128: Before I die, I will show you what the true pinnacle of Confucianism and Taoism is.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!..."

Ten consecutive buzzing sounds that shook the universe rang out.

His ten Clones simultaneously erupted with brilliant divine light!

Behind each Clone, a massive Dharma Idol manifested!

Their faces were identical to Xuan Tianchen's main body, yet each displayed the image of a Saint Lord with a different temperament!

Some were gentle and refined, some upright and incorruptible, some profoundly wise, and some compassionate... The ten saint lord dharma images confronted Ling Kongzi's aged Confucian Dao Dharma Idol from across the Void, their Aura not yielding in the slightest!

"What?! He... his Clones can also manifest Dharma Idols? And Confucian Dao Dharma Idols at that?!"

Some Cultivators cried out in alarm; this completely overturned their understanding.

It was already Heaven-Defying for Clones to possess most of the main body's Battle Strength; could they even replicate the Dharma Idol, an existence closely linked to a Cultivator's Great Dao Foundation?

Ling Kongzi's pupils also violently contracted, and a terrifying wave surged in his heart.

He sensed that the ten saint lord dharma images were not merely for show, but truly contained incomparably pure Confucian Dao Laws, even older and closer to the Origin than his own!

Just as this ultimate confrontation reached its peak and the atmosphere solidified, Xuan Tianchen's main body finally spoke slowly.

His voice resonated throughout heaven and earth, clearly entering the depths of every living being's Divine Soul, carrying an indescribable majesty and Dao charm, as if it were the recitation of an ancient Prime Saint:

"To establish the heart for Heaven and Earth,"

"To establish the destiny for the living people,"

"To carry on the lost teachings for past Sages,"

"And to usher in everlasting peace for ten thousand generations!"

The four maxims, spoken clearly word by word, were like four bolts of world-splitting thunder, exploding above the Red Dust Grotto-Heaven.

At the same time, they exploded in the hearts of all who cultivated the Literary Dao, and even all Cultivators who still held a trace of yearning for the Dao!

"Rumble—!"

Words became Law! Heaven and Earth trembled violently!

Xuan Tianchen's main body, along with the saint lord dharma images manifested by the ten Clones, simultaneously erupted with an indescribably brilliant light at this moment!

That was no longer merely Grand Righteous Qi, but a Dao charm that was more magnificent, purer, and closer to the Origin of the Great Dao of the Heavens!

Golden Confucian Dao Supreme Laws rose into the sky like awakened Primordial Golden Dragons, weaving together into a canopy covering the firmament, expounding the true meaning of order, enlightenment, civilization, and eternity!

In the face of this vast and boundless Confucian Dao Supreme Concept, Ling Kongzi's Eighth Layer Quasi-Emperor Dharma Idol, which he had gained by burning everything, and the Confucian Dao Runes wrapped around his body...

...instantly became dim and lusterless, like a firefly compared to the bright moon, even beginning to tremble slightly, as if worshiping their king!

Below, all Confucian Cultivators were already completely stunned, immediately falling into a state of near-frenzied excitement and devotion.

The Literary Qi they had cultivated diligently for many years boiled and resonated uncontrollably within their bodies. Many even sat down cross-legged immediately, disregarding the setting to begin comprehending the Supreme Principle permeating heaven and earth.

"The words of a Supreme Sage! This is the legendary Supreme Sage Realm of the Confucian Dao!"

An elderly Confucian scholar with white hair wept tears of joy, prostrating himself toward Xuan Tianchen, "My Dao is not alone! My Dao is not alone!"

"He... how could he... how is this possible..."

Ling Kongzi stared at Xuan Tianchen, who was surrounded by endless Supreme Confucian Dao Laws, feeling the pressure originating from the Dao's Origin. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind completely blank.

He had painstakingly cultivated for tens of thousands of years, studying diligently until his hair turned white, believing he had touched the essence of the Confucian Dao and achieved the position of a Great Confucian.

But only at this moment, upon hearing these four maxims and sensing this Concept...

