Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Everyone knew that with this strike, the entire Jiang family would likely be crushed by this spiritual energy!

"Ancestor, save me!!!"

Jiang Jingzhong roared, his heart-wrenching howl echoing throughout the land.

This time, it seemed as if something answered his call.

boom! boom! boom!

Three beams of purple light suddenly rose from beneath the Jiang family hall. Three mysterious beams of light rushed out at extreme speed, and the vast spiritual energy suddenly condensed into a sharp ink brush, emitting a dazzling purple light in mid-air.

At the same time, the three beams of light slowly coalesced into the image of an old man.

"You bastard, release my descendant of the Jiang family at once!!"

Its voice was like a bell, and the power of its opening caused countless cracks to appear in the space around Yun Ping!

They were three aged figures, but they had no actual physical bodies; rather, they seemed to be formed from the purple flames.

The combined power of the three figures far surpassed the saintly power that Han Qingying and Jiang Jingzhong had previously unleashed. That aura, which transcended all things, vaguely felt comparable to the Great Dao itself.

This is... a demigod!

Yun Ping slowly withdrew the spiritual energy in his palm, then glanced expressionlessly at the three patriarchs of the Jiang family.

He could tell at a glance that these three people did not have physical bodies at all, and that their spiritual essence and the power of the Great Dao, when combined, had indeed reached the realm of half-immortals.

"Ancestor, Ancestor, please save me!"

Seeing the three ancestors appear, Jiang Jingzhong struggled frantically as if he had grasped at the last straw, staring at the three Jiang family ancestors with hopeful eyes.

This is the founding ancestor of their Jiang family, one of the three most famous geniuses in the Extreme Heaven Domain back then. In terms of cultivation, the three of them together even had the chance to kill a half-immortal!

He didn't believe that Yunping could still be a match for these three patriarchs!

What about Ke Yunping?

Whether it was the might of a saint or a demigod, he seemed not to feel it at all. His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he slammed a palm down on Jiang Jingzhong's head.

"Save you? I'd like to see just how many members of the Jiang family are going to come out to save you today!"

boom!

With a single palm strike, Jiang Jingzhong didn't even feel the pain or let out a wail before being smashed to pieces, his flesh pulverized.

A wisp of pale purple smoke tried to escape, but Yunping grabbed it and held it in his hand.

This was Jiang Jingzhong's soul. Yun Ping didn't even glance at its soul, and instead tightened his grip with his five fingers.

puff-

As the purple smoke dissipated, Jiang Jingzhong's soul was crushed to pieces by Yun Ping!

"Arrogant brat, how dare you destroy his soul!"

The Jiang family patriarch roared angrily. He couldn't believe that even though the three of them had already appeared in the world, this young man still dared to make a move.

This shows a complete disregard for the three patriarchs!

The three patriarchs exchanged glances, each seeing a murderous intent in the other's eyes!

They all knew that Yun Ping was a strange man with amazing strength. Otherwise, those Jiang family cultivators would not have been crippled so thoroughly, and Jiang Jingzhong would not have been killed so easily!

They even suspected that Yunping might also be a hidden demigod!

But now that Yunping has decided to kill the Jiang family, it's no longer possible to maintain good relations. There's only one option left—

Kill Yunping!

"You brat, today you slaughtered several members of my Jiang family. I will make you pay a bloody price!"

As soon as the Jiang family patriarch finished speaking, the purple flames within the three of them transformed into a sky full of purple flames, constantly twisting and swirling, converging into a huge purple ink brush, with the vast spiritual energy of heaven and earth surging intensely at this moment.

The purple ink brush danced rapidly in the air, using purple flames as ink and the sky and earth as a platform, and began to write poems!

At that moment, the poem stirred the mysterious and unpredictable Great Dao between heaven and earth, and a power of the Great Dao that was even more terrifying than that of a sage crashed down from the top of the sky!

The killing intent was overwhelming, so intense it was almost tangible, revealing a terrifying killing intent that filled the air with the sight of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Kill the poet!

At this moment, both the Jiang and Han families realized that the three Jiang family patriarchs were actually writing Emperor Wen's killing poem!

Killing poets and words is a death sentence, and anyone who has lived from the era of Tianjue to the present knows how terrifying Emperor Wen's killing of poets was!

That was the ultimate killing intent. In the past, Emperor Wen, with his peak cultivation, wrote a shocking killing poem that directly annihilated a sect with a Kaiyuan stage expert in charge. The entire sect was reduced to withered bones in the face of this killing poem, without leaving a single drop of blood.

