Chapter 2639

The first to bear the brunt was Li Yi.

His sword was too fast. Seven Hates's front hand raised open the foreshadowing it had laid in Shushan, and its backhand Dao sword killed and arrived.

It perfectly met the tide of magic energy after the destruction of the magic art.

Li Yi’s first action was to attack!

Not only did he not retreat, but he accelerated and crashed into it.

Taking this step faster, the magic tide accumulated one less step, thus weakening by three points.

Of course, even weakened by three points, it was still world-destroying.

Every wisp of magic energy greedily devoured heaven and earth, every trace of magic intent was demonic. The demonic collapse of ritual and music, from ancient times to the present, also permeated the entire history of "Diligent Academy," like great rivers and seas, wild tides chasing waves! Li Yi, in his snow robe with a single sword, traced upstream within it.

His sword was very simple. Visually, only one thrust, one horizontal strike.

All the waves that pounced on him and made contact were instantly cleared away.

One sword swept flat a ten-thousand-qing sea, alone again descending to the Nine Nether Springs.

He was like a solitary boat swaying in a tsunami, but wherever the solitary boat passed, it always carved out an instant of calm winds and still waves.

"Ritual Collapse Music Bad Saint Magic Art" was already a lost game, originally destined to be destroyed today, only able to be remade in time.

Seven Hates accelerated this process, and the terrifying power that exploded within this process urged it on as a chess piece, to slaughter a dragon in one move.

Li Yi’s first move was to exchange pieces!

And then the moon surged like a great river.

Qingyi unfolded, and Feng's Chong Xuanzun followed closely behind, descending from the sky simultaneously. He then seized the moon as a knife, horizontally chopping the magic sea.

The boundless magic tide actually opened a gap, then suddenly closed and surged again.

Boom boom! Enormous various outer gods seemed to walk out from the darkness, spreading their double arms, propping up the two sides of the surging tide with ultimate destruction and devastation.

Chong Xuanzun then, in this process of darkness spreading, treaded waves, pushed the moon, chased the magic, and chopped thoughts.

Huang Sheli's reversed journey could not dial back the power of a saint, but neither did she stand by with folded arms at this moment. Thus, she bombed down with the nine-layered Thunder Sound Pagoda to suppress the sea, while Huangmian Buddha's golden body shone brilliantly within the Thunder Sound Pagoda. Father and daughter joined hands, with the treasure pagoda holding the Buddha, how could their killing power not double? They actually temporarily suppressed the magic energy waves.

Among the Taixu Cabinet crowd, except for Jiang Wang, who was held back by the magic energy, there was Ju Kui, who still maintained the black and white law realm, ensuring the environmental advantage. Qin Zhizhen stopped his knife above the thousand-autumn coffin, continuing to maintain Wuyi and the iron wall—he worried that Jiang Wang might be sneak-attacked at the critical moment of sealing the magic. Setting aside previous feelings between colleagues, one super detached intent and Jiang Wang’s life and death, which is lighter and which is heavier in the overall situation of the entire myriad heavens, is truly not easy to say!

If Seven Hates could forever erase Jiang Wang's existence at the cost of abandoning one super detached intent, it would be extremely likely to be willing.

All this happened in an instant.

It cannot be said that the Taixu Cabinet crowd’s reaction was not timely; in fact, each of them made the most correct choice at that moment.

But Seven Hates, who had forcibly destroyed "Ritual Collapse Music Bad Saint Magic Art" and temporarily possessed immense power, was undoubtedly terrifying!

At this moment, its power was like that of Saint Zuoqiu Wu holding Diligent Wish in hand, yet it traversed here with an immortal's perspective—it could have had more detailed warfare methods, more exquisite changes, but at the moment its determination was made, it only purely pushed the magic energy. With a magic tide like mountains and seas, it barbarously pushed open all obstacles!

The knife opened the magic tide, then the magic energy tsunami surged back. The sword killed ten thousand qing of magic energy, then a billion qing surged back. The thousand-zhang Thunder Sound Pagoda immediately tilted by ten thousand zhang.

This was not aesthetic, but very direct.

The Spring and Autumn Brush lifted, Sweat Ancient Simple confirmed. Seven Hates did not kill a single person, only focused on fleeing. This means of fleeing also far exceeded the imagination of absolute peak cultivators. Its form vanished in a blur, the wind blowing open the door of years.

