Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

"Ding, due to the host's occupation of the literary world, the land of Measurable Calamity has been destroyed, which will change the direction of Measurable Calamity in the future!"

When Qin Wudao was full of confusion, the system's voice sounded again.

"Can the calamity be changed?" Qin Wudao asked.

This time the system did not reply, and Qin Wudao finally smiled in relief after a while.

He found himself asking a stupid question.

In this world, is there anything that cannot be changed?
When the strength is strong enough, not to mention the calamity, even time and space, life and death, and even the entire heavens and worlds can be changed.

"The amount of calamity changes, and I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse!"

Qin Wudao said to himself, focusing on Mencius, with a solemn expression and a hint of expectation: "System, summon Mencius!"

Mencius!

An important figure of Confucianism, who first put forward the idea of ​​"the people are more important than the emperor", and was posthumously named a legendary figure of the sub-sage.

boom!
In the sky above the territory of the Great Qin Immortal Court, immeasurable cultural energy emerged, covering the sky and covering the starry sky.

A strong aura of righteousness descended from the sky and enveloped the universe.

"There is a strong man of Wen Dao coming!"

Countless literati raised their heads, looked up at the sky and said.

"If you are poor, you will be good for yourself; if you are rich, you will be good for the world!"

"People's troubles are to be a teacher!"

"A gentleman does not complain about the sky and does not favor others!"

"Be born in sorrow and die in peace!"

In the dark, there is a supreme existence who is teaching the Dao, making countless Wenxiu great joy, as if entering the state of enlightenment, the previously obscure Wen Dao instantly becomes clear.

"This is... that person's words!"

Zhuge Liang, Xiao He, Zhao Yun, Yue Fei and others raised their heads, their faces were full of surprise, and they quickly stood up and saluted.

Above the sky, amidst the awe-inspiring righteousness, a man wearing a Confucian uniform appeared with a calm face. In his eyes, there was wisdom beyond the ordinary, and he understood the true meaning of the world.

"Chen Mengzi, pay homage to Your Majesty!"

Name: Mencius!
Cultivation: Early Immortal Emperor!
Cultivation method: "Confucianism"!
Supernatural powers: Confucianism and Taoism sword, awe-inspiring righteousness, power of sages, Confucian world in the palm, holy voice preaching.
Brief introduction: Named Ke, styled Ziyu, native of Zou, a philosopher, thinker, and educator in the Warring States period, a representative of the Confucian school after Confucius and before Xunzi, and is called "Kongmeng" together with Confucius.

In the imperial study room, Qin Wudao was checking Mencius's introduction, and was overjoyed when he found out that Mencius had the cultivation of an immortal emperor.

It's not easy!

The Great Qin Immortal Court has developed to the present, and finally has a top powerhouse sitting in it!

"Decree, canonize Mencius as the deputy chief of Confucianism, a first-class enshrinement!"

After checking the introduction, Qin Wudao ordered loudly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Mencius respected the way of etiquette, his face was neither sad nor happy, only endless talents circulated around his body, just like the embodiment of the Dao of Wen.

After half a day.

The results of the discussion between the Daqin Immortal Court and the literary world spread throughout the world, causing an uproar from countless forces.

At the same time, it was reported that Wen Zu deceived the context, the writer plagiarized the works of the ancestors, and the poets seized the immortal poems, etc., which caused the reputation of the literary world to fall to the bottom.

"Now, what shall we do!"

In a certain Zhongqian world, there is a literary palace. At this time, more than a thousand scholars gathered. Their faces were haggard and their eyes were dull, as if they had been severely hit.

In the central hall, there were several figures sitting, including the great elder of the Academy of Painting, said in a deep voice.

If the discussion fails, they will naturally not be able to stay in the literary world.

So migrate here.

"What else can I do? There used to be hundreds of millions of literati worshiping, but now there are only a thousand people left. What else can I expect, and live in peace of mind."

The elder of the Academy of Arts sighed, his tone full of desolation.

After the end of the discussion, some people left the Wen Palace, and after they moved out of the Wenjie, there were only a thousand people left, not as many as a small family.

Moreover, the most deadly thing is that Wen Gong has no future.

With the news of the dirty things about the Wen Palace, let me ask the world, who else is willing to join the Wen Palace?
"So what if there are only a thousand people left?"

At this moment, a young figure walked into the hall, and said in a firm tone: "Wen Palace has been passed down for several epochs, how can it perish in our hands?"

The Great Elder of the Academy of Arts raised his head, glanced at the visitor, shook his head and said, "Stop making trouble, what kind of Fuxing Wen Palace are you using?"

The person in front of him is the direct blood of the master of the text.

But not taken seriously, belong to the marginal figure.

It's called Wen Zhiming!
"Just rely on my talent!"

Wen Zhiming smiled slightly, the void behind him was shattered, and a figure walked out, wearing a white robe and holding a brush, writing the Spring and Autumn Period for thousands of years.

An aura of Da Luo Jinxian swept across the hall, shocking everyone present.

"Wenzu Faxiang!"

The great elder of the Academy of Arts exclaimed, his face changed for a while, and he cupped his hands and said, "I would like to be loyal to the young master!"

As the elder of Wen Palace, he naturally didn't want Wen Palace to become a sea of ​​history.

"what about you?"

Wen Zhiming looked at the others and asked plainly.

"I am willing to serve the young master!"

Everyone looked at each other and saluted respectfully.

"So good!"

"Don't worry, elders, it won't be long before you will be grateful for your decision!"

A smile appeared on Wen Zhiming's face, and a trace of catastrophe flashed in his bright eyes, which contained endless death, as if the gate of hell had been opened.

No one knew that there was a black phantom entrenched in his dantian.

If Wen Zu was there, he would be surprised to find that the 'Dragon Slaying Art' he obtained is only a small part of the black shadow inheritance.

Hall of all races.

Ditian looked at the writer whose dantian was broken and whose life was hanging by a thread, hesitating for a moment, then took out a 'Holy Pill' and fed it into the latter's mouth.

The 'Holy Pill' entered the body, generating countless strands of the power of the primordial principles, wrapping the text master's body, and began to expel the punishment power from the various celestial veins, repair the dantian, and restore the injury.

"It's cheaper for you!"

Di Tian stood by the side, his heart was bleeding.

He obtained a total of ten holy pills, and it has only been a while since he has used three of them.

"Where am I?"

'Holy Dan' is very powerful.

Not long after, the author woke up, looking at the majestic hall, and asked weakly.

"Ten Thousand Race Hall!"

Di Tian said angrily.

The author turned his head and said to Ditian: "The emperor saved me, but to translate the ancient demon text?"

Di Tian nodded frankly.

If it weren't for the fact that the author is still valuable, he wouldn't have rescued him, and he would have taken the precious 'Sacred Pill'.

"It's okay to ask me to translate, but the emperor mainly promised me one condition, that is, to destroy the Daqin Immortal Court, and to wash Daqin Wendao in blood ten times!"

The author's eyes widened, and he said murderously, the cold voice made people shudder.

Di Tian didn't hesitate, and said in a cold voice: "Tomorrow, I will send someone to send the ancient Yaowen exercises. As for your conditions, it is not worth mentioning. I will make the people in the Great Qin Immortal Court extinct!"

"Xiaoshu, this Great Qin Immortal Court is really powerful. I want to be friends with the King of Great Qin. What do you think?"

In a certain starry sky, a young man in rough clothes, with his hands on his back and an ancient book on his head, walked slowly, as if walking in a courtyard, but with every step he took, he could pass through a star field.

He looked in the direction of Taixuantian Great Thousand World and showed a bright smile.