Chapter 467 – Unrivaled Scholar of the State

The clouds in the azure sky suddenly collapsed and dissolved, leaving only a blue sky.

That power that rushed down to the sky, that existence that had yet to appear, seemed to not be able to rub a bit of sand in its eyes.

Between the heavens and the earth, a pair of eyes opened, filled with the wisdom to see everything, as well as unshakable calmness.

Between the mountains and the sea, a silhouette as tall as a hundred feet emerged, wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown, with a blurred face and a long flowing beard.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the blazing sun in the sky seemed to have dimmed a few points.

This silhouette had its head in the blue sky and its feet in the ocean.

As soon as this virtual shadow came out, within a hundred miles of Jing Mountain, clear air surrounded the area, and the sound of reading aloud came from the void.

The clear air of the Confucian academy accumulated over a thousand years is like the light of a glowing fire in comparison.

Confucian saints!

The great man who pioneered the Confucian system and transcended rank.

For the first time in more than 1,200 years since the death of the Confucian saint, someone has summoned his spirit.

At this moment, the sculpture of the Sorcerer God trembled violently, and the entire altar, the entire valley shook as if it was an earthquake.

At this moment, all the living beings within a hundred mile radius of Jing Mountain City were prostrate on the ground, trembling with fear.

Ilb and Udapota, trembling, spines curved, stubbornly refusing to prostrate themselves, were the last of the third-rate sorcerers’ decency.

The great sorcerer, Saren Agu, gazed up at the huge silhouette that topped the sky, his lips trembling softly.

He muttered, “Confucian saint ………”

Since the birth of the civilization of the human race, the changes in rituals and systems have been complicated and confusing. However, if we extend the river of history and look at it from a macroscopic perspective, the changes in the civilization of the human race can simply be classified into two stages:

Pre-Confucian and Post-Confucian.

Before the birth of Confucianism, the system was volatile and unstable, in a phase of relative chaos.

It was only after the birth of Confucianism that the civilization of the human race had a cornerstone, a fundamental of all changes.

In the hundreds of thousands of years after the conclusion of the Age of Gods and Demons, if we talk about luck and fortune, the ancient emperors or the thousands of emperors of the later generations are not as good as the Confucian saints.

As the founder of human civilization, the Confucian Sage was more like born out of necessity.

Wei Yuan’s eyes were replaced by a clear light, highlighting a god-like indifference, his flesh cracked open with fine cracks, the Confucian crown and carving knife flooded with clear light, repairing his body over and over again, re-cracking it over and over again, and the cycle began again and again.

At this moment, what he shouldered was not only the power beyond the grade, but also the first-class majestic luck since the birth of the human race.

It was not without reason that no one had ever been able to summon the soul of the Confucian Sage after his passing.

Wei Yuan raised his head, staring at Emperor Chaste in the air, and faintly said, “Might as well make a sword strike!”

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc looked at him coldly.

A sword chopped down.

The sword light was brilliant, time and space seemed to freeze at this moment, there had never been such a magnificent sword aura in the world, because in history, there was no swordsman who had surpassed the grade.

“Ah …….”

Miserable screams resounded through the battlefield, and a few experts who had the guts to catch a glimpse of this scene saw their bodies undergo creepy mutations.

Some of them suddenly had sword qi shooting out of their bodies, and afterward, they were in pieces.

Some of the bodies were tinted iron gray and turned into a statue.

Some caught fire abruptly and quickly turned to ash, leaving two blackened and oiled footprints on the ground.

Some turned into yellow sand and collapsed; others lignified their flesh and blood, their skin appeared with a wood grain, and green leaves grew out of their pores.

Zhang Kaitai and the other experts violently closed their eyes and lowered their heads, not daring to look at the sword light.

Fear exploded in their hearts.

Battles involving the pinnacle level of the Kyushu World could really easily turn a territory into a wasteland.

The brilliant sword light had reached his eyes in an instant.

Wei Yuan raised his foot and stomped forward, his voice like a loud bell: “Before the Confucian Sage, who dares to be reckless!”

That hundred-foot silhouette synchronized its too feet and stepped forward gently.

This foot stepped down, the ocean suddenly set off a tsunami hundreds of feet high, Jing Mountain completely collapsed, the mountain collapsed, the tsunami ……..

The power of the Confucian Sage’s foot leveled the mountains and turned the earth into a zephyr.

