#532 - The ink pool flows for thousands of miles
In the Wu Kingdom, on this day, it rained a very, very heavy rain.
This rain was the color of ink.
The rain lasted for seven days straight.
During these seven days, whenever a child was born, the child was surrounded by a thick aura of literary ink.
Every child was extremely healthy, and many even possessed special spiritual roots, born to be seeds for cultivation or scholarship.
If these children had been born at any other time, they would have been snatched up by various sects.
The great battle in the Wu Kingdom's imperial palace seven days ago had already spread throughout the land at the fastest speed.
Except for a very small number of cultivators who managed to escape, the vast majority of cultivators dissipated in the sky above the Wu Kingdom's capital, their bodies transforming into Dao essence and spiritual power, nourishing the land of the Wu Kingdom.
Although that great battle consumed a significant amount of the Wu Kingdom's dynastic fortune,
Xiao Mo Ci ultimately changed the Heavenly Dao's laws and the deaths of those cultivators.
This greatly replenished the Wu Kingdom's mountains and rivers' fortune.
However, at this time, what people were discussing was not how many cultivators who went to the Wu capital had died.
But rather, what exactly was the deal with the people from the heavens who broke through the firmament and descended from the sky?
Could it be that in this world, there really are people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens? Above the firmament, there is a new world, and that world is where the gods reside?
If what's in the heavens is a celestial realm, then what is the lower realm?
Many people harbored guesses in their hearts, wanting to know what the people from the heavens were all about.
But no one was able to get an answer.
Compared to thinking about this matter that no one could find an answer to, what people felt even more surprised about was:
That in this world, someone had actually entered the legendary realm, and that person was from the Wu Kingdom, the Wu Kingdom's Prime Minister.
Unfortunately.
Such a Confucian Sage realm cultivator had fallen.
In the eyes of many, this was definitely a huge loss for the Wu Kingdom.
The Wu Emperor was in no mood to care about what the people of the world thought.
After that great battle, the Wu Emperor's pale hair never recovered.
Although the Wu Emperor was radiant and his face did not show any signs of aging,
Everyone knew that the Wu Emperor's lifespan had also been greatly damaged.
No one knew how many years the Wu Emperor had left to live.
In the seven days after the great battle, the Wu Emperor used the Heavenly Dao fortune left behind by Xiao Mo Chi and the Dao essence of those dead cultivators to stabilize the entire Wu Kingdom and replenish the Wu Kingdom's national fortune.
The natural and man-made disasters within the Wu Kingdom, such as droughts, earthquakes, snowstorms, and torrential rains, all disappeared.
Because of the change in the Heavenly Dao's rules, the Wu Kingdom instead received feedback.
The long dragon of fortune hovering above the Wu Kingdom, symbolizing the Wu Kingdom's national fortune, became even larger.
The Wu Kingdom's national fortune surpassed all dynasties in human history.
Just from the Wu Kingdom's fortune alone, the Wu Kingdom had transformed from one of the fledgling top ten human dynasties into the number one human dynasty, surpassing the Qi Kingdom, Chu Kingdom, and other countries by a large margin.
What achievements the Wu Kingdom would have in the future, how many talents would spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain, no one could imagine!
Just like a saying—this time, if it didn't kill the Wu Kingdom, then for a long time to come, there would no longer be anything that could kill the Wu Kingdom!
It was also on the first day the ink rain stopped.
The Blood Floating Pagoda departed from the Wu capital, sweeping through one sect after another.
Every soldier wore a piece of white cloth on their head.
This was an army of mourning.
Mourning the Prime Minister of the ages who completely changed the Wu Kingdom, the Confucian Sage after the Confucian ancestor, the scholar who established a life for the people of the world.
Rumor has it that in the White Deer Academy, far away tens of thousands of miles, the black ink pond flowed thousands of miles when Xiao Mo Chi fell.
This was an unprecedented phenomenon in the White Deer Academy.
It was as if even the ink pond was sending off this young scholar, wishing him well on his journey.
Half a month after the ink rain stopped.
Within the Wu Kingdom, large and small sects all elected new sect leaders and went to the Wu capital.
For one thing only—to beg for surrender.
Because there were too many sects begging for surrender, the main hall could no longer accommodate them, and they could only stand in the square.
The white-haired Wu Emperor stood on the high steps.
Looking at the sect leaders of those large and small sects kneeling on the ground, bowing their proud heads.
These originally arrogant cultivators, not even daring to raise their heads, prostrated on the ground, trembling under the immense dragon's might.
The Wu Emperor didn't say a word, just watched quietly.
No one knew what the Wu Emperor was thinking at this time.
Wu Chang.
Such a Wu Kingdom Emperor, the achievements he has established today.
Not only has he surpassed the founding ancestor of the Wu Kingdom, but he has also surpassed all previous human emperors.
He has done what previous human emperors have not been able to do.
No matter what happens in the world in the future.
Regardless of whether Wu Chang dies the next day.
The annals of the human race will never be able to avoid him.
But it is such an emperor who does not have any happy emotions at this time.
His silence makes people feel scared.
His every move affects the hearts of the entire world.
"All rise."
The Wu Emperor's voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the entire square and fell into everyone's hearts.
For these cultivators who were once arrogant and did not take the human emperor seriously, this was the first time that the Emperor's first words gave them a feeling of surviving a catastrophe.
They felt the majesty of the Emperor for the first time.
It was also at this moment that they truly realized that from now on, all sects were merely vassals of the Wu Kingdom.
The Wu Emperor conferred titles on these sect leaders.
Only after accepting the Wu Emperor's conferment could they be considered sect leaders.
In addition, all sects within the Wu Kingdom will be recorded and directly managed by the Wu capital.
"Sister Chunyan."
At the entrance of a small courtyard in the Xu residence, Shengsheng saw Sister Chunyan coming and bowed in salute.
"Shengsheng, how is Young Master?" Chunyan asked worriedly.
Shen Shengsheng sighed softly: "Since returning from the palace, Young Master Xu hasn't eaten or drunk a bite these days, and has been sitting in the courtyard. Even when it was raining heavily, Young Master Xu didn't go inside."
Chunyan: "."
Shengsheng was worried, but how could Chunyan not be worried?
But Chunyan could also understand.
After all, Mr. Xiao was the young master's enlightenment teacher and had a great friendship with him.
Mr. Xiao has left this world, how could the young master not be sad?
Wasn't the Third Young Master also shedding tears not long ago?
It's just that after these days, the Third Young Master has gradually calmed down a bit.
"Shengsheng, go to the courtyard and tell Young Master that Princess is wants to see Young Master. Now, Princess is already waiting in the front yard."
