Chapter 2638: The Heavenly Demon is Born

The Saint Demon’s arm, like a folded pillar of heaven, obscured light and cast shadows. It rumbled down, giving people a kind of illusion that the sky had collapsed.

"Among these few in Taixu Pavilion, I actually appreciate you the most. Unbridled and self-serving, arrogant and willful, you are not someone tamed by this rotten world." Seven Hates's laughter was muffled, yet under Zuoqiu Wu's suppression, it still embodied a high-up perspective. "Boy, you still hold quite a grudge!"

Dou Zhao’s left arm had just been broken by the original Saint Demon. Now, he was chopping down precisely the Saint Demon's left arm.

Though the demon’s arm was broken, its power was already far-reaching.

It did not affect the chess grid prison cage that had already opened, nor did it stop the window that was about to be pushed open!

The dust of history was swept away, and the window of time, which had been a projection, gradually became real. The moment it was truly pushed open, there was actually a concrete sound.

The book slips tightly bound within the chess grid were now untied. That volume of dust-sealed bamboo slips slowly unfolded.

This volume of book slips, which concealed black chess pieces, had been "bound to the high cabinet" by Zuoqiu Wu, and then moved back into the present world by Seven Hates.

Zuoqiu Wu utilized the power of "Diligent Academy" to peel Wu Zai Xue's history projection from Sima Heng's body. He brought it from the graveyard of unknown history into "Diligent Academy," thereby triggering the series of fights with Seven Hates entering the field.

But Wu Zai Xue's history projection, under the influence of transcendent power, had long begun to erode Sima Heng. Zuoqiu Wu temporarily cut off the infected part, but the wound was still there.

A very important reason for closing the time window and pushing Sima Heng back into the confused chapter within the history graveyard was to isolate this "wound" from contact with the already cut off poisonous infection.

Now, Seven Hates raised a hand to open the prison and with a single thought pushed the window open, precisely to find that connection again.

It was not important whether Sima Heng returned or not. The "relationship" between Sima Heng and "Wu Zai Xue" could become the channel for Seven Hates’s thought to escape. All escape possibilities within "Diligent Academy" had been cut off by these people, but the history graveyard could not be sealed by them.

His intention was obvious, and Dou Zhao stood with his knife, showing no intention of retreating.

He knew, of course, that this knife would not break the response made by Seven Hates with Saint-level power, and the history graveyard was not a problem he could solve. But before the channel was complete, shattering this thought of Seven Hates was also a choice — of course, he could not kill this immortal's thought, but he could disintegrate its power of resistance.

In this level of fight, he only needed to do his part. The remaining things would naturally be done by others.

The man who broke the arm with one knife did not leave. Dou Zhao twisted and folded in the air, driving the knife with his waist, reversing the blade, and lifting it against the momentum!

The muscles of his waist twisted into lines, tight like a bowstring, emitting a precarious sound. The rules within the Heaven and Earth Time Furnace were all substantially twisted. The so heavy, so sharp Tianxiu knife, at this moment, yet lost its knife form. Although full of effort, it was like a ribbon, lightly floating upwards.

Dou Zhao’s knife was always the ultimate aesthetics of violence.

Only this one knife was unprecedentedly ethereal, like a beautiful dream of an illusory person.

That ribbon dyed in people’s eyes clearly aggregated countless bizarre flowing shadows.

This one knife had already completely detached from the category of Dou Zhan Seven Style, and was not purely White Day Dream.

Its name was Wang Sui.

To say it was a knife to cut the skull was more like a head covering falling, an unfolded domain. A strange, accident-prone death match field.

In a certain sense, it inherited from Yin Yang House's White Day Dream, and was very similar to the House's power. But the House's power more followed the rules within each segment of the "story," while White Day Dream was more free and boundless, and also more uncontrollable.

The development of a story is not completely decided by the author, but the author can probably see which direction the story will go. White Day Dream, however, was bizarre, suddenly bringing about heaven and earth. The dreamer also did not know what they would dream next.

That year, Yin Yang Little Saint, Zheng Shao, was famous precisely for the wonder and uncertainty of his Yin Yang technique. Just like his famous saying — "I also don't know how my opponent will die."

Strong individuals often hate uncertainty, because that means losing control. But Dou Zhao was not like that. As an absolute top figure in fighting talent, he was confident in his impromptu performance within any change. He was good at contending.

