Chapter 1902: Chapter 1901: 784, half a move ahead of you_2

Chapter 1901: 784, half a move ahead of you_2

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Confucian Daoism may be good, but it’s not his main focus.

He is a sword cultivator, and his will for the sword path is firm.

The great path he has chosen cannot be changed.

Besides, he won’t stay in the divine realm for long and will return to the Primordial Universe.

Seeing Han Muye shake his head, Kong Zhongqiu wasn’t disappointed either and smiled, “No matter, then may I know where you have cultivated the Confucian Dao, young friend?”

This, he could talk about.

If it were outside the divine realm, Han Muye saying he came from beyond the Galaxy Universe might bring a lot of trouble; but within the divine realm, no one would dwell on this.

Among the top powers within the divine realm, many came from other universes.

The divine realm is the gathering place for the topmost strong beings.

Take the Sword God Lu Yue, who came from the Primordial Universe and split half the galaxy with a single sword strike in the divine realm.

“The Primordial Universe?”

“The Heavenly Mystic World?”

“Great Confucian Yan Zhenqing, a scholar with a sword, Purple Sun, calligraphy at its peak, Zhang Xu…”

Han Muye spoke softly, causing Kong Zhongqiu’s expression to change.

Han Muye took out various scrolls and paintings he had conveniently obtained from those great Confucians and showed them to Kong Zhongqiu.

“Good, calligraphy!”

“I bloom with the flowers, the flowers perish with me, my heart is as the heart of heaven, how good it is to be decisive.”

“From ancient times, the rise and fall of mountains and rivers, how many vicissitudes fall into the smoke of cooking fires, good, good, if the strong beings in the world can have such comprehension, it’s fortunate for the countless living beings!”

Kong Zhongqiu was genuinely excited.

The power of the Heavenly Dao immersed in him and the surging force of his Confucian power turned the land within thirty thousand li into a vortex, with interlacing light and shadows of the heavenly light.

In the divine realm, all paths are a confluence of the strength of the powerful. A strong being who is the caretaker of a region, their own path becomes the Heavenly Dao.

The power Kong Zhongqiu displayed at this moment was a direct manifestation of the Heavenly Dao.

He is the Heavenly Dao power being that guards these thirty thousand li of the divine realm.

According to what Lu Zixu said, those who can control the Heavenly Dao in the divine realm, turning their own strength into the foundation of the divine realm’s Heavenly Dao, are absolutely powerful beings firmly at the Universe level.

Kong Zhongqiu’s cultivation and combat strength are definitely formidable beyond imagination.

At a distant Thatch Pavilion, several Confucian scholars stood up, their faces showing surprise.

“What background does this Brother Han have to actually cause our Master’s Dao to stir?”

“Master hasn’t manifested his Dao like this for at least thirty thousand years, and today…”

Lu Zixu, who was sitting by the side, twitched the corner of his mouth.

He looked towards the distant sky and shook his head.

“My Brother Han has always been like this.”

This fellow has brought him many surprises, hasn’t he?

And even more shocks.

The clouds and vortexes above the sky took half a day to settle.

In the Chongwen Pavilion, Han Muye and Kong Zhongqiu had only just finished a game of Go in front of them.

Han Muye lost.

He never put much effort into studying this path and only gained some insights when he was working on the Heavenly Cycle Formation.

Even so, he had almost managed to turn the tables several times.

Looking at the chessboard in front of him where he had won by only half a point against Han Muye, Kong Zhongqiu felt contemplative.

“I thought I had reached the peak of this path, but I could only beat you by half a point. One truly cannot rest on one’s laurels in the cultivation journey.”

His eyes gleamed with spiritual light as he looked towards Han Muye.

“The Heavenly Mystic World, those Confucian Dao grandmasters, I, Kong Zhongqiu, must definitely pay them a visit.”

Today’s experience had a great impact on him.

As a top-tier Confucian powerhouse, a Universe-level strong being, he was well aware of the strength of his own cultivation.

But after witnessing the Confucian power displayed by Han Muye, as well as those scrolls and paintings, his insights and feelings were profound.

Apparently, there were such methods of cultivation within the Confucian Dao.

Wen Mosheng treating the Heavenly Mystic World as a chessboard, contending with the Outer Realm.

Huang Tingshu using a world of stars as a foundation to transform into a Divine Court.

And Xu Zhi, marching forward all the way, entering the celestial world, taking charge of the Immortal Burial City, with Confucianism as bones and immortality as skin, where the Dao transforms everything, unconstrained by any single style.

Such a dazzling cultivation world greatly moved Kong Zhongqiu.

“The divine realm is a place of transcendence as well as a cage…”

These whispering words escaped from Kong Zhongqiu’s mouth, the spiritual light in his eyes stirring.

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“Haha, young friend, come, I have fine wine here, today we shall drink heartily.”

