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Chapter 33 Divine
Ye Wushuang did not expect that such a change would occur due to her unintentional actions.

He could feel that the huge holy image manifested in the air was staring at him before it was too close to disappear, and at the same time, the words that were uttered seemed to be speaking to him.

Ye Wushuang was puzzled, so he didn't think about it.

But at this moment, his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and he was extremely weak. Ye Nan who was beside him supported his body that was about to touch the ground with quick eyes and quick hands.

"Sir?"

"Nothing, just keep reading."

Ye Wushuang shook his head at Ye Nan, then looked at the altar on the stage.

Ye Nan was also horrified at the moment. Even just now, he felt a force of oppression like heaven and earth, but in the blink of an eye, that feeling disappeared. When he looked again, the young master beside him turned out to be Become weak, and after helping the young master, when he looked at the altar again, his whole body was shocked.

On the altar, dozens of great masters from hundreds of schools of thought were standing in a circle.

Everyone's body was soaked in water, their clothes were soaked, their faces were extremely tired, and their aura became flickering.

However, in the eyes of each of them, in addition to horror, shock, and puzzlement, there is also an expression of fanaticism that cannot be added.

"Is it really a divine realm?"

"myth!"

"I never imagined that this old man would receive such blessings from the heavens in his lifetime..."

"What does this change indicate..."

People from all schools of thought, each of them experienced the moment just like an ant, and everyone had different thoughts at this moment.

But coincidentally, their imagination of the divine realm was confirmed at this moment.

Perhaps not only them, but for a long time to come, the entire Great Xia, the Holy Palace, and even the Four Kingdoms, the whole world will be caught in a search for the sage.

No one can ignore the temptation of the mythical realm, especially for those whose cultivation is at the pinnacle of the world.

No one is more afraid of hopelessness than they.

Everyone came to their senses, the tens of thousands of people in the square were already fanatical at this moment, and they witnessed this miracle with their own eyes.

At the same time, the tens of thousands of ordinary people at the scene did not seem to feel any sense of oppression, and their appearance and expressions did not seem to be any different.

Not only Ye Wushuang was puzzled when he saw this scene, but everyone from various schools of thought was also puzzled.

However, for these tens of thousands of ordinary people, the most holy teacher just now spoke to them personally, and it was unprecedentedly vivid, vivid, and solid.

Their hearts were full of fanaticism.

Everyone shouted loudly at this moment, and the loud shouts scattered the clouds in the sky.

"Do you want to continue?"

Standing on the altar, Taoist doctor Li Yanjing held an iron sword, stood beside Long Xiaowen with a solemn expression, and said in his mouth.

"Go on. I also want to know whether the masters and saints behind will be as full of divinity as before."

"it is good!"

Li Yanjing didn't say much, and inserted the iron sword in his hand with the scabbard into the marble block on the altar, then took Long Xiaowen's place, made formulas in his hand, chanted the Taoist scriptures, and poured a steady stream of Taoist true energy into the altar .

In less than a moment, Li Yanjing stepped down from the altar.

In front of him, the person in charge of the military family also took over the stage, and the strong iron and blood aura continued to emerge from his body, and was also absorbed by the utensils in the middle of the altar in a short period of time.

One after another, people from various schools of thought began to take turns, and the cultivation methods unique to various schools of thought began to be performed in front of Ye Wushuang's eyes.

Originally, he thought that his grandfather asked him to come here just to broaden his horizons, and perhaps the same, he also wanted him to choose for himself, to see the differences of various schools of thought.

"Ding, when you watch different cultivation methods, you feel something in your heart, and suddenly you feel that your thinking and vision are wide open, and a whim comes to your mind, why don't you create your own exercise?"

"Cultivation method: Nameless."

"grade:???"

"Hint: You can use 1000 million experience points. Deduce the next level of this exercise."

Unknowingly, Ye Wushuang was fascinated by what he was watching, and then all the insights came to his mind, and the system prompts only showed subtitles and then quickly disappeared.

After about a stick of incense, the members of the various schools and families on the altar also finished their rotation, and then retreated to the side. Ye Wushuang also recovered at this moment, and his eyes were fixed on the altar.

"Kowtow to all the sages!"

As a loud voice resounded all around, above the altar, the same scene as before appeared.

The statues of the sages who founded various schools of thought emerged one after another in the void.

The eyes of tens of thousands of people stared at the statues of these sages, and then slowly dissipated.

People from various schools of thought were also feeling uneasy at this moment. They were looking forward to the appearance of the power of heaven and earth and oppressing themselves, but they were also afraid of being trapped by this indescribable power.

But a quarter of an hour passed, and all the statues of sages and sages on the altar disappeared.

As for the previous vision, it never appeared again.

While everyone felt disappointed, they also felt a little bit grateful.

"After the sacrifice, we will welcome you~"

As the organizer of this cultural meeting, hundreds of Confucian scholars belonging to Daxia Academy of Literature began to dress up, holding books of sages and sages, and then formed a circle around the altar, sitting cross-legged.

"The Master said:..."

"........."

Hundreds of young Confucian scholars recited in unison, their voices were loud and righteous, and streams of uprightness emanated from these Confucian scholars, mixed with the sound of reciting in their mouths, it seemed to be able to cleanse people's hearts, and people could not help but immerse themselves in it, unwilling to wake up.

So back and forth, people from various schools of thought took turns to play, and the schools represented by each school were all showing their own moral pursuits.

Various schools of thought represent most of the necessary aspects of life.

After the end of this time, the sacrifices of the various schools of thought ended, and lasted for more than six hours, until the night.

When the sacrifices are over, all branches of various schools of thought in Daxia will be open to the public from today, no matter day or night.

But at this moment in the middle of the night, the dim yellow candles on both sides of the roads and alleys are lit up, and the common people who have not yet returned take their children to support the old, just like an outing, and under the boundless night, they can enjoy the homes of various schools of thought.

This situation, people can not help but write a poem.

Ye Wushuang is wandering around the Taoist Heavenly Palace at the moment, whether it is the Taoist scriptures or the handwriting left by the Taoist sages, etc., he has a refreshing feeling.

However, at this moment, he is standing in the Floating Palace of the Taoist Palace, where an ancient painting is enshrined. The person on it is said to be the founder of Taoism, Taoist Li Er.

However, Ye Wushuang saw a different kind of scenery from this painting through the system. In this portrait, there was a familiar aura hidden in it.

That is the sacred aura emanating from the icon during the day.

(End of this chapter)