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Chapter 37 The World Shakes
In the Holy Palace, Ye Sucheng stood at the head, Long Xiaowen, Wen Canghai, Luo Qiying, Wen Cangyuan and other Confucian disciples were all lowered at the moment.

Ye Sucheng lowered his eyebrows and pondered, the scene during the day was too shocking, even though he was as calm as him, he couldn't help showing some uncontrollable emotions in his heart.

He knew the reason for the alliance of hundreds of schools this time. If today's scene hadn't happened earlier, the hundreds of schools might not have much hope.

After all, thousands of years have passed, and countless amazing and brilliant geniuses have tried it. The God Realm is like a door that is always closed, and the door cannot be opened even the slightest bit.

But now a child suddenly appeared, in front of everyone from all schools of thought, he lightly beat on the door that seemed to be stable for thousands of years with his tender and weak fist.

This seemingly impossible scene ended up shocking everyone's jaws, the door was suddenly smashed open, a gleam of light leaked from the inside, and a sound came out.

No one can resist the curiosity of exploration in my heart.

Just like the current schools of thought and the many great masters in the world.

The monks in the god realm really appeared, and those passports that have been proven to lead to the road of gods are the most sought-after things.

Ye Su intentionally felt a little uneasy, even after thinking about it a lot, he still felt uneasy.

After all, a cultivator in the God Realm has surpassed the category of mortals, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a land god.

He could imagine that those pure people who were obsessed with cultivation would do all kinds of crazy things.

"Hey, it seems that the great change in the world's situation begins now."

Ye Sucheng sighed inwardly, turned to face many disciples, and after a long silence, he spoke for the first time: "Canghai, Cangyuan, you two, in my name, invite the head of a hundred schools of thought to come to the Holy Palace , discuss important matters together.”

"Yes, Master."

"........."

Wen Canghai and the two brothers looked at each other, then walked outside the palace gate, heading for the various schools of thought.

"Xiaowen, now that the cultivator of God Realm has appeared, you have to think more about Confucianism, and at the same time stand with Daxia..."

Ye Sucheng paced, walked to Long Xiaowen's side, and said softly.

"The disciple obeys orders."

Long Xiaowen clasped his hands and nodded in response. He also understood the seriousness of the situation at the moment. Just now, the dean of the Great Zhou Academy of Arts invited him to play chess, but he declined.

Among the hundreds of schools of thought, although Confucianism is the most influential and powerful among them, it is also the most scattered, and is divided into four.

The remaining schools of thought, although their strength is a little weaker, are at least self-contained, and it is not that they seem to be in harmony with each other.

And a certain part of his heart seemed to be picked up by something today, moving back and forth, unwilling to settle down.

God Realm, for thousands of years, the realm that countless genius monks have dreamed of, and now they are fortunate to feel the pressure from God Realm monks in the world.

Thinking of the feeling of insignificance as if facing the world, Long Xiaowen's heart was not filled with fear and terror, but filled with indescribable excitement.

"Perhaps this is the end of my pursuit."

Long Xiaowen was talking to himself, and at the same time, he couldn't help but stare at the essence of a hundred schools of thought stored under the portrait of the most holy teacher in front of him.

In the following time, Ye Sucheng talked to Long Xiaowen again, told him a lot of things to pay attention to, and then, accompanied by Luo Qiying, he returned to Ye's mansion.

As for Long Xiaowen, he went to the branch of the Great Zhou Academy of Arts alone.

…………

The night was getting darker and darker, and the entire sky became pitch black, as if it was covered by something.

In the originally dimly lit streets and alleys, the crowd gradually became thinner, and most people had already fallen asleep.

But in the entire Shikoku territory, it seemed very lively.

In all directions, there are different auras moving towards the same place.

Each of them has something called longing in their eyes.

Even the biting cold wind in the winter night can't extinguish the burning fire of these hurried passers-by.

Silent all night.

The sun rises as usual, and the sun falls on the earth, but today's weather is a little different from the past. The clouds in the sky are looming, covering the sun.