The five-colored sword light collapsed with a bang, transforming into pure power of the five elements, rendering the sky colorful and magnificent.

Saren Agu, Chaste Emperor, Ilbu, and Udabota, the four super experts were struck in the chest by a wave of clear qi that almost swept across this side of heaven and earth, and were like leaves in the wind, their bodies quickly breaking down.

The four top powerhouses stared at the experts, repairing their injuries, their breath had fallen to the bottom, and their ambitions were even more devastated.

The sword that the four had combined their efforts had already reached a strength that surpassed the grade, but unexpectedly, under a kick from the Confucian Sage, it went up in smoke.

The collapsed five elements of the sword qi directly changed the elemental laws of this heaven and earth, with sky-high trees growing out of the sea, gurgling streams flowing out of the rocks, and flames burning on the surface of the sea ………

It wasn’t that the sword wasn’t powerful enough.

It is the Confucian saint who is too strong.

Emperor Jeanne d’Arc’s breath was unsteady, and the ebony light that wrapped around his body turned into black flames that backfired on himself.

He cultivated the Human Sect Way, which would likewise be scorched by the karmic fire, and had firmly suppressed the karmic fire over the past few decades, relying on his status and position as a king of the country.

Fang was hit by Qing Qi, his breath weakened, and the karmic fire immediately backfired.

He took a deep breath, gulped in the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, and his Yang Shen body, which the Taoist sect claimed would not be erased by ten thousand tribulations, emitted golden light and extinguished the karmic fire.

………..

Wei Yuan’s face paled for a few moments, no longer paying attention to the four defeated men, he turned around, and walked towards that altar in the valley.

The power of the Confucian Sage was destroying his body all the time, despite the carving knife, the Confucian crown, and the blessing of Zhao Shou. But for Wei Yuan, it was still an unbearable weight.

Summoning an existence beyond the grade comes at a cost.

There is no esoteric spell backlash, there is just the simple truth of “carrying too much weight”.

As Wei Yuan turned around, the silhouette of the Confucian Sage turned towards the valley in synchronization and stepped forward.

No one dares to stand in the way of the Confucian Sage, not even the First Grade.

Saren Agu looked at the green clothes, and did not get angry because of the great power, still calm and gentle, slowly said:

“Wei Yuan, you have outstanding talent, even if the Sorcerer God unseals the seal, you will still be able to stand alone, why bother?”

When the Confucian Sage sealed the Witch God, there was a huge hidden secret. Throughout the nine states, the number of people who knew the secret was only a handful.

How can you be alone when your country is dying? Wei Yuan ignored it, firmly and slowly advancing towards the valley.

He has another enemy.

Wei Yuan traveled forward in the void, and as he neared the valley, he was blocked by a barrier.

This barrier was intangible and qualitative, invisible but palpable, and it kept Wei Yuan out of the valley.

Inside the valley, was another heaven and earth, which refused to allow Wei Yuan to enter.

The only thing that can stop a superlative is a superlative.

Witch gods, already able to influence reality, permeate the force.

The only thing that can block chi is chi.

Wei Yuan gripped the carving knife, gently pointing at the invisible barrier, the air wave “buzz” vibration, the carving knife bounced away.

Saren Agu looked away from the scene and said:

“The Sorcerer God has been able to penetrate the seals and influence reality, it is not a statue to be slaughtered. It’s a pity that you guys reacted too quickly, if we can drag it out for two or three years, the Witch God will be able to mobilize more of its Qi.”

Wei Yuan craned his neck to look at Saren Agu in the distance:

“You’re implying that I’m doing my best to destroy the barrier and consume the few powers of this one of the Confucian Saints, leaving me no room to seal the Witch God.”

Saren Agu said matter-of-factly, “Do you have a choice?”

The corner of Wei Yuan’s mouth curled up, “Who says there isn’t.”

…………..

Inside Jing Shan City, the figure of the white-clothed warlock appeared as he wordlessly passed through the closed gates of the city, arriving at this general altar of the Witch God Cult.

“Out ……. Come …….. Come ………”

The white-clothed warlock stumbled and finished, lifting his foot and stomping gently, the formation took him as its core and spread rapidly, enveloping the surrounding streets and premises.

Teleportation Array!

An iron rider appeared out of nowhere, armed with a steel sword and clad in armor, and the leader was a young man who was even more beautiful than a woman.