At this moment, he stepped onto the bridge of White Day Dream, bringing this uncertainty, simultaneously sending it to Zuoqiu Wu and Seven Hates. It was to welcome the most ultimate change, to open the most dangerous game! To fight a life-and-death battle with Seven Hates’s thought amidst the sudden wind and rain and the roaring sea.

Zuoqiu Wu was already destined to die, so this knife of his avoided no one, covering the sky wildly, as if wanting to chop both contenders to death.

"I don’t appreciate you that much. You lost too quickly as Wu Zai Xue, and as Seven Hates, you are again too cowardly —" The knife light was like a waterfall, pouring through the Saint Demon, and Dou Zhao’s voice was temporarily also muffled. He boldly joined Zuoqiu Wu and Seven Hates’s thought battlefield!

"Let me see how you fare without your superior!"

Except for the knife, there was no other thought. The brave one has no fear, the traveler has no borders!

He believed in himself too much, and also believed in the people who came with him.

Seven Hates smiled. As a transcendent demon, He would not have this kind of trust in any existence. However, in Wu Zai Xue’s memory, there were moments of such trusted comrades. But…

Haha!

Usual feelings, past favors, none of it counted as evidence. How people would choose at the juncture of life and death could only be verified by life and death.

While resisting Zuoqiu Wu, He welcomed Dou Zhao’s challenge, understanding that the final moment was about to come.

Demons are not without emotion. He felt a long-lost excitement!

The hands of the Confucian Sect elders Li Xiao were raised to the proper position just as Dou Zhao’s knife light intersected.

As if rehearsed countless times in the past, Li Heng Zhi’s eyes were clear and bright. He rose and chanted: "A gentleman is broad in learning through literature, about to with ritual, also cannot abandon eh!"

Around his body appeared countless virtual shadows of text, all from the book "Diligent Academy," surrounding his ritual clothes, regular and orderly. Like dragons and phoenixes dancing in a circle, extremely beautiful.

He said: "The Way does not deviate!"

The essence of ritual is constraint; constraint is for better cultivation, allowing people to take big steps forward, not deviating from the great Way.

Opposite him, Xiao Zhi Heng also rose with a posture conforming to ritual, saying: "Birth, serve with ritual; death, bury with ritual, sacrifice with ritual."

This gentleman was no longer seen in the pathetic state of being struck back by the Taixu Pavilion crowd. He looked up at the sky, his expression solemn: "What for filial, not violate ritual also!"

To be filial to parents, treat them with ritual. Not to say emotion is not important; emotion is within ritual.

When Li Heng Zhi and Xiao Zhi Heng stood together and acted simultaneously, only then did they truly embody the power of the sect pillar above Book Mountain.

Literary spirit thus became dragon and tiger, interlocked, booming in the high sky.

In the endless emptiness outside the lakeside pavilion, a large pen appeared, like a writing brush. As if a doomsday divine boat, sailing out from the eternal end.

Its shaft was like a carved heavenly beam, its tip like condensed spiritual light.

The literary intent of a thousand autumns was engraved on it. The chapters of ten thousand ages flowed upon it like a waterfall.

This was the Spring and Autumn Pen!

The former body of the Spring and Autumn Pen, "Huolin Cave Heaven," was the first-ranked existence among the thirty-six small cave heavens. The Spring and Autumn Pen had also always been publicly recognized as the strongest among the top ten cave heaven treasures.

Especially important was that the Spring and Autumn Pen and Han Qing Jian were a set of treasures. It was said that when the two united, they could contend with those on the list of the top ten cave heaven treasures.

Zuoqiu Wu had hidden the story of "Diligent Academy" inside Han Qing Jian. The Spring and Autumn Pen killing its way in at this time was simply like a fish getting water, a tiger roaring in the mountain forest, possessing the supreme authority to arbitrarily smear this work.

It was also the important means that Book Mountain used to rewrite the ending in this game.

Li Heng Zhi and Xiao Zhi Heng exerted force simultaneously. With a horizontal stroke, they closed the time window that was shaking and about to open. With a vertical stroke, they erased the power that Seven Hates had exerted on the chess grid prison cage by borrowing the Saint Demon’s body!

