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He had many guesses about the identity of Donghuang Taiyi, but he denied his own thoughts every time.
He had tried to find out the identity of Donghuang Taiyi many times, but every time, he was told that he was wearing a black mask and a black robe. He had never seen his true face, and he was not even sure of his strength.
Guigu 'zi's eyes sparkled. He had sensed hope of breaking through to the Deva Realm in Mount Kunlun, and there were also people in Xianyang who suspected that they were breaking through to the Deva Realm. He had to make a choice.
He wanted to continue staying at the Kunlun Divine Mountain to find hope for a breakthrough.
It was better to go to Xianyang City to take a look at the path that was suspected to be a celestial being.
After pondering for a long time, Guigu 'zi sighed,""Fine, I can't give up hope for the Kunlun God Mountain. I can't go to the Celestial Path in Xianyang City, so let Ge Nia go.”
Screech!
An ear-piercing screech that pierced through the clouds suddenly cut through the sky, and a black shadow that was thirty feet long was projected on the snowy ground.
Screech! Screech!
In the sky, there was a huge bird with a wingspan of 30 feet. Its feathers were as red as fire, and it landed beside Guigu 'zi.
Guigu 'zi stretched out his hand, and the snow on the ground was swept away. A stone slab suddenly rose from the ground and was caught in his hand.
Chi chi chi!
Guigu 'zi wrote a few lines of words on the stone slab with his fingers, then let the giant bird hold it in its mouth and said lightly,""Give this slate to Ge Nia."
Screech!
The giant bird let out a long cry and spread its wings. In the blink of an eye, it flew up a hundred meters into the sky and disappeared from Guigu 'zi's sight.
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In the territory of Qi State, in the Small Sage Manor.
A handsome old man in a Confucian robe was playing Go. There was no one else in front of him. It turned out that he was playing Go with himself.
He was none other than Xun Zi of the scholarly faction.
Suddenly, Xun Zi frowned slightly and raised his head. He put down the black chess piece and slowly stood up. He walked out of the window and looked in the direction of Xianyang.
"The path to... deva?"
"Did someone become a Deva?"
Even though Xun Zi had an unusually calm temperament, he could not help but feel agitated when he sensed the path that he had been pursuing for hundreds of years.
The scholarly faction was currently one of the strongest among the Hundred Schools of Philosophy. It seemed to be flourishing, but Xun Zi knew the hidden dangers.
There were many Confucian disciples spread throughout the six countries, but there were very few in the State of Qin. This was because the State of Qin valued the law, which was contrary to certain theories of the Confucian school and the Legalism school.
However, the current Qin State was the strongest and had the hope of unifying the nine states. Once the Qin State unified the six states, where would the Confucians go?
There were only two outcomes.
One was to cater to the ruler of Qin and make changes.
The second was to be stubborn and refuse to change. Although they had a backbone, they would definitely die.
Xun Zi wanted to change this situation, not only because of the Qin country. He keenly felt that the Confucians needed to advance with the times and make some changes. They could even absorb some theories from the Legalism, Taoism, and Mohism.
He had indeed made some changes, merging Confucianism and Legalism. Later, he had entered Qin and affirmed Qin's emphasis on Legalism. He said," The four generations of Qin have won because of luck, not because of luck."
However, at the same time, he did not agree with Qin's strategy of attaching importance to criminal law and official administration and despising benevolent gentlemen. He said,"If you use the fame of a king, you will be far behind."
Although Xunzi's position in the Confucian school was second only to Confucius and Mencius, his thoughts contained many legalist ideas. Some of the Confucian scholars even said that he was not a Confucian.
Xun Zi was once confused. He had two proud disciples, Han Fei and Li Si, who were both fans of Legalism, and Han Fei even showed signs of being a master of Legalism.
Xunzi, whose position in the Confucian school was second only to Confucius and Mencius, had actually taught two Legalism disciples, causing the voices in the dark to become much louder.
The ship of the scholarly faction was too old and too big. It was too difficult to turn the steering wheel, but if they didn't turn the steering wheel, it was very likely that they would crash into an iceberg, destroying the ship and killing everyone.
"If I can become a Deva, I might be able to protect the scholarly faction for another hundred years. If I can't become a Deva, I'll pass away in meditation in twenty years at most.”
Xun Zi sighed inwardly. He was not considered old, only in his seventies. According to the lifespan of a martial grandmaster, if nothing unexpected happened, he could live for at least 120 years.
Although he had a calm temperament now, when he was young, he was fiery and liked to fight with others. As a result, many hidden injuries were left in his body. Even with his current cultivation, he could not recover.
"The mysteries of the devas...."
Xun Zi clenched his fists under his sleeves. His eyes were filled with confusion, unwillingness, and desire.
If he had been younger, he would have rushed to Xianyang without even thinking, but he was now over seventy years old, and his body had accumulated many hidden injuries. Coupled with the shackles of the scholarly faction, he no longer had the decisiveness of his youth.
At this moment, he was just struggling at death's door, staying in the Small Sage Manor and playing chess with him every day, protecting the decaying scholarly faction as it moved forward.
"If the scholarly faction is able to produce a martial grandmaster, then I can go in peace.”
Xun Zi slowly turned around and sat down. He picked up a black piece with his fingers and sighed faintly from the bamboo house.
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Xianyang City, Yin Yang Palace.
At the highest point of the Star Picking Pavilion, Donghuang Taiyi stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the stars in the sky.
The Yin-Yang School of Legends originated from Taoism 500 years ago. It was a school of its own that pursued the limits of Heaven and Men. At that time, the Spring and Autumn Era had just begun.
Other than the Yin-Yang School, no one knew how many leaders the Yin-Yang School had experienced so far.
This was because the leader of every generation of the Yin-Yang School would call himself Donghuang Taiyi. No matter what name they used before they succeeded the position of the Yin-Yang School leader, they would abandon their previous name after they succeeded the position and would be called Donghuang Taiyi from then on.
They wore masks and black robes all year round, making them mysterious and unpredictable.
Below the Eastern Emperor Taiyi were the Eastern Monarch, the Moon Goddesses, and the Star Gods.
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