The people in the city looked at this group of heavenly visitors with astonishment, and their faces changed drastically when they recognized them as Da Bong’s cavalry through details such as armor and length.

Couldn’t figure out why Da Bong’s army suddenly killed the city.

The Yan State and the Dafeng border three states border, relying on the dangerous passes are easy to defend and difficult to attack, emboldened, often with the Jingkang two countries allied forces, repeated violations of the border, burned, killed and looted. Even the city people can pinch their backs and scoff:

“The Middle Kingdom is like a pussy and can be bullied at will.”

Only we beat Big Bong, not Big Bong beating us.

This phenomenon remained unchanged until the end of the Battle of Shanhaiguan.

Nangong Qianlou raised her saber high, her temperament grim, and drank:

“In the six hundred years since the founding of the Dafeng, the Witch God Cult has killed the people of the Dafeng and robbed the women of the Dafeng, and it is hard to write down the blood debts, and the people of the three northeastern states have suffered from the Witch God Cult for a long time. Generals of Da Feng, follow me to slaughter the city.”

“Massacre!”

“Massacre!”

“Slaughter ………”

The deep and majestic roars converged in one place, and the sound waves shook the sky.

Ten thousand heavy cavalry rushed into the streets and killed in a big way, turning the city into a hell on earth.

Today’s massacre will be paid in blood!

…………

“Wei Yuan!!!”

Seeing the killing in full swing in Jingshan City, Spiritual Wisdom Master Ilbu was enraged:

“Only a superlative can seal a superlative, you, a mortal body, caught in the middle of it, are you really not afraid of death?!”

As the situation progressed to this point, this Third Grade Grand Master was flooded with a sense of powerlessness from the depths of his heart.

You Wei Yuan is neither a disciple of Confucianism, nor one of those mortal ants, the second grade of martial arts is enough to be alone, free and easy, why do you seek your own death?

“If I say I’ll beat your Witch God Cult, I’ll beat your Witch God Cult.”

Wei Yuan’s gaze retracted from Jing Shan City, turned to Grand Sorcerer Salun Agu, and smiled, “It’s not good to disappoint the old pawns from back then who called me Grand Bong Military God.”

In a situation where it was destined that there would be no provisions, he cut through the Yan Kingdom, which was full of dangerous passes, to the capital of the country, attracting most of the troops of the Yan Kingdom and the Kang Kingdom. And then he secretly crossed the ocean to Jing Shan City.

Summoning the dragon of the augur department to counteract the stormy waves of the “Rainmaker”.

Heavy damage to a First Grade Grand Sorcerer with a carving knife, forcing Emperor Jeanne d’Arc to show himself.

Invite the heroic souls of the Confucian Saints and heavily damage all the top experts in the Witch God Cult camp.

Dispatch Nangong Qianru to meet up with Sun Xuanji and kill Jingshan City at the critical moment to shake the Witch God’s qi.

From the moment he set out on the march until now, how to march, how to divide the troops, which route to take, whose help is needed, how many enemies are there, who ……… is it Every step of the way, he has counted.

Supervisor Zheng once said, in the world, can with me in the chessboard game fight, not to share the victory and defeat of the person, too few and too few, Wei Yuan counts one.

With every death in the city of Jing Shan, the qi that the Witch God could borrow weakened by one point.

Wei Yuan raised his carving knife and made a gentle stroke towards the barrier that was already as thin as an eggshell, breaking through the Witch God’s barrier.

Ilbu and Udabota watched Wei Yuan enter the valley, their faces full of resentment.

Saren Agu and the late Emperor Jeanne d’Arc looked at the scene, the former with a calm gaze, the latter with cold eyes.

………..

The altar was dozens of feet high, only slightly shorter than the peak of the mountain.

Wei Yuan raised his head and glanced at the towering altar, the stone steps cascading down to a total of ninety-nine levels, at the end of which was the god that the Witch God Cult believed in, the pioneer of the wizard system.

One of the few superpowers after the Age of Gods and Demons.

It is not too much to say that it is “like a god or a devil”.

Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze, raised his foot, and stepped onto the first step.

In an instant, the heavens sent out killing chances, the earth sent out killing chances, and this space was rejecting him, targeting him, and descending a terrifying pressure.

Wei Yuan paused and stepped onto the second flight of steps.

