The holy monument shines with thousands of rays of light and bursts out with a majestic aura like the vast ocean, making people feel like they are in a small boat floating in the wind and rain.
The holy stele is as white as jade, with obscure textures emerging and a mysterious stream of light flickering.
It is filled with the awe-inspiring power of the holy way.
No one dares to blaspheme.
At this time, everyone on the cloud platform seemed to be frozen by an invisible force. Everyone looked at the landing holy monument with wide eyes, with expressions of disbelief and horror, as if millions of waves were rising in their hearts.
How could the terrifying being who created the sacred art of "Sitting and Discussing the Tao" with his peerless appearance be a small literary talent?
How can this be?!
This is impossible!
The landing of the Holy Monument was like a ground-breaking shock, shocking everyone on the cloud platform. They all couldn't believe the arrogant figure looking at the Holy Monument.
How could it be him?
They have guessed many great sages and even great Confucians, but they have never guessed a small literary talent, nor would they guess a small literary talent.
The holy stele was originally a thousand feet high. It gradually shrank when it landed from the holy sky, and finally shrunk to ten feet, but it seemed more solid.
The texture on the monument is clearly visible.
It also exudes the awe-inspiring aura of the holy way.
It landed on Feng Qingyan's body from the Holy Sky and enveloped Feng Qingyan in it. It represented the foundation of the Holy Dao and contained the laws of the Holy Dao, making it impossible for people to look directly at it.
"This, this is not, impossible!"
Some Legalist disciples couldn't believe Tao, and stepped back step by step, "How could a small literary talent create a holy art? Absolutely not, definitely not him..."
"Even if it's a Sanding gentleman, it's impossible!"
"Sitting and discussing the holy art, how could it be that he created it? There must be something wrong." Someone was shocked to the point of confusion and muttered, "He must be in the center, and the holy monument is originally there.
You have to land at the center, so that's why..."
"This is impossible!"
Countless people on the platform couldn't believe it.
How could it be possible that the holy art of sitting down and discussing Taoism was created by a literary talent?
Although the other party is a Sanding gentleman, his level is too low, and he does not have the rich foundation, extraordinary strength, and amazing talent to create holy arts.
At this time, even Confucian disciples could not believe it.
This is too shocking.
Even Lord Ren, when he saw the holy stele landing on Feng Qingyan, his eyes widened with an expression of disbelief. He originally guessed that it was the leader, or those hidden secrets in Twenty-Seven Books Mountain.
Old doctor...
But who would have thought that it was a small literary talent who created the holy art.
This is really hard to believe.
If Feng Qingyan was a great sage or just a great Confucian, it would not be too shocking, and would even be natural. However, Feng Qingyan is only a small scholar now. How long has it been since he opened the Wen Palace?
Less than half a year!
Moreover, how old is Feng Qingyan?
Not even twenty yet!
When you are not yet twenty years old, how many books have you read and how much knowledge have you gained? Are there any words that can be passed down to the world? Are there any meritorious deeds that can be immortalized in the world?
In this holy world, the ability of scribes to create Confucianism is enough to be astonishing and unparalleled.
Being able to create a Confucianism and Legalism can be called a peerless achievement.
At this time, even An Xiu, whose face was as calm as water, had a look of shock on his face, as if he suddenly couldn't see through his disciple. In fact, when he first saw Feng Qingyan, he had a vague feeling
A foggy feeling.
Although it is even harder to see clearly now, I can still see the majestic mountains in the clouds and fog.
Perhaps this was the reason why he traded his life for his life.
After An Xiu was shocked, his face was filled with relief.
If a disciple is like this, what else can I ask for?
"Ha ha--"
The benevolent Lord looked up to the sky and laughed.
At this time, his face was full of excitement, relief, and endless hope.
Although the person who created the holy art was not a Confucian sage, let alone a great Confucian, he was just a small literary talent.
However, this is enough for a Confucian disciple.
