"Is it possible that this Kunxu realm where hundreds of schools of thought are located was not created by Master Kong?"
Zhang Xuan's heart moved.
Hundreds of schools of thought left the Famous Master Continent and lived in the small world created by Master Kong. They knew this before coming. Therefore, after breaking the seal of the Tianxuan Kingdom and entering, they did not find it strange. Only when they saw the relief in front of them did they understand,
It seems... not so.
This small world seems to have existed forever and was not created by Master Kong.
Could it be that the disappearance of Master Kong's records from here... has anything to do with entering heaven?
Keep walking forward.
After the relief, there is an even larger room. The walls are covered with murals, which describe the powerful people from various schools of thought. After coming to this small world, many powerful people emerged who made great contributions.
As guessed, Qingmai was indeed cultivated by an ancient sage, but it was not the ancient sage Zichi, but one of his descendants. After tens of thousands of years of improvement, it has achieved today's results, even if it is not
Through practice, one can reach the master level as an adult.
The talent is higher and the cultivation speed is faster.
After reading the mural, Zhang Xuan became even more confused.
There is no record here of Master Kong’s disappearance. It seems that he completely left and there is no news about him.
There was nothing else at the end of the room. After walking around for a while, Zhang Xuan felt helpless.
No more clues were found here.
Just as he was about to leave the ancestral hall and look for other clues, his body suddenly swayed and he hid behind the side door. At the same time, more than a dozen seals were placed around his body. In an instant, the figure disappeared from the place as if it had never appeared before.
Wow!
Just after hiding, footsteps sounded, and several figures walked in.
Through the side door, Zhang Xuan looked quietly.
The leader is actually an old acquaintance, Ancient Sage Yan Qing!
The people behind him all knew those who had surrounded and suppressed Emperor Chen Yong in the Confucius Temple.
His current strength, coupled with his understanding of space, is enough to hide himself from these ancient saints as long as he does not actively release his breath or communicate with others.
"Their current condition doesn't seem to be very good..."
Different from what I saw before, in the Confucius Temple, each of these people had a monstrous aura, with the unmatched power and majesty of the ancient saints. But now, their strength has declined one by one. Regardless of their appearance or true energy, they all give people a kind of aura.
The feeling of collapse at any moment.
This feeling is somewhat similar to Zhang Hongtian's before, as if his life span has come to an end.
"What's going on?"
Full of strangeness.
In the Confucius Temple, they surrounded and suppressed Emperor Chen Yong. Although the battle was fierce and many people were injured, they were not too serious. Given enough time, they could recover easily without leaving too many hidden dangers. Why did only a few people get injured?
The moon is gone, are they all looking like this?
Especially the ancient sage Yan Qing, his face looked old and his eyes dimmed. He was on the verge of death, as if he would die at any time.
"Ahem!"
I was wondering in my heart, a coughing sound sounded, and blood spilled from the corner of Ancient Sage Yan Qing's mouth.
"Yan Qing..."
An ancient sage behind him looked over with worry.
"I can still hold on!"
Shaking his head and suppressing the injuries on his body, Ancient Sage Yan Qing turned his head: "After worshiping, let's begin!"
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Well, this can only be done like this. This is the mission and responsibility of our various schools of thought."
Shaking his head, Ancient Sage Yan Qing showed neither sadness nor joy on his face. He said no more and bowed to the statue of Master Kong in front of him to pay homage.
"The most holy master, I am Yan Qing, the seventy-third great-great-grandson of the ancient sage Ziyuan. I have abided by the ancient precepts and fulfilled my duties. I have never slacked off for a day. Now that the Confucius Temple is open, it has reached the critical point passed down by the ancestors orally. There is no room for retreat.
We are willing to sacrifice our lives for it, and we hope that our ancestors will get the news from God and bless future generations!"
Kneel on the ground with a respectful expression.
The statue of Master Kong seems to have no consciousness, motionless and still quiet.
After the worship, everyone stood up. Ancient Sage Yan Qing looked even weaker: "Go over!"
"Um!"
Everyone's eyes showed helplessness, but they didn't say anything and turned around at the same time.
"Tipping point? Sacrifice your life?"
Seeing them leaving, Zhang Xuan removed the restrictions around his body and was confused.
According to normal circumstances, these ancient saints should be sleeping. Why do they come here to say these words? What are the injuries on their bodies?
I heard before that they were repairing the Confucius Temple. Could it be that repairing the Confucius Temple would also cause injuries?
Full of strangeness, he followed closely behind and walked out.
"Dragon Bone Divine Spear, help me hide my aura!"
With a flick of the palm, the magic gun turned into a belt again, covering the whole body. In the blink of an eye, the whole figure seemed to shrink, and no breath leaked out. Even the peak powerhouse who was reborn with blood could not detect it.
Although Zhang Xuan's current combat power is comparable to that of a blood rebirth, after all, he has not broken through to the Ancient Saint. His control over power is still somewhat inadequate. It is enough to maintain the perfection of the Immortal Realm without being discovered. Tracking these mainland's most powerful
Peak experts can easily be detected.
The Dragon Bone Divine Spear swallows the dragon's blood and is only one step away from breaking through to the Shattered Void. Its true combat power is much stronger than that of Ancient Sage Yan Qing. With its help, no matter how sensitive the opponent is, there is no way to know.
After leaving the sage's ancestral hall, I saw ancient sage Yan Qing and others flying straight into the sky, tearing apart the space, and followed closely behind.
After flying for an unknown distance, we arrived at a high platform.
There was nothing above.
"The space here... flows so fast!"
Falling above, Zhang Xuan frowned.
To the naked eye, it looks very quiet in front of you, but if you have a true understanding of space, you can easily feel that the sky in front of you is flowing rapidly and changing constantly, as if it will be unable to bear it at any time and collapse completely.
The most important thing is that behind the space, it gives people a creepy feeling, like a special power coming from the soul.
"Let's get started!"
Stand in a good position and follow the ancient holy path of Yan Qing.
Everyone nodded and gritted their teeth at the same time. Just when they were about to use their strength, a strong wind roared in the distance and two figures flew straight over.
Seeing someone coming at this time, everyone stopped and looked at each other, and Zhang Xuan also turned his head.
call!
The figure fell.
First there was a girl, with a slender body and jet-black hair that hung around her waist, giving people a sense of elegance. She looked like she was in her twenties, and her beautiful eyes were filled with anxiety.
Behind her was a young man in his twenties, dressed in Tsing Yi. Zhang Xuan happened to know him. It was Yan Xue, the powerful man from hundreds of schools of thought who was seeking the ancient saint's relics in Ran and competing with him for the handed down mother talisman.
"Why are you here?"
Seeing these two people, Ancient Sage Yan Qing's face darkened.
"As a descendant of Master Kong, how could I not come when this happens..."
Taking a step forward, the girl's voice contained an irresistible tone.
"Descendants of Master Kong?"
Zhang Xuan was stunned: "Is it the legendary...Kong Shiyao?"