Confucianism under Heaven

Chapter 363 The Flood of the Holy Path

Chapter 363 The Flood of the Sacred Path

The sacred river cascading down from the mountain peaks created a sense of rushing and swirling, like a flood, pouring down overwhelmingly. This sacred river seemed endless, extremely vast, and filled with extremely rich sacred power, winding without end. Everyone's face was filled with shock.

If this were done outside the company, it would be an extremely large project.

Moreover, if the sacred power within is absorbed by a semi-saint, it would be enough to greatly enhance the strength of dozens of semi-saints.

They could even break through to the level of a half-saint and reach the level of a quasi-saint. If their talent was strong enough, they might even become a supreme saint or a master.

However, according to what the young Confucian scholar just said, these sacred powers cannot be absorbed by scholars, which greatly reduces their value.

Looking out from afar, Ye Ru saw a huge tree on the mountaintop with lush branches and countless sacred leaves growing on it. The energy emanating from it was ancient and rich, containing a mysterious aura.

"The only way to get through here is to cross this torrent and reach the mountaintop, but as that young man just said, it's not so easy to get through."

Guan Hai stared at the cascading torrent and spoke slowly.

"I can feel that this holy power is a great obstacle to us. If we don't have any means, we will probably be swept away by this torrent in an instant and our bodies will be shattered."

Ye Ru nodded solemnly, while the other three races also narrowed their eyes. Although they did not want the human race to have a strong perception of the Holy Path, they could still get a glimpse of its power from the rubble on the ground, which showed how terrifying the Holy Path River was.

Faced with such power, everyone here seemed like an ant, utterly insignificant.

Long Shang's expression was also somewhat solemn. His body was protected by dragon power, and dragon scales began to cover his entire body.

Once the dragon scales were completely covered, he stepped onto the mountain and soared upwards.

Upon contact with the River of Sacred Path, his body emitted a hissing sound that sent chills down one's spine.

This is the sound of the power of the Holy Path striking the flesh.

Boom boom!

"Let's go too."

Ye Ru took a deep breath, and the talent within the book palace began to surge through his limbs and throughout his body.

He then charged headlong toward the River of Sacred Path.

As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, the torrent of the Sacred River suddenly poured down, crashing heavily onto Ye Ru's body. A powerful impact pressed down on Ye Ru, causing him to stumble back two steps down the mountain. He then stomped his foot and firmly regained his footing.

"What a powerful force."

Enduring the onslaught of the torrent, Ye Ru gritted his teeth, his inner energy constantly surging forth, and his Zen Mind of Clouds and Water continuously channeled this energy.

When Ye Ru stepped onto this spot, Guan Hai and the others were struggling to climb towards the top of the mountain.

These people are indeed geniuses from noble families or demon races; they all have their own unique methods.

"what!"

At that moment, as soon as a demon stepped onto the mountain peak, the River of Sacred Dao, filled with powerful Sacred Dao energy, poured down and swallowed him whole. The man let out a shrill scream. Even with demonic energy protecting him, it was not very effective against the Sacred Dao energy. In an instant, he was smashed to pieces.

This scene put almost everyone present on high alert, and they no longer dared to let their guard down.

If he falls, he will probably die instantly.

Ye Ru turned to look at the young scholar, who was still standing on the rock, looking at the shattered demon with a mocking expression, seemingly enjoying himself immensely.

No wonder, the entire Sage City was destroyed by the Ghost Scholar, leaving no survivors. Such resentment is understandable.

"Brother Ye, are you alright?"

As Ye Ru struggled to climb, Guan Hai, shrouded in a phantom image, asked with concern.

He initially thought this place was nothing special, but once he entered, he realized that without using his true strength, it would be absolutely impossible to climb up.

"Fortunately, there's no turning back now. Even if we go down, it'll probably be very difficult. We can only gamble with all our might."

As soon as the words were spoken, a terrifying impact struck again, causing both of them to fall dozens of meters.

"If something is blocking this torrent, it will be much easier to get on top."

Guan Hai's casual remark, however, gave Ye Ru an idea:

"I have an idea."

"any solution?"

"We can write poems and use the imagery in the poems to create obstacles, and then we can take the opportunity to go up."

Ye Ru frowned slightly.

"Such power can probably only be achieved by poems that are astounding or world-renowned. Ordinary poems would not only consume a lot of talent, but probably wouldn't have much effect."

Guan Hai looked troubled. It was simply impossible for him to spontaneously compose a poem that would amaze the world, especially while he was distracted.

"I want to try."

Ye Ru's talent gradually faded. He then summoned thirty-eight profound words of wisdom, which slightly blocked the impact of the torrent. However, he knew that if this continued for too long, the profound words of wisdom would also become ineffective.

After all, the power of subtle words and profound meanings had been greatly depleted in the previous battles, and there had been no time to replenish it.

"Okay, then you write it, and I'll defend it for you."

Guan Hai pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said.

Although Guan Hai was somewhat apprehensive about Ye Ru's actions this time, the other party had not disappointed him on previous occasions, so he was also skeptical.

"Thank you for your help, Brother Guanhai."

After saying that, Ye Ru stepped behind Guan Hai, took the Wolf Wind Pen, and began to write.

"To think you can write poetry to stop this torrent is wishful thinking. Ordinary poems and prose can't possibly take root where the torrent is pouring down. Even if they could, they would probably be swept away in an instant."

Ye Ru's previous performance had been observed by the young Confucian scholar, who naturally became the center of attention. When he saw that Ye Ru wanted to write a poem to stop these torrents, he smiled contemptuously.

Having lived here for so many years, he is well aware of the powerful sacred force brought by this torrent.

"Write poetry?"

Long Shang turned his head to look at Ye Ru, who had a solemn expression, and then frowned slightly. He now knew that the impact of the River of Saints was different for everyone, and the longer the time, the greater the impact.

Ye Ru was undoubtedly wasting his time by doing this.

Guan Hai gritted his teeth and added another layer of protection to himself, which finally stopped the torrent from hitting him.

After taking out paper and pen, Ye Ru took a deep breath and began to write:

"From a small, prickly seedling hidden in the deep grass, it is now gradually emerging from the wormwood."

After writing the two lines, an extremely powerful stream of talent transformed into countless rays of light and disappeared into the mountain peak.

"As expected, we were overwhelmed by this torrent. All our efforts were in vain. We thought we could find a promising talent, but they were all mediocre."

The young scholar sighed in disappointment, then said softly.

However, as the young scholar finished speaking, Ye Ru also slowly brought his last stroke to the paper...

People of the time do not recognize the towering tree until it reaches the clouds, only then do they acknowledge its height!