...did he understand that what he had pursued in the past was merely the superficial aspects of the Confucian Dao; he hadn't even truly stepped into the threshold!

"You... who exactly are you?!"

Ling Kongzi's voice was filled with unbelievable trembling and confusion; the Battle Intent he had mustered for a desperate fight was almost completely shattered at this moment.

He couldn't understand why a Xuan Clan Imperial Son, who possessed towering Evil Qi and destroyed Sects at will, a Devil Head who wielded an Imperial Armament and slaughtered countless beings, could recite the words of a Supreme Sage that even he, a contemporary Great Confucian, could only look up to!

The corner of Xuan Tianchen's mouth lifted slightly, forming an arc of slight mockery and coldness:

"What? Old fellow, did you forget This Imperial Son so quickly? It seems that previous poem, 'resentment of love,' was given to you for nothing."

"'resentment of love'? You... you are Pseudonym!" Ling Kongzi cried out in shock, his eyes filled with extreme astonishment.

"Not entirely foolish. Next, you shall be executed! Before death, let me show you what true Confucian Dao Supremacy is!"

The last trace of amusement vanished from Xuan Tianchen's eyes, replaced by killing intent that was pure to the extreme.

Accompanied by a chilling atmosphere across heaven and earth, Xuan Tianchen's main body moved!

He took one step, the Void beneath his feet appearing and disappearing, and his Heaven-Defying Dharma Idol, holding the zhūtiān battle halberd, thrust out!

At the same time, the ten Clones manifesting the saint lord dharma images also struck simultaneously!

In an instant, dozens of attacks, all originating from the essence of the Confucian Dao, transformed into the most terrifying Killing Techniques in the world, sealing off all of Ling Kongzi's escape routes from all directions!

Ling Kongzi let out an unwilling roar, forcefully suppressing the shock and confusion in his heart.

He frantically activated the Dharma Idol behind him, which was on the verge of collapsing, and swung the dim spring and autumn brush, attempting one last resistance.

"My heart faces the Dao; I have no regrets even in death—!"

In the blink of an eye, the burning Grand Righteous Qi violently collided with the incoming Confucian Dao Supreme Laws!

"Crack... Bang!"

Under the attack containing the true meaning of a Supreme Sage, Ling Kongzi's quasi-emperor dharma idol rapidly melted and disintegrated!

The phantom of the spring and autumn brush in his hand shattered first, followed by the entire Dharma Idol body, and finally, his burning Divine Soul main body... All resistance seemed so pale, so powerless, and so... laughable, amidst the grand echo of "And to usher in everlasting peace for ten thousand generations."

When the light dissipated, only Xuan Tianchen's figure remained standing with his hands behind his back in the Void Realm, along with the ten saint lord dharma images slowly fading away.

Ling Kongzi, a Great Confucian of his generation, was destroyed in both body and spirit. Only a wisp of blue smoke, accompanied by a faint sigh, completely vanished between heaven and earth.

In the Red Dust Grotto-Heaven, all sounds ceased.

As the light gradually extinguished and the Laws calmed down.

The power of the Great Dao Law that permeated heaven and earth slowly dispersed, revealing a scarred and devastated landscape.

The Red Dust Grotto-Heaven, once shrouded in mist and dotted with pavilions and towers, had now completely turned into a scorched earth ruin.

Massive, bottomless ravines crisscrossed the land—these were the traces left by the collision of the Imperial Armament and Quasi-Emperor Laws.

Amidst the broken walls and ruins, faint traces of former prosperity were visible, but now only the Aura of death and destruction remained.

Of the Cultivators who had been watching or even drawn into the battle circle, barely one in ten remained.

Those with weaker cultivation had long since turned to dust when the Imperial Armament struck and the Law storm raged.

Even those powerhouses whose cultivation had reached the Saint Realm or even the Supreme Realm.

Most of them were listless, scattered among the various ruins, struggling to recover their breath, all injured, their eyes filled with the fear and confusion of surviving a catastrophe.

The air was filled with a dense, sickening smell of blood and char.