There was joy everywhere in Shengyuan Continent.
It was not because of the appearance of a large number of saintly students, scholars, juren and jinshi, nor was it because it was heard that the demon world was gone, but because of the rumor that Fang Yun had sealed his ancestor.
Daofeng Mountain.
The dense Kunlun energy poured down from Daofeng Mountain like a waterfall. After reaching the halfway point of the mountain, it disappeared. In fact, it was evenly moved to various places in the Shengyuan Continent by the power of the Holy Academy.
In front of the Temple of All Saints.
The semi-saint incarnation and the purple-robed scholar stood outside the door, looking quietly into the hall.
In the main hall, the statue of Confucius is the largest and occupies the highest position, also called the Sage Platform.
The statue of Fang Yun should have been at the head of the sub-saints in the second row, but now, the statue of Fang Yun appeared on the saint platform.
The scholar from the Holy Academy who first saw this scene fainted from fright. After reporting to higher levels, almost all the most important scholars of the human race gathered together.
Therefore, this rare large-scale public meeting of the human race was held in front of the gates of the Holy Temples.
The saints were helpless as this was truly the first time in the history of the human race.
After a long discussion, the saints finally confirmed that Fang Yun was indeed the ancestor.
The vision seen before was the vision of Fang Yun’s ancestor enthronement.
From then on, Fang Yun was the true saint of the human race.
Ever since the death of the Saint, the human race has lost all the noise about Fang Yun. However, most people still find it hard to believe that Fang Yun could have been canonized in such a short time.
Not only ordinary scholars and great scholars, but even semi-saints were a little panicked, because they had never encountered such a thing!
Therefore, the original bodies of the saints held a sacred meeting in the East Saint Pavilion, while the clones and great scholars held another public meeting in front of the Temple of All Saints.
"It's only been a few years since Fang Sheng was promoted to Sub-Sage. How come he was promoted to Saint so quickly? I think we need to think about it over the long term." The person who spoke was Jiang Hechuan. He was not afraid that Fang Yun would be canonized as an ancestor, but he was afraid that Fang Yun would not be canonized as an ancestor, and when he came back, something big would happen.
Almost all Jing people had the same reaction as Jiang Hechuan.
In the past, the people of Jing used every means to flatter Fang Yun, but now, all of them seemed to be distancing themselves from Fang Yun. They kept persuading the saints and Confucian scholars to be cautious, which made the saints even more embarrassed.
There was one exception.
"I say you guys are just worrying about nothing every day. The Saints' Temples have the will of Confucius. If Fang Sheng doesn't become a saint, the statue of Confucius will definitely kick him away. Why should we worry about it? Besides, if Fang Sheng doesn't become a saint, how can he swallow up the entire demon world?"
Li Wenying smiled bitterly and said, "Without Saint Fang's personal explanation of today's events, we will not be able to contact the other saints. We are always unsure."
All the scholars looked at Li Wenying with understanding. Only Fang Yun could make the world-famous Li Wenying hesitate.
Zhang Poyue said impatiently, "What are you doing standing there? Go and prepare a big statue for Fang Sheng. I remember Fang Sheng gave you a lot of divine materials, right? Use the divine materials to carve it. It must be more magnificent than Confucius. We can't bring down the reputation of our Jing Kingdom!"
Everyone rolled their eyes. What does it mean to be more imposing than Confucius? Is this even human language
"Just be honest." Jiang Hechuan was helpless.
"From now on, Fang Sheng is the real leader of the revival of the country. No one will object now, right?" Zhang Poyue said.
Everyone rolled their eyes again. Who would dare to oppose Fang Yun now? No one in the Zong family had said a word until now. No one said anything good, bad or weird, for fear of being misunderstood.
"It's good that no one objects! I say, Gongdian, you eat and drink from Fang Sheng, and take things from Fang Sheng, why are you silent now? What are you standing there for? Hurry up and make a statue of Fang Sheng. Even if it can't be used today, it will be useful in a few years. He will definitely become a saint." Zhang Poyue yelled and shouted, turning the area in front of the holy temples in the Holy Court into a vegetable market. Fortunately, everyone knew his temper, otherwise they would have kicked him out.