Moreover, Feng Qingyan is not only a Sanding gentleman, he is also very young, which shows that he has more potential than the great sage and is more promising to completely perfect the holy art.
Open the way to sanctification for the world.
"How can this be?!"
Both Legalist Dalu and Mohist Damo looked horrified.
"This is impossible! How can a small literary talent create a holy art?" The Mo family was shocked and shook his head. He still firmly believed that it was impossible and looked at the benevolent master coldly, "This must be a conspiracy of your Confucian family!
"
"conspiracy?"
The Great Benevolent Master was stunned for a moment and said angrily: "The Holy Monument is right in front of us, who dares to plot? Who can plot?"
"Hmph, how could it be him who created the sacred art of sitting down and talking about Taoism? There must be someone else." Mo, the great master of the Mohist family, snorted coldly, becoming more and more convinced that it was someone else, "It might even be you, the benevolent Lord! You Confucianist
, How dare you try to deceive the world in order to save a sinner who everyone wants to punish? Can the world really be deceived?"
When everyone on the cloud platform heard this, it felt like it exploded.
All of them stared at the Great Benevolent Master and the Confucian disciples, looking extremely angry.
The people who created the sacred art were Confucian people.
However, in order to save Feng Qingyan, the Confucianists actually dropped the holy stele from the Heavenly Saint, making people mistakenly think that Feng Qingyan created the holy art...
This is treating everyone in the world as fools!
"My benevolent Lord, do you really believe that everyone in the world is a fool?"
At this time, Legalist Dalu's face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his gaze fell on Daren Master like a knife. He believed that Mohist Dalu was right, and he did not think that Feng Qingyan had such talent to create a holy art.
"Ha ha--"
The Great Benevolent Lord looked up to the sky and laughed again, laughing at their ignorance and stupidity!
Feng Qingyan, who was in the holy monument, saw everyone on the cloud platform being so ridiculous and ridiculous, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh, still looking a little arrogant.
However, the faces of the wandering king and some ghost uncles outside the cloud platform suddenly changed drastically.
They suddenly remembered clearly how Feng Qingyan destroyed Youdu City and how he killed millions of Yin soldiers...
"There is righteousness in heaven and earth..."
"The roc rises with the wind in one day..."
The Ranger King murmured in horror, and the picture in his mind became extremely clear.
For some reason, before the Holy Monument landed, his mind had always been that Feng Qingyan led the Holy Laws to destroy Youdu. However, he could not remember how or how he led it, and he even ignored "
The second and third forms of the sacred art of "Sitting and Discussing the Tao".
Perhaps Youdu is not paying that much attention to other holy arts at this time.
However, Youdu is always paying attention to the holy art of "Sitting and Discussing the Tao" and secretly looking for the person who created the holy art.
In the world where the saint secludes himself.
If someone suddenly becomes a saint, it will immediately break the balance in front of him, which is something Youdu does not want to see.
"Kill him, kill him..."
In the mind of the Ranger King, there was a voice shouting crazily. His eyes gradually turned cold, and he shot out terrifying murderous intent.
It is absolutely impossible for Feng Qingyan to stay!
Youdu will never allow anyone to open the road to sainthood again!
At this time, a terrifying aura suddenly burst out from King Youxun's body, and he rushed towards Yuntai at all costs, preparing to kill Feng Qingyan before everyone could react.
The road to sanctification cannot be opened!
"Haha, then let me show you how I created the holy technique!" Feng Qingyan laughed wildly, then shouted even more wildly to everyone on the platform.
"snort!"
Mo, the great master of the Mohist family, snorted coldly.
"Stupid, do you really think that you are the one who created the holy art?" Legalist Dalu said angrily.
When everyone on the cloud platform heard this, they didn't know how to react for a moment, but there were still expressions of disbelief and ridicule on their faces.
"Sitting and discussing the Tao, Chapter 1, the fourth posture is called Qi Swallowing Thousands of Miles Like a Tiger!"
At this time, Feng Qingyan's body suddenly burst out with a terrifying aura, and he shouted loudly: "I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger."