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The shadowy figure of the Witch God exuded a world-destroying power, enveloping everyone in Jingshan City.
A vast expanse of black fog descended upon the world like the Grim Reaper.
The soldiers and civilians of Jingshan City who had miraculously survived all prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to look directly at the witch god.
Around them, more or less, lay the mummified corpses of sorcerers who had been sacrificed!
But at this moment, they could feel the power of the gods!
"May the Witch God protect us!"
"Witch God! All the wizards are dead!"
"May the Witch God slay these damned heretics!"
"Witch God, please save us!"
"May the gods protect us!"
……
A shattered city, the skeletons of wizards scattered everywhere, and a deafening cacophony of shouts!
Incite the Witch God to fury!
Under the watchful gaze of the Witch God, the unstoppable power surged forth, and heaven and earth joined forces, unleashing streams of black Witch God power that tore through the air!
Li Chang'an's body, the Precious Moon King, was revealed, and cracks had appeared on it, with traces of blood seeping out and the flesh tearing apart inch by inch.
He immediately activated the "Zhe" secret technique, which, combined with the healing power of a martial artist's immortal body, instantly restored his injuries to their original state.
Luo Yuheng transformed into a golden light and fled to the horizon. Sun Xuanji also immediately followed the array pattern and fled, not daring to utter a single word.
Wei Yuan, who possessed only the immortal body of a warrior but lacked the Daoist Dharma form, had his flesh and bones torn apart, and blood flowed profusely!
If it weren't for concerns about harming the soldiers and civilians of Wushang City, the power of the Witch God could have instantly annihilated everyone on the ground.
The voice of the sorcerer god was melancholy, desolate, and proud, as if it came from the ancient wilderness, from another dimension.
"Without transcending your rank, you are ultimately just mortals, no different from ants."
Blood flowed from Wei Yuan's seven orifices, his face contorted, yet he still sneered repeatedly, "Hahaha! God! What a god!"
Forty years ago, in the three northeastern prefectures of Dafeng.
The sorcerer god issued a divine decree to destroy the Great Feng and seize its destiny!
The three northeastern kingdoms mobilized 200,000 troops to capture the three prefectures of Xiangyang, Jingzhou, and Yuzhou, massacring them every three days, leaving no one alive, including the elderly, women, or children.
For miles around, there was no sign of human habitation; withered bones lay buried in the mountains and fields. For the next ten years, the imperial court stationed 100,000 troops in the three prefectures.
However, the people preferred to become refugees rather than return to their homeland, because they were truly terrified by the witch god cult.
Afterwards, the imperial court re-established the Yellow Register and discovered that the vast lands of Xiangzhou, Jingzhou, and Yuzhou were almost entirely deserted!
Millions of people died in that war!
Wei Yuan's ancestral home was Yuzhou.
Of the Wei family, only one boy survived.
Memories of the past flooded his mind, and he was no longer the young man in the blue robe he once was.
At this moment, Wei Yuan's divine power suddenly intensified, suppressing the recovery of his immortal body.
The Great Feng Army God's eyes were filled with tears of blood, his eyes were about to burst, and his body was almost shattered, making him look like a blood-soaked figure.
As soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out like a spring, and tears of blood splattered in the air; every word was heart-wrenching!
"Looking back over forty years, the national hatred and family feuds are still fresh in our minds!"
Their gods are my enemies!
Now, I want to know!
"God, can you trap an ant like me?"
In his blood-soaked hand, he held aloft a page of a book. On the page was recorded a very common spell, a spell that wizards were very familiar with!
The core ability of the ritual is to summon heroic spirits.
Wei Yuan intends to use his mortal body to summon a supreme Confucian deity, the Confucian Sage, to descend to earth!
"A mortal body is not necessarily incapable of fighting against gods!" Wei Yuan was incredibly heroic at this moment!
But at that moment, the magnificent golden imperial brush suddenly shot out from the air and ripped the pages of the book apart with a tearing sound.
"Oh dear, young man, it's just a show of heroism in front of others, why risk your life?"
Wei Yuan was suddenly taken aback. The spirit of this pen sounded rather cheeky.
Wei Yuan suddenly laughed, "This time, I, Wei, have performed a divine feat in front of the people and sealed the Witch God, which is enough to make me famous in history."
"No need, no need." The Emperor's Brush flew into Li Chang'an's hand with a smile.