The fan, driven by the two elders Li and Xiao with the Spring and Autumn Brush closing the window of time, creaked and shook once again.

And in the blank space where the Saint Magic body of Seven Hates disappeared, after being swallowed back by the magic energy, an eye remained—this blank eye seemed to be Seven Hates's eyes left here, just looking at Zuoqiu Wu like this. Yet, within the unsolved magic tide, Seven Hates's mocking voice remained: “You mediocre one, are you qualified to contain Seven Hates?”

“The characters are not profound, the stories are not three-dimensional. The emotions are not deep, the hate is not heavy. There are fundamentally no intense emotions, only your rigid and weak wishes, mournful between the lines. You are even cautious in your dreams, not daring to indulge and seek. You are not fit to write history books, you are not qualified to run a family—you fundamentally cannot write drama!”

This game is already over!

Zuoqiu Wu deeply understood this result. He gouged out Sima Heng's magic sores, cleared the magic plague of Diligent Academy, left the historical projection of "Wuzhai Xue," and thwarted Seven Hates's plan to wipe away its own hidden dangers. But he was unable to leave Seven Hates's super detached intent, much less kill an immortal.

He counted as having completed his predetermined goals, but had not achieved his higher expectations.

In the flames of time, he withered like a dying candle. Large blocks of the past peeled off his body. This constantly dissolving life ultimately piled up at his feet as candle tears.

“Yes,” he said, “a character like Seven Hates should not appear in my story.”

“But it is not that I have no ability to write about you, but that the evolution of this character goes against the main theme of my writing. I admit I cannot use this pen of mine to reasonably kill you, but killing you is not my most important pursuit. Seven Hates, you are important, but not the most important. Of course I hate you, but the most important thing is not my emotions.”

“Anyone who cannot shake my writing ideas, even if you are going to escape this piece. You ask me if this story can contain you, I only ask myself—what do I write this book for?”

His candle fire did not calm, instead it instantly blazed high!

This body melted sharply, like a flood breaking a dike, already unstoppable.

His resolve to die was just like Seven Hates destroying "Ritual Collapse Music Bad Saint Magic Art." Burning his body was like burning a book.

“Don’t be in such a hurry to die!!” Dou Zhao held his knife in front of that blank space, splitting the blade edge into it, and turned back to shout at Zuoqiu Wu.

Zuoqiu Wu clearly knew what he meant, but still joked, “Thank you for your concern, Cabinet Member Dou. My intent is already decided.”

Dou Zhao had no mood to joke with him, only bared his teeth, “Old dean, haven't you forgotten something—Zhong Xuan?!”

Zuoqiu Wu smiled, “Didn’t you call me an old thing?”

Dou Zhao steadied a bit, and sighed lightly in his heart. Thus, propping his knife with one hand, he performed a salute, “I’m very sorry to have caused you such a misunderstanding, but Chu people are warm and courteous, not all like Zhong Liyan. Did he not scold you? I apologize to you on his behalf.”

Finally, he countered a joke with a joke, dissolving some of the heaviness.

The shell of Saint Magic collapsed like sand at this time. The magic art was already resolved, the magic spirit was long dead, and the magic body naturally could no longer exist.

The blank eye that Seven Hates left behind, the crack in the blank space split by the knife, as well as the remaining bodies of Dou Zhao and Zuoqiu Wu, all manifested outside.

Zuoqiu Wu lifted his eyes and gazed.

Jiang Wang, who was suppressing the magic energy with the power of the Heavenly Way, just happened to look this way—the ultimate, pure, extreme emotion and desire magic intent that Seven Hates pushed forward had restricted Jiang Wang, this variable, in the current situation. However, after this game, it would be a huge supplement to Jiang Wang.

He had originally built his foundation on the balance of heavenly demons, and achieved his Dao by proving himself in various realms. His cultivation in the Wumengdu Mountain branch of the magic ape had always been step by step, not particularly fast. Now that the magic intent had increased and the Heavenly Way had strengthened, he would take big strides forward.

Seven Hates had given him and Mr. Zi equal attention. After settling the choices of the two of them in Xuejing, it broke the window and fled.

