Chapter 245 Zhang Daoran, the Confucian Sage of All Worlds

On Yiran Peak.

"Old guys, please don't hold back my good grandson. Start practicing now."

"Hahaha, my big boy is getting stronger and bigger, and from now on, we can't seem to be too exhausted. When we do it, we must do it at a high speed."

"Come on! We have to work hard! We can't be a bunch of dragsters around the young master, but we must share the burden for the young master, become his right-hand man, and contribute to him when necessary..."

Li Xukun, Li Daji, Li Hongchou, Li Jinglei.

Li Huaying, Li Tianba, Li Qingfeng, Wu Kaishan.

Chu Qingwu, Chu Feige, Mo Xiangran, Yi Susu.

Every four people, holding a Zhuxian Sword, Killing Immortal Sword, Trapping Immortal Sword, and Absolute Immortal Sword respectively, have begun to practice their own Zhuxian Sword Formation.

The prototypes of the three Immortal-killing Sword Formations, known as the 'most evil in the world', have been formed.

…

In Taigan Immortal Palace.

After receiving the order, Elder Xianhe, Elder Zhou, and Elder Yi have also taken action. They are going to summon the disciples in the Immortal Palace first and form three hundred groups of ten thousand people to form the 'Ten Thousand Immortals Sword Formation'.

Then, 300 of the most stable and outstanding disciples were selected from the 3 million and 10,000 people to hold the 'Sword Soul Banner' and serve as the core figures to control the formation.

The three hundred Ten Thousand Immortal Sword Formations, ‘one of the ten evils in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths’, are about to be manipulated...

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Tiandao Library Tower, 2nd floor.

It is a quiet study room.

There was fixed dust floating in the air, and when Li Congxin entered his eyes, it seemed that time and space had stopped, and he saw a picture that was like a frozen frame.

In the simple house, there is a bookcase with ancient patterns engraved on it, an inkstone that has dried up but the ink will not dry, and a piece of white paper that has been on the table for an unknown period of time.

An old man was sitting on a shabby futon behind the desk. He was holding the tail of his long sleeve with one hand and holding a pen in the other hand, holding it in the air as if he was about to write on the white paper on the desk. .

But it never fell.

It was as if the picture was frozen and time stood still. He had maintained this posture for who knows how long.

Maybe ten thousand years.

Maybe a hundred thousand years.

In fact, it has been more than a million years, tens of millions of years!

Arriving at the second floor of the book tower, Li Congxin seemed to be standing in a still space. He did not destroy the atmosphere and artistic conception here, but quietly looked at the old man.

The old man looks very old, and his beard and hair are all white. The white hair on his head is blowing in the wind, maintaining a fluffy and floating state in the void, but the picture is still.

A kind of temperament emerged spontaneously, making him suddenly feel like a nine-day immortal, as if he was unattainable in the ethereal world, and it was awe-inspiring.

And like the boundless earth, it is pure and gentle, teaching people to respect it.

But he is not as energetic as the old gods in the hearts of the world. Instead, he is frowning and confused, and his expression is old and depressed.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

But I struggled to think about it, so I couldn't write it for a long time. He was lost in thought, because he had been thinking for too long, and the powerful immortal power he exuded had already fixed him in time.

Stayed constant.

No matter how much time is lost to the outside world, time will always be conserved on the second floor of his book tower.

The ink on the tip of the pen will never dry.

His immortal aura can hold a small space of time constant. This old strength cannot lock him even in ancient and modern times. It is simply extremely powerful!

Li Congxin felt that his old body contained extremely majestic Confucianism and Taoism. Every silver hair and white thread floating in the void could be transformed into a Confucianism and Taoism master if it fell to the world.

Even though Li Congxin had read all the books in the Tiandao Library Tower, the old man on the second floor of the Tower still made him feel like he had met an expert from outside the world.

How knowledgeable is this person?

Being placed on top of billions of books, he is like the second floor of this book tower, as high as two full floors!

Two floors!

Hiss~, so damn high!

Li Congxin used the eye of truth to explore again.

Character: Zhang Daoran.

Identity: Confucian sage of all realms.

Lifespan: 18 million years.

Cultivation: Infinitely close to the Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

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This old man can be said to be the ancestor of Mo Xiangran, Li Congxin's elegant and beautiful student. He is also a terrifying power who is infinitely close to the quasi-immortal emperor.

My heart couldn't help but shake slightly.

The Sword God of the Ten Thousand Realms is lonely in the sea, and the Confucian Sage of the Ten Thousand Realms Zhang Daoran did not expect that in the two ancient towers that the system 'moved' for him, there was actually a cosmic boss who could step into the quasi-immortal emperor with just a thought.

Of course, this difference in thought may be permanent.

Or maybe, it's just a thought.

Obviously, for the old Confucian sage Zhang Daoran, it should be forever.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be here.