"You brat, prepare to die!"

The last word fell.

The poem is killed, and a sea of ​​blood appears!

Blood flew everywhere and gathered into an ocean, accompanied by a surging and terrifying power of the literary path, and bombarded Yun Ping!

With a demigod-level realm, unparalleled Emperor Wen Dao, and extremely powerful killing poems—the combination of these three means that even a true demigod would not be able to escape unscathed.

Where is Yunping?

Do not move.

Silence.

He just stared calmly at the killing poem, at the sea of ​​blood, his eyes still filled with that same cold loneliness.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a dead person.

boom!

He did nothing.

However, the anomaly in the heavens and earth disappeared, the sea of ​​blood dissipated, the killing poem subsided, and the surging killing intent vanished.

Gone.

Just like that, it vanished without a trace.

what happened?

no one knows.

The three patriarchs of the Jiang family stared at Yunping in disbelief, completely unable to comprehend what he had done.

Only one sentence echoed in everyone's ears.

A bland statement, full of irony.

"Use my methods to kill me? You're courting death!"

167. Destroyed, all destroyed.

Yunping is still the same Yunping.

But the Chiang family is no longer the same Chiang family.

The Realm of Half-Immortals, Emperor Wen Kills Poetry, The Path of Literature Descends.

The combination of the three should have been an awe-inspiring and earth-shattering force, capable of easily opening mountains and filling seas.

however--

The poems are all killed, the sea of ​​blood is extinguished.

No one knew what had happened; all they felt was a deep-seated fear spreading through their hearts.

Even if you replay it in your mind countless times, even if you use logic to convince yourself that it is not true, the truth before your eyes is so cruel and terrifying.

No one in the arena knew what kind of power Yunping used to erase the sea of ​​blood, the killing poem, and even the Great Dao of Emperor Wen.

Physical strength?

Spiritual energy?

The power of magical artifacts?

I don't know.

The terror of the unknown has created a deathly silence.

The three Jiang family patriarchs stared at each other in disbelief. How could their hearts not tremble and their thoughts not be in turmoil? Such a scene had never even appeared in their dreams, for it was a sight completely beyond imagination and beyond logic!

But they had no other choice.

"I refuse to believe that Emperor Wen's Great Dao truly cannot shake you!"

One of the Jiang family patriarchs' aura surged once more, and hundreds and thousands of ink characters appeared in all directions. Each ink character seemed to contain millions of mysteries, causing the space within a ten-mile radius to tremble violently.

Emperor Wen's Great Way!

A sage is someone who has walked the path of the Dao. Every sage has broken through the shackles of the Great Dao, truly gained the recognition of the Great Dao, and possessed the ability to directly wield the power of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

The three ancestors of the Jiang family were cultivators who began practicing the Way of Literature in the middle of the Tianjue Era, before Emperor Wen had fallen. Their comprehension of the Way of Literature was beyond that of ordinary people. They cultivated for nearly ten thousand years before they truly entered the ranks of sages.

At this moment, the three ancestors of the Jiang family worked together, using heaven and earth as a platform and spiritual energy as ink. The words they wrote were not only able to inspire the Dao of Literature, but could even draw out the Great Dao itself!

Yes, the Great Way itself!

What a terrifying and majestic existence that was—of the three thousand Great Daos, apart from the Great Daos opened up by the two Origin Ancestors, the Dao of Literature and the Dao of Martial Arts were the most practiced by cultivators in the world.

The power of martial arts goes without saying, but the power of literature—

That was the Great Dao created by Emperor Wen, Xuan Lei, who nearly killed the Hongmeng Ancestor and could only be killed by two Origin Ancestors working together. Its power could even rival the Heavenly Dao.

And now, what the three Jiang family patriarchs have summoned together is the very essence of literature!

The dark clouds dissipated.

A beam of divine light suddenly appeared in the center of the sky.

It was a huge character for "literature," and the radiance it emitted symbolized the sacred light of the Three Thousand Great Daos themselves. Anyone in the world who cultivates the Dao of Literature would feel a sense of awe the moment they saw this character.

Inside the arena, countless cultivators practicing the Way of Literature prostrated themselves. Faced with the Way of Literature itself, they had no reason not to kneel.

Endless mysteries float in the air, and endless ink characters flutter freely!

The heavens trembled, and the world was vast.