he saw the person on the Fo Dao Platform, his expression suddenly changed.

"Such a familiar feeling."

On the Fo Dao Platform stood a serene-looking young monk with a compassionate smile.

This young monk was enveloped in a gentle light, with a light red dot between his eyebrows, making him appear exceptionally comfortable.

But what struck Su Changqing as odd was that this person gave him a sense of deja vu.

"Little monk greets the benefactor."

The young monk noticed Su Changqing's gaze and smiled, bowing slightly.

"Have we... met before?" Su Changqing asked hesitantly.

"Of course."

The young monk replied with a calm smile, "Back in the Tai Xu Restricted Zone, I once summoned you, Su benefactor."

"But unfortunately, our fate had not yet arrived, and it is only today that we can finally meet."

Su Changqing was taken aback by these words, but after a moment of contemplation, his expression changed instantly.

"You are... Shan Xing!"

Indeed, in the Tai Xu Restricted Zone, he had received a summons from the second source outside the Imperial Tomb.

The source of that summons was the Eight Treasures Lo Pan in his Fate Palace.

Later, he had inquired about it with the Buddhist Peak Master of the Little Immortal Sect.

According to the rumors, this Eight Treasures Lo Pan originally belonged to the legendary Shan Xing Bodhisattva.

In Buddhism, Shan Xing was almost a legendary figure.

But he never expected that the other party would actually come back to life!

"It's all thanks to you, Su benefactor."

Shan Xing smiled lightly and said, "If it weren't for the emergence of the Imperial Tomb, the Buddhists would not have sent people to investigate, and I wouldn't have been discovered."

"However, even though I have returned, my body is still incomplete. I hope you can help me, Su benefactor."

Su Changqing narrowed his eyes at these words, "How can I help?"

"Can the Eight Treasures Lo Pan be returned to its original owner?"

Shan Xing's smile remained as he said, "Only I, among mortals, can use the Heavenly Buddha Body within it."

"Hehe."

Su Changqing chuckled lightly at these words, "If you have the ability, just come and take it yourself."

"I also want to see the extraordinary skills of the legendary Shan Xing Bodhisattva."

The Buddhists were making things difficult for him again, trying to take back the Lo Pan with just a few simple words?

Shan Xing was indeed powerful, but at the same level, he truly had no fear of anyone.

"I will definitely seek your guidance in the future."

A glimmer of light flashed in Shan Xing's eyes as he recited a Buddhist mantra with a smile.

At this moment, the onlookers' gazes towards Shan Xing also became slightly more serious.

They had also heard of Shan Xing Bodhisattva.

However, those who had come to this place were all peerless geniuses of the world, and no one was truly afraid of anyone else.

"If you need help, Mr. Shan Xing, please feel free to ask."

The Elf Race's top genius, Man Shi, smiled and greeted Su Changqing.

Back in the Elf Realm, he had even shared a drink with Su Changqing.

Upon hearing this, the geniuses on the summit all raised their eyebrows in surprise.

The Elf Race had the fewest people, but each one was incredibly powerful.

They never expected that Su Changqing would have connections with the Elf Race.

"Why didn't you come?"

Su Changqing nodded with a smile and then asked.

"The King went to the outside world, and the Ancestral Spirit said he was looking for something."

Man Shi smiled and replied.

The expressions of those present changed slightly again upon hearing this, especially Jin Wu Shengyu.

The titles 'King' and 'Ancestral Spirit' represented something so formidable that it was intimidating.

Su Changqing's relationship with the Elf Race seemed to be more than just a simple friendship.

Not far away, Ming Zi of the Demon Dao Platform, Zhao Batian of the Wu Dao, and Shan Xing of the Fo Dao all had solemn expressions.

As for Ye Xiao Yi and Chu Xi, they were amazed by Su Changqing's extensive connections.

At this moment, the nine Dao Platforms stood tall, each occupied by a peerless genius.

Behind them, the surging power of their respective Dao traditions seemed to slowly merge and undergo changes.

The atmosphere in the venue was somewhat subtle, as if everyone was waiting for the consolidation of the world's destiny.

At that time, the peaks of the Dao Platforms would be completely connected.

And that would also signify the true division of the world's destiny and the opportunity for confrontation.

Just as this moment arrived, Saint Yu of the Demon Race Platform spoke up, his voice calm,

"Since the Human Race has decided on a winner..."

"It's our turn, the Demon Race!"

(End of Chapter)

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