Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time - Chapter 101
Chapter 101: Green Mountain Sword Drinks the Righteousness, Viewing the Age in the Literary Monument (2)
The Literary Monument could gather literary courage or condense righteousness. If he could do these two, his future would be limitless!
An Le left the Heart Questioning Forest. His white clothes were as white as snow, and the Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword at his waist trembled slightly. It was as if there was a high sword cry that swayed in the surroundings, attracting the sharpness of the bamboo leaves.
The sky was connected to the clouds, and the clouds were connected to the dawn fog. The galaxy was about to turn into a thousand sails.
An Le’s white clothes shone brightly, and his palm landed on the hilt of his sword, suppressing the restless Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword.
The pavilion stood quietly under the stars in the sky and appeared in the depths of the bamboo sea.
The starlight reflected on the Literary Monument seemed to attract the stars in the sky.
This monument was very high, but its surface was as smooth as a mirror. It used starlight as words and gathered knowledge in it. It was filled with the aura of history.
Observing the monument was like looking at ancient times. In An Let s eyes, it was even more strange.
On the Literary Monument, wisps of Age Qi suddenly wrapped around, diffused, and swayed like seaweed…
An Le’s eyes narrowed.
His heart trembled as he repeatedly confirmed if the Age Qi floating on the Literary Monument was really Age Qi. After all, this was the first time An Le had seen Age Qi in anything other than cultivators. Apart from people, things could also gather Age Qi?
That was why An Le was shocked.
His white clothes fluttered as An Le walked with his sword. He walked on foot and ascended the monument hut.
The monument hut stood there empty. Around it were layers of bamboo leaves. Spring passed and autumn came, transforming endlessly.
An Le could sense a majestic will in the monument hut. This will was like pairs of eyes that shone through the years and landed on him.
It was slightly heavy, but it was still bearable.
It was as if the wills of the scholars who had left traces in the long river of time were watching him.
An Le approached the monument hut step by step, just inches away.
Looking at the smooth Literary Monument, it seemed to be reflecting a star map, like a starry sky.
After looking at the Literary Monument for a long time, An Le felt that his
mind was calm. His Shedding Mortality mental power, which had just broken through to the perfected-stage, was also flowing like a clear spring.
Upon closer observation, An Le realized that the Age Qi was different. The Age Qi on the Literary Monument was covered in a layer of haze, making it look even more ethereal.
An Le took a deep breath and revealed a respectful expression.
With a thought, he began to absorb a wisp of Age Qi.
Then, another wisp appeared.
A breeze blew over, carrying a few bamboo leaves that floated past. As the bamboo leaves rolled, the scene seemed to open.
In the scene, a thin old man stood under the starry sky with a bamboo staff in his hand and recited poetry.
There was a woman in red makeup writing poems.
There were swordsmen with swords and bamboo hats who were chanting poems while killing people.
A scholar drinking wine, a mad warrior splashing ink, a general dancing with a spear…
Images of the years that seniors had spent in front of the Literary Monument flashed past his eyes like a film. Figures that had already been taken by time appeared in the mortal world again.
Every time the scene flowed past, white qi surged in the Literary Monument.
In the Literary Department.
First Headmaster, Second Headmaster, and Third Headmaster were all staring at this moment.
Zhao Huangting, Madam Hua, Li You’an, and the others also observed carefully.
The officials in charge of recording in the Ministry of Rites were already extremely excited.
Starlight spread out from the Literary Monument and permeated the white-robed youth’s body. Vaguely, there seemed to be blurry figures floating around the youth with starlight gathering.
An Le’s face gradually turned pale, and his mental power was depleting at a visible speed.
However, he continued to observe the Age Qi as if he did not know. Although no wisp of Molten Gold Age had appeared or condensed the Age Dao Fruit, An Let s age aura was increasing. He seemed to be having a long conversation with the heroic scholars in front of the Literary Monument for the past ten thousand years.
This night was both wonderful and painful.
On the Literary Monument, An Le had absorbed 18 wisps of Age Qi. His mind was exhausted and he could no longer observe the scene. He could no longer seek Dao with the ancient people and swim in the long river of time.
It was as if a hole had been dug in the small boat that was swimming. The water flowed in, and the boat could not drive anymore and gradually sank.
A gust of night wind blew over, and his white clothes fluttered. An Le opened his eyes. His mental power was exhausted, and he had no choice but to push Green Mountain against the ground to stabilize his body and not fall.
He looked at the Literary Monument and saw majestic white qi surging out, like the mist in the mountains under the morning sun.
Vaguely, he seemed to see the seniors observing from the Age Qi in the clear qi smiling and nodding at him.
Their mental powers were shaken as they muttered.
“Righteousness!”
Wherever the starlight shone, righteousness could be seen!
However, in the next moment, the Primordial Spirits of many excited experts seemed to have been splashed with cold water. All of them were stunned and sighed.
The white qi emitted from the Literary Monument was not absorbed or fused into the youth’s body. Instead, it surged into the broken bamboo sword that the youth was leaning on.
Green Mountain drank the righteousness.
The light of the bamboo sword flickered slightly as if it had returned to silence and there was no longer any movement.
Under the starry sky, many experts sighed after being stunned.
“The righteousness was lured out, but it did not go to the youth. This… is really a pity.”
Outside the Heart Questioning Forest, Second Headmaster Pang Ji sighed. “Then Green Mountain… How can it absorb even righteousness?”
In the straw hut, First Headmaster Zhu Huoxi was also stunned and puzzled.
Third Headmaster Wang Banshan stroked his long beard, not knowing what to say.
The young man had indeed lured out righteousness, but righteousness was absorbed by a sword.. It was as if he had bought a meat bun and fed it to a dog…
