"Do you understand now?"
That grand voice sounded in Yang Ji's mind again.
"You think too highly of me."
Yang Ji was filled with emotion. At this time, he fully understood: "This mission is too heavy for me. Maybe the person you are waiting for is not me at all, or it should be another person who owns this literary saint's pen and ink."
"You don't understand. Wen Sage is infallible. Throughout the ages, no one can surpass Wen Sage in terms of heavenly secrets and numerology."
The voice sighed.
Yang Ji could only feel that he was wrapped in a ball of rotating black and white light and shadow, but he could not feel his presence at all.
"I was awakened by the literary sage's pen and ink on your body. This is unmistakable."
The voice said:
"I know you feel hesitant, but there is no other way. When I wake up, it means that everyone else has failed. If even you fail, the civilized world will be completely destroyed, bringing together hundreds of millions of Confucian scholars
The 'mighty river' of righteous thoughts will also truly disappear."
Yang Ji was silent, feeling that even his breathing had become heavy.
In the past eight years, he has been accompanied by scriptures and books every day. Although he graduated from literature to martial arts, he still has a deep imprint of literature and Taoism. Countless times, Yang Ji has also imagined those glorious and prosperous times of literature and Taoism, and his heart is infinite.
Fascinated.
But when all this happened to him, Yang Ji felt so heavy.
"I don't understand. Why are you looking for me? You are much stronger than me, and you have experienced a prosperous era of culture and education. It should be you. If you take on this mission, the chance of summoning the mighty river must be greater than mine.
Much more."
Yang Jidao.
"Ah!"
The voice smiled sadly:
"If I could, I wouldn't want to. Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years have exhausted my soul. My lifespan is running out..."
He said with a long sigh.
Yang Ji's heart trembled and his lips moved, but he didn't know how to say it.
"Senior, it's not that I don't want to. It's just that I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."
Yang Ji sighed deeply. After all, he couldn't bear it:
"And even if I agree, I may not be able to escape."
How easy is it to summon the "long river of majesty" hidden by literary saints? In the past countless centuries, countless people have tried, but they have all failed.
Even now, there are historians and others who try, but fail without exception. How can Yang Ji dare to say that he will succeed?
Leaving aside the long-term issues, it is hard to say just now whether I can escape this disaster.
"Don't worry about this. I will help you."
The loud voice said.
Yang Ji's heart fluctuated, "What should I do?"
"There is a control core in my body, and the incarnation of the Tianyin Sect is there. I will teleport you there in a moment to help you suppress his incarnation power. As long as you can defeat the incarnation of the Tianyin Sect's consciousness, you will be able to succeed
Destroy the core, destroy the formation, and leave here."
The voice said slowly:
"If you can leave here, I hope you can promise me something."
"Senior, please tell me."
Yang Ji said quickly.
"...You have read my memory, and you should know the cave where I stayed behind the door. After you go out, I hope you find it. There is a "Book of Great Confucianism" I prepared there, and it will be useful to you.
It helps. As for the future,...just do your best."
"As for this era, you cannot become a new 'literary saint', summon the mighty river, and restore the prosperous age of literature and art. It depends on God's will. Everything is beyond human power. Even if you fail, it is fate!"
The voice was full of sadness. Yang Ji felt flustered when he heard it.
"Senior, don't worry. I promise you, no matter what, I will do my best."
Yang Ji looked in front of him and said solemnly.
"Haha, that's enough."
The voice was extremely lonely.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, there was a buzzing trembling in the surrounding space.
"The leader of Tianyin seems to have noticed something. I'm afraid we have to take action in advance. - Are you ready?"
The voice said.
"Ready."
Yang Ji said without hesitation. This was the reason for his trip. Only by breaking the formation could they hope to leave here.
"senior……"
Yang Ji hesitated for a moment: "Thank you."
"hehe."
The voice just smiled and then fell silent.
It seemed that only a flash of light had passed, and it seemed that countless long centuries had passed. Yang Ji suddenly heard a loud rumble in his ears, and then a powerful force was majestic. When the sun reached the sun, the rumble was like thunder and fire.
Generally it rushes into the body and disperses into the limbs and bones!
"ah!"
Yang Ji let out a low cry, and his whole body suddenly stiffened, unable to move. However, the blood in his body was overwhelmed by the impact of this force, rising steadily...
"That's all I can help you with. The rest is up to you..."
The curling voice sounded in his mind, the light and shadow around him changed, time and space were reversed, and a powerful force violently threw Yang Ji away.
"boom!"
The white light dissipated, and a solid touch came from under his feet. Before Yang Ji could react, he found himself falling to the ground.
The blood in the body was surging and majestic. Yang Ji felt it silently and was suddenly horrified:
"Fourth level peak! How is that possible?"
Yang Ji was shocked. In just a short while, with the help of that mysterious man, he was promoted from the "Blood Furnace" he had just condensed to the fourth level peak.
At this time, the blood in his body was surging and majestic, like the Yangtze River. He felt that his movements had infinite power, and he felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable.
"Who are you?--"
Just as Yang Ji was immersed in the pleasure of power, a sharp voice suddenly came.
Yang Ji looked up and found that he had appeared in an unfamiliar space. The surrounding area was pitch black, and in the center of this space, Yang Ji saw a middle-aged man in black sitting cross-legged.
This man was about thirty or forty years old, with a mustache and sharp eyes. He was glaring at him fiercely:
"No one can hide it from me. How did you get in?"
His expression was extremely fierce, and his eyes shone brightly even in the dark, making people dare not look into them.
"Master Tianyin?"
Yang Ji was startled at first, and then reacted.
"Hmph! You didn't say that, did you?"
The middle-aged man in black ignored Yang Ji. There was a deep aura on his body. It was like a high-altitude god who could easily crush people:
"It's okay if you don't tell me. When I kill you and extract your soul, I will naturally know how you got in."
With a wave of his hand, he was about to kill Yang Ji on the spot. However, as soon as he made a move, his whole body was shaken, and his face showed deep shock:
To be continued...