Could it be that this little guy didn't use the paper because he was afraid that the paper wouldn't be able to contain his will?
The many cult masters couldn't help but mutter in their hearts.
"That's…"
The eyes of the Confucian Paragon Saint and Demon Venerable narrowed as they stood up from their seats.
"Buzz!"
Li Qiye's expression turned serious.
The little guy's small body swam through the void, but that white and tender little hand drew a trajectory in the void. Without any thought, a poem was completed in the void.
Set one's heart for heaven and earth!
The moment the poem fell, the entire void was suffused with golden light, and the void trembled.
It was as if this poem contained some kind of immortal power that made it difficult for people to covet it. In fact, they even had the thought of prostrating themselves in worship!
What a magnificent aura!
This was not only the heartfelt thoughts of the sect masters, but also the heartfelt thoughts of the people of the Seven Nights Emperor Dynasty.
After all, no matter how powerful the competition was, it was in a place where ordinary people could not see it.
But at this moment, Li Qiye's poem was shining in the void, glowing with a golden light. Instantly, everyone in the Seven Nights Emperor Dynasty was attracted.
"Look, what's that in the sky? Could it be some kind of treasure? Set your heart for the world?"
"I heard that the Confucian Sect is holding some sort of convention in the imperial capital. Is this the work of a Confucian prodigy? Truly domineering!"
"Mom, I don't want to learn martial arts anymore. I want to learn Confucianism!”
However, it was not the case in the eyes of the Supreme Saints and Demon Venerables.
With their cultivation base, they could clearly see that there were countless spiritual lights floating in the sky in the imperial capital, gathering towards the poems written by Qi Ye.
This was…gathering the fate of the people!
What kind of grand occasion would it be after he wrote down the book?
Da Manor?
Ming Province?
Or a guardian?
Even with their cultivation, it was impossible to estimate. Li Qiye continued to write in the air.
For the sake of the people, for the sake of the saints of the past, inherit the ultimate art!
The people naturally referred to the common people at dawn, while the saints referred to Li Wendao and the early founders and successors of Confucianism, such as Confucius and Mencius.
Saint, Saint, what he meant was, did this little guy think that he was the new Saint?
This was truly a great dream!
Even the many Heaven's Favorites who were still competing were dumbfounded. They originally thought that this little guy was just here to join in the fun, but now, he was beating them, who were more than ten years older than him, at the age of five!
Was this the legacy of the Confucian Saint's bloodline?
Yes, there were still people who didn't believe in Xiao Budian's talent and attributed it to Li Wendao.
"What?! How is that possible?"
Chu Tiange, who was originally arrogant and insufferably arrogant, was also stunned. His state of mind was suddenly thrown into chaos. His right hand trembled, and the brush and ink splashed out. The poem that could have Da County the county level was directly stained with a trace of dirt.
"Buzz!"
Instantly, the treasure light on the paper faded away. Not to mention Da County, even the average level of good poetry could not be considered. Chu Tiange's poem had been destroyed by him.
Chu Tiange's face instantly turned deathly pale. Many cult masters and great Confucians frowned. No matter how talented Chu Tiange was, there was a huge problem with his state of mind.
He was not suitable to be a high-ranking member of the Human Race and make decisions that might affect the lives of the Human Race. His future was destined to be like a prodigy.
"Buzz!"
Beside Chu Tiange, thyme continued to write calmly. Although he was also surprised by Xiao Budian, he was not disturbed. The poem was still completed very smoothly. With a flash of treasure light, the originally plain poem was written.
Many great Confucians nodded slightly. They could see that Threads 'poems were in line with the natural laws of the world. They were simple and unadorned, but they contained spiritual light.
It was very suitable to be nurtured as a higher-up of the Confucian Dao. More importantly, it had a steady mind and was not impetuous.
Of course,
At this moment,
The one who attracted the most attention was still the little guy, Li Qiye. The three lines of his poem were earth-shattering, and once they were written, they would definitely shake the heavens and earth.
However, the little guy did not stop writing because of this. The ink that was originally devoured by him was now suspended between heaven and earth. As his white and tender fingers slid, it gathered into the last sentence!
"Bring peace to all ages!"
"To establish the will of heaven and earth, to establish the lives of the people, to inherit the ultimate arts of the past saints, and to create peace for all generations! What a magnificent dream!”
Everyone present felt extremely shocked at that moment. Although they also had the dream of becoming a Martial Monarch Realm expert and ruling over all living beings, they were all extremely shocked.
However, who would have the breadth of mind of this little guy? Who would have such a grand and magnificent ideal? Who would have the heart for heaven and earth, the lives of the people, the inheritance of the sacred arts, and the peace of the world!
Furthermore, it was so small, yet it was already fighting so hard and unyielding, even suppressing many Confucian elites by itself?
Genius!
Without a doubt!
The heavens did not give birth to me, Li Qiye, and the Confucianists were like the eternal night!
(Wow, I'm not going to update. I'm not short. Continue!)）
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