An old man from the Gongdian said unhappily, "The statue of the saint needs to be carved by a semi-saint himself, how dare we interfere?"
"That's right..." Zhang Poyue looked at Wang Jinglong's incarnation and said, "Mr. Jinglong, you should take action. You can't just keep quiet and make a fortune because the evil dragon has given you a treasure."
Wang Jinglong lowered his eyes, shook his right foot, and almost ran over and kicked Zhang Poyue away.
Many great scholars looked up at the sky, thinking that Yue was too rude.
Previously, Wang Jinglong was flung away by the Evil Dragon of Prison. It was the greatest shame in Wang Jinglong's life and no one dared to mention it. But Zhang Poyue was different. He always felt that Wang Jinglong had got a great bargain. Although Wang Jinglong did get a great treasure, the problem was that he had lost all his face.
Wang Jinglong took a deep breath and said, "This Saint has already contacted the Old Dragon Saint of the East China Sea. If nothing unexpected happens, they will reply soon... Yeah, here it comes."
Suddenly, a sea eye appeared above the Holy Academy, and then a virtual tower bead fell from it.
Under the gaze of everyone, Wang Jinglong took the Xulou Pearl.
Wang Jinglong's incarnation injected a trace of holy thought into the Xulou Pearl, was stunned for a moment, and then the incarnation exploded.
The explosion of a semi-saint incarnation was almost equivalent to a holy war poem. Everyone felt that death was coming and was in a panic. But a moment later, divine light descended from the sky and the power of the Holy Academy trapped Wang Jinglong's incarnation. The aftermath did not affect anyone else.
After a few breaths, the new Wang Jinglong appeared.
At first glance, this new Wang Jinglong is also an ordinary old man, thin and a little dark. However, the higher the realm, the more nervous the person looks, and those Wen Zongs are trembling all over.
On the contrary, people with lower realms didn't feel anything when looking at Wang Jinglong.
"The Eucharist..."
Many great scholars had already vaguely seen it. Jiang Hechuan immediately winked at Zhang Poyue. Zhang Poyue was about to speak, but then closed his mouth and sighed helplessly.
Wang Jinglong took the Xulou Pearl again, a trace of helplessness appeared on his face, and said: "This thing records what the Dragon Clan Great Saint saw with his own eyes. Although it has been severely weakened, it still contains the figure of the Holy Ancestor. Even if it is just a lie among lies, it is full of supreme power. Therefore, I can only borrow the power of the Holy Academy to announce it to the public so that you will not be hurt. However, this is the first time I have done this, everyone..."
Wang Jinglong glanced at everyone and continued, "Be mentally prepared."
A group of great scholars nodded vigorously.
Wang Jinglong exerted a little force with his right hand, and the Xulou Pearl shone brightly, projecting a three-dimensional image thousands of feet high into the sky.
That was the scene outside the Royal Mountain where Fang Yun alone killed all the saints of Kunlun. At that time, Fang Yun was only a sub-saint.
A group of great scholars watched carefully and thought that it was nothing, just a sub-sage.
A slight curve appeared at the corner of Wang Jinglong's mouth.
Suddenly, the screen went dark. Before anyone could react, huge black shadows appeared on the screen. The light was distorted and the world changed strangely.
What’s even more terrifying is that in the sky above those huge black shadows, there are visions of multiple groups of people.
It is clearly just a shadow in memory, and a shadow that has been blurred many times, but it still exudes great power that dominates the world and controls the heaven and the earth.
It looked like a sky!
Under the sky, we are all ants.
The confrontation between Zu Wei and Zhu Wei in the picture was, in the eyes of the great scholars, simply a collision of heavens and the collapse of all worlds!
All the great scholars felt that they were on the battlefield of the ancestors.
The great scholars' bodies sank, and they were all pinned to the ground by the powerful pressure, as if they had lost control of their bodies.
"My legs... can't move..." Zhang Poyue complained in a low voice.