Yellowed book slips, still bound to the high cabinet. Old time, still covered in dust.

Everything seemed not to have happened. Seven Hates had not once jumped out of that difficult choice!

A majestic transcendent one, actually had all his efforts erased. Unable to descend his transcendent power, he was just treated as a meat target to be hit.

In this "Diligent Academy" chapter, the arrangement currently embodied could already be said to be invincible below transcendence!

If any other demon lord were here, they would probably all be trapped and killed.

Yet Seven Hates said in a voice: "Wonderful!"

At this moment, within the Saint Demon’s demon body, Seven Hates, Zuoqiu Wu, and Dou Zhao were in a fierce, chaotic fight.

All three looked like their ontologies, but the appearance of Seven Hates was only the power of the Saint Demon. The core of Seven Hates within this body was only that one transcendent thought.

He praised "wonderful," not for the Spring and Autumn Pen, but for Dou Zhao’s knife that poured down like sudden rain.

Zuoqiu Wu suppressed His power, and Wang Sui stirred the Saint Demon’s demon body into a mess. The demon qi was completely out of control, sometimes turning into the demon of a Yin Demon general, sometimes into a Demon Hall immortal palace, sometimes violent rain, sometimes thunder.

In this constantly surging change, before these frequently appearing accidents, He and Zuoqiu Wu were fighting in a group, and Dou Zhao could still squeeze in with the edge of his knife, forcing Him back two steps every time. It could not be called anything but extremely wonderful knife technique.

He could not wait any longer.

Seven Hates lifted demon qi as a sword, leisurely pointing at the tip of Dou Zhao’s knife. At the same time, He folded His body, the long handle horizontal, facing Zuoqiu Wu face to face, crossing blades. The edge of the sword almost scraped against Zuoqiu Wu’s facial bone. The shell condensed by the Saint Demon’s power was also pointed through by Zuoqiu Wu!

Zuoqiu Wu’s fingertip had almost reached that transcendent thought.

No one was wrong, no one was first. One sent, one returned. One was contained within, one was within the other, one look!

As His long hair flew and danced, Seven Hates looked outside the chessboard, at the Spring and Autumn Pen above the lakeside pavilion that framed the world like a heaven beam. He smiled inexplicably: "Long time no see."

He did not have Wu Zai Xue’s feelings, but He had Wu Zai Xue’s memory.

In Wu Zai Xue’s memory, the Spring and Autumn Pen was that grand treasure, crossing mountains and crushing seas, shaking time. It was not only a cave heaven treasure, but also the faith of Confucian cultivators!

But now…

It was just so.

It was not that the Spring and Autumn Pen and Han Qing Jian were not strong enough. It was that the current Seven Hates was already too strong. Moreover, the Li Xiao elders were still in the stage of borrowing the treasure's power, not mastering it.

"Long time no see!"

Just then, Jiang Wang, possessed by Chi Xian as "Wu Zai Xue," suddenly let out such a roar. Echoing Seven Hates's sigh was the shout of "Wu Zai Xue," this honorable history projection! He shouted: "Zi Mister!!!"

This immortal demon-fighting history projection body instantly determined victory and defeat. The extreme emotion and desire demon qi within the body almost immediately disintegrated, like a falling tree or scattered birds, yet again gathered and returned to the nest, all thrown to Jiang Wang's body.

"Wu Zai Xue"'s immortal body was immediately achieved, while Jiang Wang, the "Immortal Lord" of the Ten Thousand Immortals, was full of black smoke.

He had used one sword to give the extreme emotion and desire demon qi to "Wu Zai Xue," almost forcing "Wu Zai Xue" into a desire demon. Yet Seven Hates, at the moment of abandoning the defense of "Wu Zai Xue," sent the thousand times purified extreme emotion and desire demon qi back to Jiang Wang.

It could be said there was coming and going, sending and returning. It matched Zuoqiu Wu lighting firecrackers, a very festive atmosphere.

This time, it was Jiang Wang, who had become the Heaven Demon Ding Heng, whose dao body was temporarily not peaceful.

The pure demon intent that suddenly entered his body hooked his extreme emotion and desire demon, forcing him to emergency stop all actions and mobilize heaven dao power to suppress it.

