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Chapter 11 - Triple Anomaly, Sensation in the Imperial Capital!

Chapter 11: Triple Anomaly, Sensation in the Imperial Capital!

In the imperial capital, the crowds had long been surging. Since Confucianism and Taoism were suppressed by the Immortal Sect, the Holy Academy had been sealed, and the great Confucians either abolished or killed. One after another. promising scholars either became obsolete or abandoned the path of Confucianism…

Since then, Confucianism had entered an unprecedented period of underestimation.

Although today, the Great Zhou still relied on literati to govern the regions, and those occupying high positions in the court were also Confucian scholars.

Still, the Confucian scholars of today and those of the past were no longer comparable.

Some said that Confucianism was dead!

How sad was that?

The backbone of Confucianism had been broken, and no talent had emerged for many years.

And now, someone actually spoke the holy words with their own mouth, resonating with the sages, displaying anomalies, and shaking the entire city.

“What an outstanding individual, declaring their namelessness, leaving a mark on history. Who could say such words?”

People were still pondering this sentence.

The more they pondered, the more they felt its grandeur.

In the flourishing era of Confucianism many years ago, speaking such words would indeed have been shocking, but it wouldn’t have had such an effect.

But precisely at this moment when Confucianism was at its lowest ebb, someone could still speak such holy words. How incredible!

“Look, the light of the sages envelops the entire city, but there is no movement in the palace, indicating that the person who spoke the holy words is most likely in the palace!”

A daring scholar boldly speculated. Although he was young, he had great insight.

“Most likely… But who could it be?”

“Something big must have happened in the palace today. Rumor has it that the Immortal Sect is threatening to establish the Seventh Kingdom. Could it be…”

“Shh, let’s not speak lightly of the matters of the Immortal Sect!”

Scholars were not fools. On the contrary, they were very intelligent. They began to associate and quickly approached the truth.

But they dared not delve deeper.

Today’s Confucian scholars had a broken backbone and had long been accustomed to bowing under the power of the Immortal Sect. Even if they discussed behind their backs, they still needed courage.

Silence.

In the long silence, there was a deep sorrow hidden.

Scholars who should have been eloquent, vigorous in their words and guiding the world, had actually lost the courage to speak.

How sad was that?

Scholars’ hearts were sensitive. They tasted the sadness in their hearts, bitterness filling their mouths.

And precisely at this moment, dozens of beams of light suddenly shot out in the sky.

Boom!

The white light was radiant, and beams of light shot up into the sky.

Following that was the resounding sound of reading, permeating the heavens and earth.

“The Master said: ‘The use of ritual is harmony. The Way of the former kings is in this. Great and small follow it. If it is not adhered to, it cannot be practiced.’ This is from the Analects.

“The ospreys on the banks of the rivers, fair ladies, good mates.” This is from the Book of Songs.

“The sky is vigorous; the gentleman strengthens himself without ceasing. The earth is submissive; the gentleman carries things with benevolence.” This is from the Book of Changes.

“To attain knowledge, one must investigate things. Investigate things and then knowledge becomes complete. Knowledge being complete, sincerity is reached. Sincerity being reached, the mind is upright. The mind being upright, the self is cultivated.” This is from the Book of Rites.”

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The clear and melodious reading sounded as if it came from ancient times, crossing the river of time, passing through the dusty ruins, and in this fallen era, blooming with dazzling brilliance.

How could scholars not shed tears?

For a moment, tears flowed like a river, as if they were back in the time of ten thousand years ago, when they could still be full of scholarly spirit and guide the world!

But the anomaly in the sky did not stop because of their tears. Within those sacred beams of light were dignified statues.

Some were old, some middle-aged.

They held rulers, scrolls, brushes…

“Sacred Sage’s projection!”

Seeing this scene, scholars were simply going crazy.

For a moment, in the entire city, countless people didn’t know how many fell to their knees!

These were ancient sages!

They actually manifested their projections!

Could it be that the era belonging to scholars had returned?

If this was a dream, may it last forever!

With the appearance of the projection of the sages, there was a refreshing fragrance of ink spreading between heaven and earth.

Countless scholars were inspired, breaking through their restraints one after another. This was a major breakthrough!

“First, the classics resonate, then the projection of the sages, a double anomaly. Could it be that a great Confucian is born?”

An old Confucian with white hair roared, his eyes filled with excitement.

Ding Ding Dong Dong!

And at this moment, the third anomaly appeared.

In the imperial capital, all the jade objects, metals, everything vibrated.

They emitted clear and melodious sounds, playing a perfect tune that did not belong to the mortal world.

“The sound of gold and jade, the third anomaly!”

Scholars were almost going crazy.

Is the ancient era coming?

Are those sages who had disappeared into the river of time coming to save the world?

With three anomalies appearing simultaneously, the imperial capital was shaken.

Among the projections of the sages, one slightly stooped old man, who was facing the direction of the palace and holding a scroll in his hand, pointed from afar and recited, “Who in this world can escape death?”

On the other side, another old man’s shadow swayed. He was very old, but his posture was as straight as ever, and his voice resonated like iron and gold clashing.

“Leave behind a dauntless heart to illuminate history!”

Everyone recognized these two figures.

The one who spoke first was the Left Chancellor of the Great Emperor period, and the one who spoke later was the Right Chancellor of the same era.

Both were contemporary great Confucians who had pledged allegiance to the Great Emperor in his humble beginnings, realizing their ideals together, and establishing the immortal dynasty.

Therefore, because of their merits, they broke through themselves after death and became semi-sages!

As semi-sages, they naturally had the qualifications to enter the Temple of Literature, but today they were awakened.

What awakened them was a poem.

“Who in this world can escape death? Leave behind a dauntless heart to illuminate history!”

Scholars chanted this like madmen.

A young figure, upright and unyielding, appeared in their minds.

Even if it was as if the heavens and the earth were collapsing, it couldn’t make him afraid.

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