"As Confucian cultivators, we should be like this!"
At this moment, Su Changqing stood at the pinnacle of the heavens, with a youthful arrogance and audacity deeply imprinted in the heart of every Confucian cultivator.
Today, Su Changqing might be defeated.
But from this day onwards, the role model in the heart of the young scholars across the world will no longer be the Literature Emperor.
Instead, it will be Su Changqing, who dared to shout, ’Despise the ancients, who could not witness my madness!’
The pride of a literatus was fully displayed in Su Changqing at this moment.
"You... are treasonous!"
Mu Yun was stunned for a long while, and after regaining composure, pointed tremblingly at Su Changqing and shouted angrily:
"Today, I shall cleanse the doors of Confucianism for you!"
"Prepare to die!"
With these words, Mu Yun wielded the imperial scroll, and fiercely swung it towards Su Changqing.
Boom!
An overwhelming aura erupted from the Dao platform, and a towering phantom figure, a thousand feet tall, appeared.
"The Literature Emperor!"
At this moment, scholars from all over the world looked at that phantom figure in shock.
The face of everyone from the Confucian Immortal lineage turned pale instantly.
The figure was seen with one hand behind his back, holding a scroll in the other, singing as if chanting,
"The vast stellar river spans ten thousand miles, riding the wind and waves through the ages."
"Towering mountains rise to support the firmament, great rivers flow east bearing the sorrows of the world..."
Boom!
The poems chanted by the phantom figure unexpectedly invoked an infinite and mighty aura at this moment.
The entire sky was adorned with resplendent starlight, each beam of starlight piercing down like a sharp sword.
As the starlight descended, the roaring sound of torrential rivers suddenly erupted.
A river vast enough to cover the heavens emerged from the void.
Towering mountains rose up from the ground!
The grand visions depicted in the poetry manifested one by one, carrying terrifying ripples, heading straight for Su Changqing.
Amidst the worried gazes of the crowd, Su Changqing laughed heartily,
"Good timing!"
With a sweep of his large sleeve, Su Changqing grasped a mighty brush in his palm, using the heavens and earth as his scroll, and the mighty aura as his ink.
A range of majestic mountains, as if real, quickly materialized in front of him.
With a light touch of the mighty brush in his hand...
Boom!
The continuous mountain range descended from the heavens, colliding directly with the towering mountain that had risen from the ground.
The two exploded suddenly in the void, resulting in a draw.
"The Ink Rhythm - the Immortal in the Painting, at the level of Dao Integration!"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed, while the Confucian cultivators present looked shocked.
At this moment, Su Changqing had integrated Dao into his calligraphy, music, and now with the Immortal in the Painting... three arts had become Dao!
This left all Confucian scholars with a look of horror, their minds trembling.
But that wasn’t all.
Su Changqing painted in the air, engaging in a magical duel with that Literature Emperor’s phantom.
The aftermath of the struggle caused the disciples of the Confucian Immortal lineage to retreat in fear, though some were still affected.
But just then, Su Changqing stomped heavily, and intricate patterns crisscrossed, covering the entire firmament.
With a casual point of his mighty brush, many disciples of the Confucian Immortal lineage began to shift positions involuntarily, like pieces on a chessboard.
Stars shifted! Universes reversed!
This miraculous scene stirred up waves of astonished cries in the audience.
"Dao Integration level... Chess Realm·Immortal Finger!"
Dao Integration, once again, Dao Integration!
At this moment, regardless of being from the Confucian Immortal lineage or the imperial court faction, everyone looked in shock at the young man dueling with the Literature Emperor.
Not even twenty years old, yet he had integrated all four arts into Dao!
Moreover, the arts he practiced were all among the most difficult to cultivate, the four arts of the Immortal family.
Others might not understand, but anyone who practiced Confucianism knew the terrifying value of this achievement.
At this moment, looking at the youth in the sky full of overwhelming battle intent, challenging the phantom of the Literature Emperor.
The crowd seemed to understand something, whispering,
"Despise the ancients... who could not witness my madness."
"With such demonic talent, how could one not despise?!"