The shadow of the Confucian Sage descended clear light to counteract the pressure of heaven and earth.

Wei Yuan raised his head and bowed toward the Ru Sheng Shadow, “No need!”

He summoned the Confucian Sage, not to kill the enemy, but to seal the Witch God.

Saren Agu encouraged him to break the barrier with the power of the Confucian Saints in order to weaken the power of the Confucian Saints layer by layer, and by the time he reached the altar, how much power did the Confucian Saints still have left?

He, Wei Yuan, was not a tool, not just a tool to carry the soul of the Confucian Sage.

On the contrary, he, Wei Yuan, was the one who sealed the Witch God in this world.

The Confucian saint, a tool of his trade.

Level 2, Level 3, Level 4 ……….

After level twenty, a crack appeared in Wei Yuan’s body with every step he took, and the undead body of the high-grade martial artist repaired the horrific wounds, barely maintaining his balance.

After fifty levels, Wei Yuan was like a porcelain man that had been pieced together, and his body was already riddled with cracks, including his elegant and handsome face.

He finally stopped, not knowing whether he had exhausted himself or was too crushed to advance any further.

“If you don’t transcend your grade, you are ultimately a mortal, how different is it from a mole cricket?”

A misty sigh came as if from the ancient flood.

Accompanying this voice, a force that could not be overcome surged, and heaven and earth worked together to strangle Wei Yuan.

There were two paths in front of Wei Yuan, the first path was to use the power of the Confucian Sage to ascend to the top, as for the hard-won Ying Soul after the ascent, whether there was still any strength left in this hard-won Ying Soul to seal the Sorcerer God, only God knew.

The second way was to turn away and retreat with the Da Bong army.

…………

“Gods, how awesome ………”

Wei Yuan muttered as a dusty past event broke through the blockade of memory.

Forty years ago, when Emperor Jeanne d’Arc was still on the throne, there was a tragic battle in the three northeastern states.

The witch god sent down an oracle to exterminate Dafeng and take away its fortune. At that time, the three northeastern countries mobilized 200,000 troops and attacked the three states of Xiangjing and Henan, slaughtering them three days at a time, leaving no one of the old and weak, women and children, and slaughtering the people of Dafeng one by one, like lowly grasses and thistles.

Hundreds of miles are deserted, and dry bones are buried in the mountains.

More ferocious and violent than demonic barbarians.

To this day, that battle remains a shadow in the minds of the elderly who experienced the military chaos back then.

It was also that battle, and in the ten years since then, the imperial court has displayed 100,000 troops in the three states, and the people would rather be exiles than dare to return to their homeland, and are truly frightened by the Witch God Sect.

Afterwards, the court reconstructed the yellow book and found that ten thousand miles of Xiangzhou, Jingzhou and Yuzhou were empty, and the people who died in that war were counted in millions.

Wei Yuan, ancestral home in Yuzhou.

Wei family, only one teenager survived.

The past and the past came to his mind, and now he is no longer the young man in the green shirt of that year, Wei Yuan laughed wildly:

“Forty years of looking back, the hatred of the country and the hatred of the family is still in the present day. Now, I want to know if God, can trap me, an ant.”

A green dress picks up the steps, and the heaven and earth cages are shaped like ornaments.

Ninety-nine levels, one breath to the top.

Standing in front of the sculpture of the Witch God was already a broken human form.

Wei Yuan snorted disdainfully, “It seems that a god is nothing more than that.”

In the last 4,800 years, only two people from the Central Plains have ascended to the general altar of the Witch God Sect.

The Confucian saint of 1,200 years ago.

Wei Yuan after twelve hundred years.

Just the two.

…………

Grand Sorcerer Saren Agu sighed, ”Wei Yuan, the recovery of the Sorcerer God is a great trend. The Central Plains is now depleted of talent, and Confucianism is weakening, making it difficult to establish a climate. With the loss of qi, the Supervisor is no longer at its peak. Why do you need to stop the chariot with your praying arm?”

After he finished speaking, he gently slid his fingertips across his wrist, letting the blood flow as he pinched his hand with a magic seal, his voice sounding like a bell, spreading across heaven and earth: “Offer a sacrifice for the Sorcerer God.”

At their sides, Ilb and Udabota, their faces serious, each slit their wrists and pinched the same hand sign.

