Chapter 397 Gather the power of faith and summon the heroic spirit of the sect leader!
Jun Fengyi is indeed the wisest woman in the world. She actually discovered a hint of secret from Tianmen’s pillar of destiny.
The Pillar of Fortune was built with Indra as the core. If anything really happened to Indra, the Pillar of Fortune would surely dissipate.
And now, although the Pillar of Fortune is fluctuating violently, the fortune is still condensing, which is enough to show that Emperor Shitian is safe.
However, the incident happened suddenly and the situation was strange, so she did not dare to be careless.
While giving orders to Tianmen, she also used the magic of heaven's secrets, hoping to find out the truth as soon as possible.
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Tianmen.
The ladder resumed operation, and the disciples recovered from their shock.
The scene that just happened shocked them so much that they couldn't calm down for a long time, and there was still a trace of horror on their faces.
"Oh no! Something happened to Master!"
Suddenly, a cry was heard from above, with a hint of anxiety in the cold voice.
The person who spoke was Han Xin, the leader of the younger generation of Tianmen and the direct disciple of Emperor Shitian.
She was wearing an ice-blue dress, and exuded a faint chill, like a lotus blooming in the ice and snow, holy and inviolable.
"Master is in danger!?" Bai Yu tightly grasped the long sword in his hand, his eyebrows raised, and a raging fire burning in his eyes.
He has always had great respect for Emperor Shitian. When he heard that his master was in trouble and thought about the incident that had just happened, he was filled with worry.
At this moment, all the disciples of Tianmen received the news. They were all shocked, but they also took quick action.
In their minds, Indra is an existence like a belief. Now that Indra has appeared, the faith in their hearts has collapsed.
"No, I don't believe it. The Sect Master is the number one in Xuanhuang Realm. With his strength, no one can hurt him!"
"This must be an enemy conspiracy. We must not lose our composure!"
"We are deeply indebted to the Sect Master. Now that he is in danger, it is time for us to repay him. We must work together to rescue him!"
"The mistress said that as long as we gather under the Fortune Pillar and call out to him sincerely, the Sect Master will return quickly!"
After a moment of surprise, the Tianmen disciples quickly calmed down.
Following the instructions of the Female Emperor Feng Yi, they gathered information from all walks of life through the Heavenly Ladder, while calling out devoutly to the Pillar of Fortune.
After nearly a hundred years in the secular world, they already knew the relationship between Emperor Shitian and Bai Suzhen, Jiang Luoli, and Jun Fengyi, and regarded them as their mistresses from the bottom of their hearts.
Among the three mistresses, Jun Fengyi has the highest prestige. Everyone believes in her orders and does their best.
"The luck of Tianmen is still there, the leader will definitely return!"
"The Sect Master has great magical powers. I believe he will be fine. Everyone must guard the Heavenly Gate well and don't let the demons take advantage of us!"
"Gather the power of faith and call upon the heroic spirit of the sect master!"
"The Sect Master is the controller of the Heavenly Ladder. As long as the Heavenly Ladder is still there, the Sect Master will be fine!"
Soon, eight great myths including Li Changsheng, Dugu Qiubai, Wang Xianzhi and Liu Bai stood up to appease Tianmen and stabilize people's hearts.
The fame of the Eight Myths was earned through bloody battles, so their words are naturally convincing.
Under their leadership, Tianmen took quick action.
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At the same time, in the Guantian Academy, the Master was standing on the observatory, gazing at the ever-changing constellations in the sky with a serious expression.
He has been in seclusion for a hundred years, and now he has become a Confucian sage with extraordinary strength. He is proficient in the art of deduction and can see through the secrets of heaven.
"The Literary Saint Emperor Shitian is now in danger. Dean, please set up a literary altar immediately, offer sacrifices to heaven and earth, gather the literary luck of the world, and summon the Literary Saint to return!"
The Master shouted, his voice full of urgency.
He knew very well how important Emperor Shitian was to the Xuanhuang Realm. If Emperor Shitian died, the entire Xuanhuang Realm would fall into chaos.
Fortunately, Indra not only has great fortune, but is also a great literary saint in the world.
Good fortune is always there, and literature and art are eternal!
With these two foundations, even if Indra's soul is destroyed, he still has hope of returning.
So, after he deduced the result, he immediately made a request to Dean Xun.
"Everyone, please do your best for Wensheng!"
Upon hearing this, Dean Xun did not hesitate at all and immediately arranged personnel and set up the literary arena.
Within half a day, a huge grammar altar appeared above the Guantian Academy, with a statue of Emperor Shitian in the middle and countless students sitting cross-legged around it.
The Master stepped forward, forming seals with his hands. Mysterious runes surrounded him, and a powerful energy wave instantly spread out.
"Literature and Taoism last forever, and the true spirit is immortal!" The Master's voice was calm and firm, with a sense of righteousness.
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately closed their eyes, calmed their minds, then stretched out their hands and injected the power of literature in their bodies into the literary world.
Dazzling rays of light burst out from the literary world, as if to illuminate the entire sky.
Dean Xun quickly took out an ancient token and muttered something. Mysterious rays of light shot out from the token, echoing the power of the literary world.
This is the Order of the Sage of Literature, which gathers the power of literature and art from all over the world and possesses incredible power.
With the joint efforts of everyone, the literary world was completely activated, and a sacred beam of light shot straight into the sky, exuding an incomparably sacred aura.
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"Hahaha, Emperor Shitian is actually dead!"
"That old thief actually dared to blaspheme the goddess. Now, Lord God King, please take action and beat him to death in one go!"
"This person was so arrogant, it's no surprise that he ended up like this. It's such a pity that he wasted such a great talent!"
"I never thought that the God Realm would break the taboo in order to take back the Goddess!"
In the Nine Netherworlds, several Demon Kings heard the news of Emperor Shitian's death and were overjoyed and burst into wild laughter.
Over the years, they have been frightened by Emperor Shitian. The power of Emperor Shitian is like a huge mountain pressing on their heads, making them dare not leave the Nine Netherworld easily.
Among the nine demon kings of the demon race, several died at the hands of Indra. Although they were later resurrected by the devil, the shadow in their hearts could not be dispelled.
If they had not been concerned about Emperor Shitian, how could they have allowed the disciples of Tianmen to sweep across the regions and give up the occupied territories?
Even though each of Tianmen's disciples are extraordinary, their strength is at most equivalent to that of a demon. They are not strong enough to face these demon emperors.
Now hearing that Indra was dead, they were ecstatic and wished they could rush out of the Netherworld immediately and swallow up the entire human world.
"With Emperor Shitian dead, there is no rival in the human world anymore! Everyone, quickly dispatch troops and attack all domains. Make sure to take over the human world in the shortest possible time!"
"I heard that Tianmen and Guantian Academy are holding a soul-calling ceremony to bring Emperor Shitian's soul back to his place. We must not let them succeed!"
"Concentrate our main forces and attack Tianmen and Guantian Academy!"
For a time, the demons were arrogant and, led by the demon emperors, launched another fierce attack on the human world.