Coupled with the cold air blowing from the north, the streets looked much less crowded.

But today is the time for the Great Xia Emperor to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth for the Wenhui.

At this moment, the leaders of the various schools of thought, the civil and military officials of the Great Xia Dynasty, and the Three Kingdoms of the Great Zhou, Dayan and Daqi, specially sent a team of envoys to show their respect.

A team of nearly a thousand people is standing in the cold wind, waiting for the arrival of the auspicious day.

"Your Majesty is here~"

A soft and long voice sounded, and after Wang Yongnian finished shouting, he bowed and stepped aside, waiting for Emperor Xia to go up and down, and followed half a step behind.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty~"

"........."

Hundreds of scholars, civil and military officials, and other prestigious people who were invited into the Temple of Heaven spoke together, bowed their heads and cupped their hands, to welcome the arrival of the Great Xia Emperor.

"You are free!"

Emperor Xia's deep voice sounded, and a series of voices thanking His Majesty sounded from all around.

"Come on~"

The cold wind blew, and everyone looked solemn. Under the Temple of Heaven, there were warriors filling up the five-color soil that symbolized the heaven, earth and society. Emperor Xia then grabbed a handful and sprinkled it on the Temple of Heaven.

Repeat this three times to show grandeur.

Everyone's eyes also followed Emperor Xia's. After Emperor Xia scattered the five-color soil, the rest of the people picked up the three-color soil that had been placed in front of them one by one, and sprinkled them along all directions of the Temple of Heaven, symbolizing the same origin of all.

Immediately afterwards, the doctor presented the sacrificial oration, and Emperor Xia personally praised it. The whole process lasted for an hour.

Later, after the recitation of the sacrificial text was finished, disciples from the Taoist sect came forward to perform the sacrificial ceremony. Finally, Emperor Xia inserted a big incense that was as tall as a man in the center of the five-colored soil, and the ceremony came to an end.

At noon, when the sun shines on the five-color soil, three animals are offered, covered with festive red silk, with fireworks as the sound, and delicacies as rewards, and the whole world celebrates together.

The heavy and lengthy ceremony will last about four hours. If it is an ordinary person, it may already be exhausted in the process.

Ye Wushuang accompanied his grandfather Ye Sucheng to watch the entire ceremony. Except for the lengthy time, the rest of the ceremony looked very solemn, and every detail reflected the historical background.

When the grand ceremony was over, Ye Wushuang accompanied his grandfather back to the Ye Mansion at night after he came to the Great Summer Palace to participate in the palace banquet hosted by Emperor Xia for his ministers.

"Young master, this is the latest news."

After Ye Wushuang settled his grandfather, Ye Wushuang stepped into the study, and Ye Nan appeared in front of him, holding a copy of the latest current affairs news in his hand.

"Sure enough!"

Glancing at the message conveyed in the envelope, Ye Wushuang knew it, and then thought about it.

The world was shaken, and all the great masters knew that the cultivators in the divine realm had reappeared in the world. To the cultivators, this news was no less than the appearance of a divine object.

"An unknown number of great masters went to Daxia Yingtian Mansion, and there are even more masters and even cultivators in the innate realm. The essence of the hundred schools who can glimpse the divine realm has become the target of public criticism at this moment."

Ye Wushuang was thinking in his heart, and at the same time, he was also thinking about how to deal with it.

With his current cultivation base, even if dozens of great masters come, he can still suppress them with one hand, but if there is another living cultivator in the divine realm in this world.Then, all the great masters, masters, and even all practitioners in the innate realm, not only will they not stop, but they will become crazier and more blindly fanatical.

Therefore, in this turmoil affecting the whole world, Ye Wushuang can't reveal his spiritual cultivation, but he can't let these great masters act recklessly and disrupt Da Xia, so as not to cause unbearable damage to Da Xia.

Thinking about it this way is indeed a tricky question.

(End of this chapter)