Blood flowed from the wrists of the three high-grade sorcerers, blood like threads, but instead of dripping down, it turned into scarlet-colored radiance that floated in wisps toward the distant altar, toward the statue of the Sorcerer God.

The blood sacrifice spell!

The great blood sacrifice of the Wiccan religion.

Hearing the Grand Sorcerer’s voice, the sorcerers who saw this scene understood that the Witch God Cult was already at a critical moment comparable to life and death.

Hundreds of sorcerers had broken away from the battlefield, and without the slightest hesitation, they slit their own wrists and pinched their hands, sacrificing themselves like sorcerer gods.

Nalan Yan only felt that his body temperature was gradually getting cold, and his vitality drained away along with his blood, turning into a scarlet glow that floated towards the valley and merged into the statue that had been worshipped by the sorcerers for a thousand years.

If you, the Great Fathers of the Central Plains, can brave death, do I, the Witch God Sect, fear death?

The Witch God Cult had ruled the Northeast for more than four thousand years, when had it ever been beaten so badly.

Today, even if I die, I will still let you, Wei Yuan, make Da Feng fail.

In his dying moments, Nalan Yan turned his head in a huff and looked at the green clothes, remembering his father who perished in the Battle of Shanhaiguan.

I never imagined that father and son would die at the hands of the same person.

Nalan Yan slowly closed his eyes and passed away quietly.

One by one, the sorcerers fell and turned into withered dry corpses; they died without a sound, but without complaint or regret.

Their will merged into the Witch God sculpture, this was the last resistance of the Witch God Cult, this was the curse that the wizards, to Wei Yuan, to the Confucian Sage, sent out.

………..

Click ……..

On the altar, the sculpture of the Sorcerer God appeared chapped, bursting out with fine stone chips.

A stream of black smoke penetrated the sculpture’s brow, covering the sky, blocking the blazing sun, blocking the blue sky, and turning day into night.

In a few moments, this black fog covered a hundred miles around Jingshan City, rolling endlessly, like wild waves under a storm.

A man’s blood is spilled three feet when he’s angry, and a million corpses when the Son of God is angry.

What will happen when the gods are angry?

The soldiers’ fight once again survived, and the few surviving ones around Jing Shan City raised their heads and looked at the black fog above their heads with horrified faces.

The black fog suddenly collapsed down, as if the sky was pouring down, and coalesced with the altar in the sky to form a black shadow a hundred feet tall, with a blurred face.

Those who dared to look directly at the black shadow died violently on the spot.

A hundred feet of black shadow, and a hundred feet of virtual shadow faced each other like two giants that opened up the sky and the earth.

“Confucian Sage!”

In the dark shadows, there came a misty and grandiose voice that seemed to be angry, hateful, and sighing.

Along with this sound, there was a scorching thunder in the sky, and the wind and clouds changed color. A terrible storm descended.

“You’ll be sorry.”

The ethereal, grandiose voice came again.

Wei Yuan knew that the words were addressed to him.

He was silent, turned his head, and glanced at the distant battlefield, the Da Bong soldiers in the middle of the fight.

These generals who died in the land of the Witch God Cult, as well as those old soldiers who died in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, the things for which they threw their heads and spilled their blood, the things for which they wrapped their bodies in horse leather, boiled down to nothing more than four words: for the sake of the country and for the sake of the people.

I, Wei Yuan, brought them to their deaths for the sake of, aren’t they also these four words?

The black shadow stood tall and looked down indifferently, just like a god looking down on the living and the ants.

The dark figure lifted his hand and pressed his fingers gently.

When a god is angry, it is certainly terrifying, but what qualifications do mortals have to experience the wrath of a god, in the case of a god, it is just an existence that can be pressed to death with a single finger.

What’s the difference between a mole and an ant.

The sound of bones cracking rang out, the deity’s attack hadn’t even arrived yet, and the might had already caused Wei Yuan’s bones to shatter all over his body.

His spine bent violently, like he was carrying a huge mountain on his shoulders, and it was hard to lift his head anymore.

At this time, Wei Yuan was like a porcelain that was about to fall apart, and was already covered in cracks.

This scene was so similar to when the Golden Body Dharma Phase had forced Xu Qi’an to kneel during the original Buddha Sect fight.

At this moment, it was as if he had heard Xu Qi’an’s roar, heard the roar of tens of thousands of people in the capital.

