Capítulo 1031: Chapter 1031: The Former Sage Zhunti
In the Chongtian Hall, a platinum beam of light shot up into the sky. The trembling space outside suddenly stabilized, as if an immense force had shocked everything into stillness.
In the distance, two fierce battlefields also came to an abrupt halt.
The black holes quickly filled in, and the space gradually stabilized, revealing the two figures on the battlefield.
Within the Peacock Plume Dao, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Kong Xuan's mouth. His face was pale, but the fierce expression on his face never wavered. Despite being gravely injured all over, he kept his eyes fixed on Confucius, before slowly turning his gaze toward the sky above Chongtian Hall.
Within the Hongru Dao, Confucius' clothes were also slightly damaged in places, but his proud demeanor showed that the injuries he had sustained were minimal.
Saints and Ancestral Immortals—there was still a clear gap, with the Saint holding the advantage. No matter how powerful Kong Xuan had become, he was still no match for a Saint.
Confucius looked at the platinum Dao in the distance, his fist clenched slightly.
Zhunti had been reborn?
Confucius couldn't believe it. How had Zhunti managed to rise again? According to his calculations, Zhunti's golden body with eighteen arms and three eyes had been completely destroyed. His destiny was shattered; how could he make a comeback? Because of this, Confucius had allowed Bodhi Patriarch to merge with the golden body, confident that no one could fill that gap—not even a Saint.
But now?
A quick calculation, and Confucius knew what had happened!
Was it that man named Zhong Shan?
Anger surged in Confucius' heart as he turned his gaze towards Zhong Shan.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort echoed.
An overwhelming aura pressed directly towards Zhong Shan.
"Stop!" Hao Meili suddenly screamed.
With a wave of her hand, a page from a book materialized in the void, immediately blocking Zhong Shan. It was a page from the Book of Life and Death.
"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
A surge of energy swept past Zhong Shan, sending Hao Meili staggering back several steps before being caught in Zhong Shan's embrace. A trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth as she glared at Confucius with hatred in her eyes.
"Kong Qiu, do you really have the face to curse a junior?"
Suddenly, a gentle voice echoed in the void. Though the voice was soft, it eerily reached the ears of everyone across the heavens and earth.
The speaker was none other than Bodhi Patriarch—no, at this moment, it was no longer Bodhi Patriarch.
Within the platinum Dao, the figure still bore the appearance of Bodhi Patriarch, but his robes had changed from white to platinum, exuding a faint metallic sheen. His gaze had also grown sharper, as he stepped out to stand in front of Chongtian Hall.
"Old wretch Zhunti, you're really alive!" A trace of joy flashed across Kong Xuan's face.
"Zhunti!" Confucius said in a deep voice.
In the platinum Dao, the reborn Zhunti nodded slightly at Kong Xuan, then turned his gaze back to Confucius.
Sun Shen, standing in Chongtian Hall, was slightly excited. His master had transformed into a Former Saint? Zhunti Sage? Although the Sage title was no longer there, Sun Shen still knew how powerful the former Sage had been.
Zhong Shan had seen it clearly earlier. Zhunti's face was still recognizable, just like the Grand Supreme's—he had a clear face. Only the reborn Ya was different.
As Zhunti gazed at Confucius, his fingers moved slightly. After a brief calculation, Zhunti exhaled softly.
"The changes in the world are indeed immense," Zhunti murmured with a hint of lament.
"Zhunti, do you intend to stop me?" Confucius asked in a deep voice.
"Leave now, and I can pretend I saw nothing," Zhunti replied calmly.
Confucius hesitated for a moment. It was supposed to be his line.
"A former Sage? Revealing yourself before others—aren't you afraid of the repercussions from the heavenly mandate?" Confucius pressed.
Zhunti smiled slightly and said, "I understand the heavenly mandate better than you."
Zhunti's tone was bold, but he had the right to be. Though Confucius was a Saint and one of the closest to the heavenly mandate, when it came to understanding it, he was still no match for Zhunti. At the very least, Confucius lacked the courage to defy the mandate of heaven.
"Whoosh!"
Zhunti took a step forward and appeared beside Kong Xuan. He glanced at both Confucius and Kong Xuan.
"You've regressed," Zhunti said lightly.
Zhunti's words were directed at Kong Xuan. The guests in Chongtian Hall fell silent. Kong Xuan had regressed? Was that true? He had been so formidable just now—if this was considered regressing, what was he like before?
"There are still some things I haven't reclaimed. Naturally, I'm not as powerful as I was when I fought you in the past," Kong Xuan replied frankly.
Zhunti nodded and turned his gaze back to Confucius. "Leave now. You know the situation. Confucianism isn't something you created; you gradually comprehended it from imitating the Zhou rites. I understand Confucianism as well. With me here, you won't gain anything. Even if Kong Xuan and I can't keep you here, you'll pay a heavy price. You must know, there are far too many Ancestral Immortals eyeing your Sage position. If you engage in a life-and-death struggle with us, the price you'll pay will be unbearable."
Kong Xuan furrowed his brow slightly, but since Zhunti had spoken, he didn't interrupt. There was undoubtedly some plan of Zhunti's at play here.
Confucius looked at the two of them and said coldly, "Do you know who you're talking to? You've already lost your Sage position. Do you still think you have the right to command me?"
Zhunti stared at Confucius, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Come out. Your aura is too familiar; you can't hide from me."
As soon as Zhunti finished speaking, the brows of many guests in Chongtian Hall furrowed. What did Zhunti mean? Was someone else hiding nearby? Someone who even Kong Xuan hadn't detected?
"Whoosh!"
A flash of white light appeared in the sky, and another terrifying aura descended. This aura was filled with dominance, making everyone tremble in fear.
Another figure in white suddenly appeared beside the Hongru Dao.
"It's Sage Mitian?" Hao Meili, still lying in Zhong Shan's arms, exclaimed.
In the sky, the figure's face was indistinct, but an aura no less powerful than Confucius' emanated from him. It was none other than Sage Mitian, who had recently stormed the Heavenly Court!
Two Sages?
Xianyang Holy City had truly become a gathering place for the powerful. Two Sages had appeared at once, and it seemed they were both adversaries.
"Now, who should leave?" Confucius asked in a deep voice.
Zhunti looked at Mitian with a hint of seriousness, then shook his head and said, "Mitian, it seems Hongjun was right. You've completely become a lackey of the heavenly mandate."
Sage Mitian didn't get angry. Instead, he looked Zhunti up and down and said, "Knowing it's impossible yet still rushing to your death like a moth to a flame—you seven are the ones with problems. Even with the supreme positions of heaven and earth, you remain unsatisfied? A lackey of the heavenly mandate? Are you even worthy? Look at yourself, then look at me. Ignorant fool!"
On the plaza of Chongtian Hall, the guests' attention was already captivated by the powerful figures in the distance. The decisions made by these titans could determine their very lives. But now, with two Sages present, what should they do?
Zhong Shan also watched solemnly. Occasionally, he glanced at Ying, noticing that Ying's expression remained unchanged. Ying continued to stare at Confucius just as before, seemingly ignoring the sudden appearance of Sage Mitian.
What exactly was Ying waiting for?
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