Now, although he could not mobilize too much power, he was always paying attention to the battlefield.

Looking at him, Zuoqiu Wu said, “The whereabouts of Zhong Xuan…True Monarch Jiang always knows.”

The Taixu Cabinet crowd looked towards Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang was slightly stunned.

Zuoqiu Wu had indeed made him a promise in the ice coffin and explained it to him, but he hadn’t clearly stated the news of Zhong Xuan.

But immediately he reacted and flipped out a scroll of green bamboo slips from his hand—this was the little toy that Zhong Xuan had initially given him, saying it was an imitation of the “Sweat Ancient Simple.”

He always carried it on his body. Initially, it was to record the process of him slaying eighteen heterogeneous true ones, to confirm his boast in Tiandu City. He used historical means as evidence, avoiding falling into the mouths of others.

Later…

He then used this simple to make records at last year’s Taixu Conference.

At this moment, the green simple was displayed, and characters appeared, stating—

“Zhong Xuan’s matter has not arrived, record the absence once.”

This was the record of the Taixu Conference in Dao Calendar 3930, observed by the Taixu Dao Master.

No matter how the history of "Diligent Academy" evolved, no matter what happened in the end, Zhong Xuan’s story would not disappear, this character would not be wiped away.

Zhong Xuan’s matter has not arrived, and is not dead either.

Zhong Xuan always exists, and the Taixu Cabinet always remembers!

Of course, Zuoqiu Wu had not forgotten either.

In the roaring furnace of time flames, there were rustling sounds of books being flipped.

In the many chapters of the story "Diligent Academy," there was one page that he had torn off early. Yet it was not abandoned, but stored separately.

At this moment, the flames of time burned his body, and the candle turned to ash. With the Taixu Cabinet's conference record as the guide, this page surfaced.

Those characters were like flowing light and shadows, like wild geese treading snow and passing by. But the chapter with Zhong Xuan as the protagonist was seen by everyone like this—

One month, there were doubts.

Three months, slightly bitter, stained by magic, imprison it. It will take ten years to resolve the magic intent.

Six months, they should come.

Nine months, Mr. Once is missing, searched everywhere but not found. I stand by my words and record his matters, hold the pen and record his appearance. Remember.

Winter month of the second year, hearts are panicked. Flipped out an ancient zither score, trying to repair it.

New Year's Eve, don't know who set off firecrackers in the front courtyard, the sound is like the old year. I took my pen and wrote a new peach talisman. I used too much force yesterday, my injury hasn't healed, my hand is a bit shaky, the characters are not very good… Forget it, it's always better than Jiang Wang. Hang it up.

Not one wrong, not one out of tune, not one hair, not one internal, not one containment, not one within one, not one look!

Four years, there is a blood moon in the sky, like an omen. I went up and wiped several times, couldn’t wipe it off, forget it, it’s quite good-looking.

Thirty-one years, snow. Freezing snow kills people, the cold knife does not stop, magic intent is in heaven. Seventeen people died, all their tomb inscriptions were engraved. Sixty-four people were frostbitten, most of them were listless after being rescued. They say there is no hope. How can there be no hope? There are no lotuses frozen in the lotus vat in the front courtyard. I stored some snow in the vat and brewed wine.

Two hundred and nineteen years, vaguely feel it is not this year and month.

Three hundred and seventy-seven years, long life is not necessarily long fortune, ah. Mr. Xu finally died, Mr. Zhao went mad at the longevity banquet. No one shed tears, they all won't cry anymore. I didn't say anything, I recorded these stories.

Six hundred and seventy years, the sky is no longer bright.

Seven hundred and eleven years, six months, they should come.

Eight hundred years, hey, an integer!

These are the "matters" of "Zhong Xuan’s matter has not arrived"!

Long life, just one chapter in a book.

In Cui Yiduo's history chapter, everyone died. He alone, under the Six Yao Mountains and Rivers Ban, stood alone at the Moon Door, practicing his sword day after day, waiting to grow old day after day without any progress.

In Zhong Xuan's history chapter, strange things happened year after year, and the academy declined day by day.

Zhong Xuan used his body as a book, recording everyone and every story. He seriously wrote characters and strived to live.