Wei Yuan’s eyes suddenly burst with bright light, clear and lucid.

In my life, I don’t honor the gods, I don’t worship Buddha, I don’t believe in kings and kings, but only for the sake of the living.

If the gods are unkind, they are my enemies.

Wei Yuan a little bit straighten his body, his body bones are broken, including the spine, at this time can straighten his back, probably there is some kind of conviction to support him.

In today’s Kyushu, few people know why the Confucian Sage sealed the Witch God.

Few people know why Emperor Gaozu went back on his word back then.

Few people know that the Sorcerer God used to encroach on the Central Plains during the ancient times, breaking the human race’s luck.

He, Wei Yuan, did not want the spine of civilization to collapse, did not want the Central Plains people to bow their heads and become slaves for generations.

The finger that had gathered the wrath of a god fell from the sky.

He raised his hand tremblingly, holding the carving knife, crimson blood flowing like water.

A hand came up from behind and joined him in holding the carving knife.

At some point, the hundred feet tall gigantic shadow had disappeared, and it appeared behind Wei Yuan, as if it was the most solid backing for this post-millennium human master.

Wei Yuan’s hands stopped trembling.

Before the millennium there was the Confucian saint, and after the millennium there was Wei Yuan!

This reader was so spirited that he charged and roared sternly towards the Witch God:

“You Witch Gods want to erode my Da Feng’s qi and break the qi of my Central Plains people, have you asked me, Wei Yuan!”

Wei Yuan held the Confucian Sage Carving Knife and gently handed it forward.

The carving knife bloomed with a piercing light.

More than twelve hundred years had passed since the last time the Confucian Sage made his sword.

This slash spanned a thousand years of time.

The world will never again see such stunning blade light or such flamboyant intent.

Power beyond the grade exploded over the altar.

The sky is falling.

The black shadow condensed by the Sorcerer God crumbled inch by inch, collapsing into a terrifying fluctuation that swept through the heavens and earth.

This force rolled over hills and flattened them; swept over oceans and set off tsunamis; and rolled over cities and turned them into ruins.

Nangong Qianlou rode ahead and led the heavy cavalry in retreat, her eyes red and her face twisted.

Righteous Father, you must live.

Zhang Kaitai and other gold gongs and high quality martial artists were also fleeing, in a race against death.

Everyone is fleeing, panicking.

It was a long, long time before the fallout dissipated, leveling the ground wherever it passed.

The general altar of the Witch God Cult, Jing Shan City, has since become history.

Only the altar, which was protected by the seal of the Confucian Sage and the power of the Sorcerer God, had been preserved in the midst of this destructive fluctuation.

Wei Yuan stood proudly on the altar, wearing ragged green clothes.

“Why ………”

A misty voice came from the void, but it was no longer grandiose.

The Ru Sheng silhouette behind him took a step into the Witch God sculpture, and the chapped seams repaired themselves.

The Witch God, once again, was sealed.

Why?

Wei Yuan wearily turned around and looked towards the Central Plains, he made his fortune in Yuanjing 6, repelling the barbarian cavalry and leaping to become the new nobility of Dafeng. And then he strategized in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, winning this vast battle that changed the pattern of the nine states.

Subsequently, he abolished his own cultivation, entered the temple, fought against the many parties in the court, and subdued the eunuchs with the body of a eunuch. Glory, merit, and power, held in his hands, were brilliant and incomparable.

Throughout his life, there are many things that political opponents have studied for half their lives and still cannot understand.

No children, no family, all alone.

He also treated gold, silver and wealth, which eunuchs regarded as their spiritual support, as if they were dirt.

You’ve been a bureaucrat for decades, but you really don’t want anything?

Wei Yuan’s gaze seemed to have penetrated through a thousand mountains and saw the Sub-Sacred Temple at the top of Qing Yun Mountain, saw the stone tablet standing in the temple, and saw 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 succeed the great learning for the past saints, and to establish peace for the world.”

He closed his eyes and never opened them again.

………

In the fall of Yuan Jing 37, Wei Yuan led an army of 100,000 men to capture the general altar of the Witch God Cult and sealed the Witch God.

Jing Shan City was reduced to ruins, and hundreds of thousands of living beings went up in smoke.

This was the first time in history that the iron cavalry of the Central Plains human race had stepped through the general altar of the Witch God Sect.

The history of the world will live on.