Holding the Emperor's Brush, Li Chang'an wrote a large character in the void!
"Summon!"
Then, his aura surged, and a powerful and surging purple aura emanated from the Emperor's Brush!
A hazy purple aura, like rosy clouds, enveloped Li Chang'an layer by layer.
Wei Yuan's legs went weak, and he knelt down straight in mid-air.
"It's that trick again..."
The Imperial-Level Hegemony Record can condense the world's fortune; those purple energies are the fortune condensed by Li Chang'an.
"The fate of Yan Kingdom... Li Chang'an, you deserve to die." The Witch God's voice was cold, his anger rising.
Li Chang'an actually used the Emperor's Brush and the Emperor-level World Domination Record to forcibly refine the fortune of the Yan Kingdom.
Wei Yuan's power comes from his physical body, so he can only bear the backlash of summoning a superior-grade weapon with his physical body.
Therefore, if Wei Yuan were to summon the Confucian sage, his flesh and blood would disintegrate, and he would undoubtedly die.
However, Li Chang'an possesses Confucian cultivation and can use the purple energy refined by the Human Emperor's Brush to resist the backlash from summoning the Confucian Sage.
In Jingshan City, the soldiers of Dafeng knelt down in unison, unable to lift their heads under the weight of the Imperial Hegemony Record and the Human Emperor's Brush.
"Great Fengtian King Li Chang'an!"
"Respectfully invite the Sage of Confucianism!"
In the azure sky, the clouds suddenly broke apart, and the dark, oppressive power of the sorcerer god vanished completely, leaving only a clear blue sky.
Between the mountains and the sea, a phantom figure a hundred feet tall appeared, dressed in a Confucian robe and wearing a Confucian hat, with a blurred face and a long, flowing beard.
Whether it was an illusion or not, the bright sun in the sky seemed to have dimmed a bit.
This phantom figure stands with the blue sky above its head and the vast ocean beneath its feet.
As soon as this illusory figure appeared, a pure aura swirled within a hundred miles of Jingshan, and the sound of reading aloud echoed from the void.
Compared to this, the pure spirit accumulated by Confucian academies over a thousand years is like the light of a firefly.
Confucian sage!
The founder of the Confucian system, a great man who transcended social rank.
For the first time in over 1200 years since the passing of the Confucian sage, someone has invoked his spirit.
At that moment, the statue of the witch god trembled violently, and the entire altar and the entire valley shook as if an earthquake had struck.
Since the birth of human civilization, the changes in rituals and systems have been incredibly complex and chaotic.
However, if we extend the long river of "history" and look at it from a macro perspective, the evolution of human civilization can actually be simply divided into two stages: before Confucianism and after Confucianism.
Before the emergence of Confucianism, the system was unstable and volatile, and the country was in a relatively chaotic stage.
After the birth of Confucianism, human civilization had a foundation and a fundamental principle that remained unchanged despite all changes.
In the tens of thousands of years after the end of the era of gods and demons, if we talk about the good fortune bestowed upon them, neither the ancient human emperors nor the countless emperors of later generations could compare to even a fraction of the Confucian sage.
As the founder of human civilization, the Confucian sage seems to have emerged in response to the times.
Wei Yuan's eyes were replaced by a clear light, highlighting a godlike indifference, and his suppressed immortal body began to recover once again.
The scholar's cap and carving knife gleamed, repairing his body again and again. Gradually, the bones and flesh reconnected, and the internal organs took shape. A bloody walking corpse gradually began to resemble a human.
He looked up at Li Chang'an, who was standing on the void. The Great Fengtian King carried not only power beyond his rank, but also the most magnificent fortune since the birth of humankind.
The purple aura surrounding Li Chang'an had condensed into liquid and was boiling completely. The boiling liquid was resisting the powerful backlash from the rules of heaven and earth!
The statue of the sorcerer god began to tremble violently.
The entire altar and the entire valley were shaking, as if an earthquake had struck.
Li Chang'an lightly stomped his foot, and the hundred-foot-tall phantom stomped his foot in unison, suddenly stirring up a tsunami hundreds of feet high in the vast ocean.
Jingshan completely collapsed, a landslide and tsunami occurred.
With a single kick, the Confucian sage leveled mountains and rivers, turning the land into a vast swamp.
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Only by summoning the Confucian sage can the seal on the witch god be strengthened.