He believed he would not be forgotten, he believed his colleagues would come find him.

He believed that every stroke he recorded was meaningful.

Right until now.

Right until the Taixu Cabinet's conference record called back his chapter.

In the majestic heaven and earth time furnace, on that burning time flame, Zhong Xuan's calm characters ultimately converged into a chapter.

A scroll of spread-out bamboo slips, like a boat on the long river of years. People finally saw Zhong Xuan's virtual shadow. He sat alone on the bamboo slips, continuously changing in the river of time.

Everyone watched quietly.

In the history of this tormenting academy, he just quietly made efforts, he just never stopped writing.

He did everything he could. In his idle time, he would occasionally sit in the lake heart pavilion and gaze at the distant sky.

Perhaps waiting for something, perhaps thinking about something.

Later, he carried a large stone and carved it with a single knife, a knife that wasn't a knife. Various strange things always happened inside Diligent Academy, and he always had to go handle them. Sometimes he wouldn't come to the lake heart pavilion for several months, sometimes he could continuously come and sit for three or five days.

Slowly, he engraved a stone table and two stone stools.

Again, slowly, he carved the stone table into a chess table. Then he carved two chess boxes and ground two boxes of chess pieces.

He planned to play chess with himself, not to pass the time, but to use it to deduce methods of breaking the situation.

Every chess piece was soaked with his experiences and understanding.

When he finally completed the last stroke, he looked up at the distant sky for the countless time—

He finally saw those people.

Arrogant, unrestrained, silent, serious… those who had argued until their faces were red and ears were red, sometimes even drew swords against each other, but still moved forward shoulder to shoulder.

His eyes were very calm, and his voice was also faint: “Lost your way, huh?”

He muttered another sentence: “If that old man hadn’t delayed for so many years…”

With just this one glance, he had already discovered that Huang Sheli and Ju Kui had also stepped onto the absolute peak—he had become the only Dongzhen within the Taixu Cabinet!

His emotions at this moment were instead irrelevant to everything else. He only regretted his own slow cultivation.

The book "Diligent Academy," limited by its current grade and confined to this world, had no possibility of cultivating to the absolute peak. This naturally restricted his leap.

One must know that before he went missing, he was already at the doorstep of the absolute peak.

The lifespan of a Dongzhen is one thousand two hundred and ninety-six years!

He had already used up a large portion of it.

Fortunately, he was still that warm and courteous, occasionally sharp-tongued, and absolutely not merciful with his pen Mr. Zhong.

The time flames ultimately scorched this page and chapter. Dou Zhao subconsciously raised his knife to block, only to find that the time flames that burned everything did not damage this chapter in the slightest.

Only Zuoqiu Wu’s candle tears dripped on it.

Within the chapter world with Zhong Xuan as the protagonist, a long-absent rain fell, and the eternal long night had been torn open by the moonlight.

Zhong Xuan, sitting alone in the lake heart pavilion, held a knife-pen in one hand and gripped a chess piece in the other—

Countless characters flew out from the tip of his pen.

Zuoqiu Wu’s candle tears dripped on the characters, bringing everything to life.

A teacher, therefore, transmits the Dao, imparts knowledge, and resolves doubts!

Now the saint dies, and the Dao transmits the Spring and Autumn.

Zhong Xuan remembered those people, and they condensed one by one again.

He recorded those times, those scenes, like the spring wind sweeping through willows, flowers filling the courtyard.

Everything returned.

The sound of firecrackers was like the old year, and people gathered around the bonfire intimately.

Just as Chong Xuanzun had said before—"History is ultimately recorded on paper."

"Which is true and which is false depends on which history book you bring out when you walk out."

How the final ending of Diligent Academy unfolds depends on which page of history this "Diligent Academy" ultimately leaves behind.

Zuoqiu Wu exhausted everything, precisely to make it history!

And what he saw—Zhong Xuan recording everything with his body as a book, Cui Yiduo holding a sword with single-minded purpose, this old dean irrigating and reviving everything with his remaining life… all this was precisely his ideal future, the best chapter.

Zhong Xuan sat stunned on the stone stool. The power that had been stagnant in his body for many years rose unimpeded at this moment!

The door to the absolute peak, pushed open with a single push, he was still taking big strides forward!