"Wu Zai Xue," this honorable history projection, became an immortal spirit-like existence, while Jiang Wang, this "Immortal Lord," could not even take it into his immortal palace. His entire person was static in the Thousand Autumn Coffin, demon qi wandering in his seven orifices.

Seven Hates completely abandoned "Wu Zai Xue," this honorable history projection, to exchange for Jiang Wang, this variable constant, fixing this plague god who could explode at any time into an ornament in this fight.

And "Wu Zai Xue"'s "Zi Mister" before ascending to immortality, precisely at this moment, transmitted a distant echo.

On the peak of Book Mountain, heaven and earth were bright. Thunder did not form here, and the heaven wind returned here.

The literary spirit that had surged for ten thousand ages steamed into clouds here.

That stock of green pine that had lived for ten thousand years, once covering the sky like an umbrella, had literary clouds all suspended beneath it.

This literary cloud was also the literary fortune of the Confucian family!

Now, only a stump, slightly more than half alive, remained, still like a huge, boundless sculpture.

For many years, Zi Mister had sat alone facing the stump.

Watching year after year with the tree.

In a certain moment, his Confucian robe moved without wind, and the white jade hair crown he wore actually showed cracks!

On the mountain peak here, there was a thunder-like boom. The literary cloud that condensed ten thousand ages actually surged into a huge face — "Wu Zai Xue"'s face!

Once also a top Confucian cultivator in talent, enjoying a reputation for a time, a history scholar. Becoming famous in the sea of learning, asking the dao in Book Mountain, Zi Kui Wu Zai Xue, his articles spread throughout the world!

Within this thick Confucian literary fortune, there was a part of him, Wu Zai Xue.

Alas, now not a single word spread throughout the world, not a single article known to the world.

Seven Hates abandoning Wu Zai Xue’s history projection was actually taking Wu Zai Xue’s literary spirit, pinching it into a chess piece, and placing it in the Confucian literary fortune.

This was an earth-shattering move. No one would have thought that Seven Hates had actually buried this long, single stroke within the literary cloud of Book Mountain. If it were not revealed today, it would still not be known to people. He had a hate to overturn the Confucian family!

"Who stole my works, deceived the world and stole names?"

"Who signed my articles, styling themselves literary heroes?"

"You all upright gentlemen, why not report this name!"

"Wu Zai Xue entering the demon was not his seeking, but being isolated and without aid, with no road to walk."

"Wu Zai Xue can be denied, but what about his works? Under what name? Those who succeeded his book, do they still want to cut off his name?"

"History has no single word, you all bought your own names."

"Zi Mister! As the current leader of Confucianism — do you know the demon? The demon is exactly this intent!"

"When kin hides, thus a heaven demon is born!"

On the peak of Book Mountain, the ten thousand li literary cloud was for a time rolling with demon qi!

The entire Confucian literary fortune was about to be polluted.

Crack!

Zi Mister’s white jade hair crown directly cracked and shattered into a group of snow-white dust.

He lifted his hand and pointed, using this to mend the sky.

Book Mountain was, after all, a Confucian holy land, and Zi Mister was, after all, the current saint, one of the strongest below transcendence. This hasty launch of demon intent to invade fortune was naturally impossible to succeed. But it also cost him a raised finger, costing him his gaze directed towards "Diligent Academy."

Betting this gamble with transcendent power again at this moment, Seven Hates’s chances of winning had greatly increased.

He could instantly descend, killing most existences here. Without Zi Mister's gaze, it would be very difficult to block Him for another round. The other transcendent ones probably would not arrive in time for the dangerous gamble the Confucian family had set to kill Him.

But He did not move this thought. He folded His body within the Saint Demon body, only smiling: "Tonight we part in dreams, we will gather another day!"

That volume of dark gold colored book slips disappeared in a flash. Only a void remained in the original place.

He directly destroyed "Li Beng Le Huai Saint Demon Gong"!

Within the void, infinite and endless demon qi exploded, as if a silent volcano that had been dormant for ten thousand years had erupted in rage.

This instantly produced terrifying power, piercing everything, scattering the suddenly descended Taixu Pavilion crowd east and west, and also lifting up that branch of the Spring and Autumn Pen!

Just in front of Zuoqiu Wu and Dou Zhao, that formed body wrapped in transcendent thought was also erased as if it were a painting, completely wiped away.