Looking back at Han Muye, Kong Zhongqiu’s expression turned into one of proud solitude.

Standing at the peak of cultivation in the world, a Confucian power naturally possessed the confidence that came with it.

No matter how strong the Heavenly Mystic Confucian Dao was, could it match his level of cultivation realm?

Han Muye smiled as he took the wine jug, which felt heavy in his grip.

Was this wine not weighing a thousand catties?

Drinking, discussing the Dao, playing chess, reciting poetry.

Han Muye stayed in the Chongwen Pavilion for three days before he bid farewell with a bow.

When he left, he carried under his arm a few volumes given by Kong Zhongqiu, a few folded paintings and calligraphy works, and an ink brush.

According to Kong Zhongqiu, he didn’t have much worth giving, so this brush was probably the only thing presentable.

Of course, it was presentable.

Although the ink brush was not a Universe-level combat weapon, it possessed a power not inferior to Universe level.

The Confucian power radiating from the brush was far more formidable than the Immortal Mountain-River Pen that Han Muye once gave to Xu Zhi.

With this brush in hand, one could call the wind and summon the rain in the divine realm with the power of Confucianism, one stroke could create mountains and rivers, another could startle ghosts and deities.

There were no ghosts and deities in the divine realm, but there were those ancient almighties.

This brush was indeed a treasure capable of communicating with those ancient almighties.

Lu Zixu looked at the ink brush in Han Muye’s hand, his face full of envy.

He too had received many gifts and was somewhat proud of it.

Because for Confucian cultivators, pleasing scrolls and paintings were just waste paper, and if they were displeased, they wouldn’t give you even a scrap of waste paper.

In the entire Lu family, there were not many descendants who could befriend a Confucian cultivator.

That Lu Zixu could bring back these paintings this time was already something to brag about, but compared to the ink brush in Han Muye’s hand, and the personal calligraphy and paintings of Mr. Kong Zhongqiu, suddenly his own mouth felt bitter.

It is true that one cannot compare oneself to others…

Under the rules of Kong Zhongqiu, the path of Confucian cultivation was the main focus, but other cultivation techniques were also prevalent.

Under Lu Zixu’s guidance, Han Muye paid respects to many powerful beings.

Originally, Lu Zixu wasn’t confident that he could meet those strong entities whose names he only knew and whom he had never seen himself.

His Lu family’s reputation was not as effective everywhere.

But things were different now.

Han Muye possessing Mr. Kong’s ink brush was almost equivalent to being Mr. Kong’s successor.

With such a status, who wouldn’t welcome him with a smile on their visit?

Along the way, Lu Zixu led Han Muye from place to place, enjoying various hospitalities and receiving all sorts of gifts, and it took more than a month before they left the territory governed by the Confucian Dao.

“Alas, if it weren’t for the rush to return, I’d definitely visit a few more elders with Brother Han,” Lu Zixu said with regret as he put away a long spear he was holding.

“We can only wait until I’m free to revisit these senior figures in the future.”

Just this month had brought many connections and a reputation to him, Lu Zixu, something he might not achieve in a hundred years.

Without Han Muye, he would not have been able to do it.

Han Muye shook his head and rode away on the Heaven Wielding Hou.

“Ahead lies a Wasteland of at least a million miles, with many demon tribes and divine beasts, as well as gods and demons standing guard.”

Lu Zixu called out from behind.

“Brother Han, be careful. The name of my Lu family doesn’t carry much weight in this Wasteland.”

It was only when he truly entered the divine realm that he realized the so-called seven great clans naturally had deterrence toward ordinary forces in the divine realm, but their influence was less significant toward those particularly powerful beings.

Everyone was guarding their own territory, and interactions were not frequent.

A figure like Kong Zhongqiu could give face to the seven great clans, or not.

After all, he didn’t need anything from the seven great clans.

Only those entities that truly needed to interact and require resources, those without a top-tier powerful being holding sway, had reason to fear the seven great clans like a tiger.

The palaces seated with just a few ordinary Universe-level beings, those without Guardian Level powerhouses, only able to strengthen themselves through mutual alliances—those were the majority in the divine realm.

True powerful beings were rare.

“Not everyone is as lucky as you, Brother Han,” Lu Zixu lamented in a low voice as he sat next to Han Muye.

Not to mention forming ties with ancient almighties like Xu Ziyang, just arriving in the divine realm and gaining Mr. Kong Zhongqiu’s favor was not something ordinary people could achieve.

Han Muye even said that Mr. Kong had invited him to join the Chongwen Pavilion, an invitation he turned down.

Such an opportunity was truly a pity.

“You mean, these powerful figures rarely appear?” Han Muye asked, looking at Lu Zixu.

Lu Zixu nodded.

Han Muye looked forward.

“Then tell me what these two auras are all about,” he said.

Lu Zixu was startled, his divine sense reaching out, then his face turned pale.

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