Zhang Daoran practiced Confucianism and Taoism. If he couldn't put down a pen, he would not be able to understand it thoroughly, and he would not be able to clear away the fog in front of him and reveal his own secrets. Therefore, he could not take a step forward to become a more powerful quasi-immortal emperor.

But fortunately, he was lucky and met Li Congxin. His eternal thought, if Li Congxin is willing to help, maybe it will turn around.

After seeing everything through, Li Congxin stretched out a hand and passed it gently in the void.

Suddenly, the static space and time, the constant laws and principles, all continued to dissipate in his sleeves.

Tick ​​tock!

A drop of ink fell from the tip of the brush in Zhang Daoran's hand, dripping onto the white paper, exploding into a small ink flower.

The old body trembled, and Zhang Daoran's long-standing consciousness returned.

Someone could actually break his restriction, and he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Who are you?"

Looking at Li Congxin, he was even more surprised.

Bone age, 18 years old.

The gear of fate was engraved, 18 years.

The person who broke the space restriction he created with the power of immortals was actually a young man who had not yet reached the age of twenty!

He couldn't help but feel incredible in his heart, and hurriedly carefully checked Li Congxin's breath again.

Then, he was even more surprised in his heart.

This young man's cultivation is only the sixth level of the True Immortal! How did a small sixth-level True Immortal break his immortal power?

With his strength infinitely close to the Quasi-Immortal Emperor, let alone writing angrily, he only needed to scold him verbally to burn and kill thousands of True Immortals in a moment.

His face showed suspicion.

Could it be that the young man in front of him was too profound and unfathomable, and what he saw was just a false appearance he deliberately showed, and he was unable to judge his true situation?

Yes!

It must be!

To be able to come to the second floor means that he has read all the books on the first floor, hundreds of millions of books! 18 years old! What a joke? I don’t know where this young man in front of me came from, but he is definitely unfathomable!

This young man has a divine face and a fairy-like appearance, and his temperament is outstanding. His profound knowledge is probably not inferior to his own!

After a few seconds, he has thought about a lot, and immediately raised his long sleeves and bowed elegantly: "I don’t know who you are, my friend? I don’t know what you want to see me for?"

Li Congxin returned the greeting.

"I just came here by accident."

He smiled faintly: "Junior Li Congxin, now happens to be the owner of this book tower of the senior."

"Oh! So."

This young man is too confusing, and Zhang Daoran’s confusion is not solved.

This was not surprising to him at all. The Heavenly Dao Book Collection Tower he built was regarded as the supreme treasure by the world. In order to fight for this tower, several bloody incidents of world destruction had been caused. Over the past millions of years, this book tower has changed several owners.

People fought for it, and whoever got it regarded it as the treasure of the sect, but they didn't know that the senior master who built this book tower was in seclusion in the tower.

Because no one could finish reading the books on the first floor. Therefore, no one could come to the second floor in the past millions of years. Zhang Daoran lived in seclusion on the second floor, and no one knew.

Li Congxin asked back: "I see that the senior is writing here with a pen in his mind, causing space and time to freeze. Could it be that the senior is writing a book here?"

Zhang Daoran was surprised and asked: "How do you know I am writing a book?"

Li Congxin smiled: "Because when writing other things, you don't need to think so long, and you don't need to think so deeply."

Sighed: "Writing a book is indeed a headache!"

"Yes."

Zhang Daoran felt this deeply.

Knowing that Li Congxin is also a knowledgeable person, there is a sense of friendship between the same kind, and he did not hide it: "I want to write a book. This book will be named "Above the Tao", but I have been unable to comprehend the first stroke and write the first word."

"Above the Tao!"

Li Congxin asked: "What is that?"

He has become an encyclopedia of the universe, but as soon as this old guy opened his mouth, he actually came up with something that was beyond his knowledge and that made his CPU burn dry and he couldn't figure it out.

"What is it?"

Zhang Daoran also had an expression that his CPU had already burned out, and he smiled bitterly: "If I could understand a little clue, I wouldn't have been here for millions of years."

Instead, he asked Li Congxin: "My friend, are you also writing a book?"

Chatting is just a way to cater to the other person's interests. Li Congxin said: "I have also thought about writing a book, but I am not very interested in the illusory "above the Tao". I care more about the real things around me, such as family, love, friendship..."

Thinking about it, he smiled and said: "When I have time, I will write a book "My Great Emperor Dad"."

After saying that, he pulled back to Zhang Daoran and said in a joking tone: "Senior, you have been here for so long that you have become stiff and petrified, but you really didn't say a word?"

"Ah!"

Zhang Daoran said helplessly: "Yes, all of this is due to the fact that my own realm is not enough. If I can't step into the fog, I will never be able to walk out of the fog, penetrate the fog, and find clues above the Tao."