Nothing is more alluring than longevity. Chi Muzhi asked with a trembling voice, "What divine skills does the Literary Heart possess?"
As a Pri Minister, he had to get to the bottom of things; it was not possible to fool him with a few words and send him off to his death in a fit of passion.
"I cannot know the exact divine skills, but according to the inheritance obtained by Emperor Donghua," Duge looked around at everyone, "with talent embedded, poetry can kill enemies. A line like ’a hundred feet of frost stems from the vast sea’s shore’ can conjure a hundred feet of ice; a line like ’dreaming of iron horses and ice rivers’ can send thousands of troops into soone else’s dream; a line like ’a waterfall plumts down three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way is falling from the heavens,’ can call forth waterfall waters from the sky..."
Hisss!
The civil officials present sucked in a cold breath as the scenes Duge described naturally erged in their minds, stirring their emotions intensely.
They were not familiar with the path of cultivation, but they were well-versed in the realm of poetry and prose!
Setting other things aside, just that line about the waterfall plunging three thousand feet was enough to set one’s imagination afla—perhaps this line was crafted by an ancient Literature Saint!
"Does it have to be a poem one has written themselves?" the Ministry of Personnel asked. He was not skilled in the art of poetry and was anxious about missing out on this blessing.
"If everyone needed to write their own poems, how could the Literary Heart endure for long?" Duge smiled and continued, "In the face of an enemy, one naturally can also use the verses written by others, as long as one can withstand the consumption of literary energy by the verse."
"How can one enhance the literary energy and the Literary Heart?" soone else asked.
"Naturally, by writing poetry, lyrics, and articles. If the heavens and earth acknowledge them, it will bestow literary energy into the body," Duge said. "If there were no cultivation thods, how could the Human Race have established itself in the ancient tis? How could they have contended with the Demon Clan, with cultivators, with billions of spirits..."
Duge spoke more and more convincingly. Xu Jinghui frowned repeatedly, as if he saw a vision of a true Human Literature Saint wielding a pen to bring peace to the world.
Could everything he said be true?
Was the Seed Project because of the inheritance of the Human Emperor?
Indeed, if the capabilities of the Human Emperor weren’t enough to contend with the Immortal Emperor, how could the people behind the organization dare to oppose the Immortal Emperor?
Xu Jinghui convinced himself again, and his restless heart cald down.
However.
He still didn’t believe that it was Emperor Dong Hua who had received the inheritance of the Human Emperor!
The State Preceptor and other cultivators glanced at each other, each of their mouths dry, sensing that a huge change was imminent.
In the midst of whispers.
Duge looked at his flashing personal panel, and under the persuasion keyword, a new skill had erged:
Contain the Heavenly Statutes in Mouth: The more people believe the words that co out of your mouth, the wider they spread, the greater the chance they will beco reality.
Duge had always been calm, but upon seeing this new skill, he couldn’t hold it any longer, his heart racing.
Damn!
Isn’t this just the ability where words beco law? Even more powerful than the earlier effect of ’a pull on a single hair could affect the whole body’...
The most formidable thing he had said in this world wasn’t just the Literary and Martial Hearts, but the identity of the Heavenly Demon, equated with the Daoist Ancestor...
If he could solidify that identity, then solidify the identity of the Human Emperor, he would truly have the power to arm-wrestle with the Daoist Ancestor and the Immortal Emperor.
The most critical part was that he could use this ability to trap his enemies!
Weaken the Daoist Ancestor, the Immortal Emperor, the Demon Clan, defeat or cripple those strongest beings, and in this world, he would be unparalleled!
However.
Duge was sowhat skeptical of the effectiveness of this ability. If the abilities from the Pan Universe Entertainnt Company could directly weaken and defeat enemies like the Daoist Ancestor.
Then what was he supposed to use to compete with the Pan Universe?
He might as well clean up and surrender outright. With his credentials, serving the Pan Universe Entertainnt would definitely be better than mixing it up with other Alien Warriors.
Seeing this newly erging powerful skill, Duge was conflicted: he wanted this new ability to be strong, but at the sa ti, he hoped it wouldn’t be too strong...
...
"Is it only possible to fight using poetry and prose?" Chi Muzhi’s voice interrupted Duge’s reverie.
"The stronger the Literary Heart’s level, the more seamlessly one can compose and extinguish enemies on the battlefield," Duge glanced at him and continued refining the setting of the Literary Heart, "This is what is known as ’death by pen and word.’
The skill Contain the Heavenly Statutes in Mouth requires belief from many people for it to have a chance to beco reality.
Therefore.
It was necessary for him to make the rules he set forth both complete and ticulous, leaving no room for error.
If he continued to ad-lib carelessly like before, using people and then discarding them, he would only gain short-term advantages and not long-lasting benefits.
"What about the Martial Gall?" General Qiu Shi Wang, who had been watching the lively debate about the Literary Heart among the nurous civil officials, could not contain his eagerness and finally asked.
"The Literary Heart connects with heaven and earth, the Martial Gall strengthens oneself. Assisting the Human Emperor, the Literary Heart and Martial Gall connect with heaven and earth, nourish the literary and martial officials in return, both supplenting each other, one cannot exist without the other." Duge said with the fluency of soone who had read many novels on Earth, "The Literary Heart has nine ranks, and the Martial Gall has ten realms.
The least is a re warrior, the highest is the Martial Saint. If one achieves Martial Sainthood, he may stand with his head touching the heavens and his feet planted on the earth, disrespecting the heavens without defeat, defying gods and ghosts.
In ancient tis, there was War God Xingtian, who despite losing his head and using his nipples for eyes and his belly button for a mouth, wielded his battle-axe and still managed to slay nine Daluo Golden Immortals;
There was the chaos of the Golden Crows, with ten suns in the sky; there was the bow god Hou Yi, who drew his bow and shot down nine suns;
There was Gong Gong, the War God, who refused to accept the Immortal Emperor’s suppression of the Human Race, and by himself, broke the Heavenly Pillar, shaking the foundation of the earth; from then on, the canopy of the sky hung upside down, and the ground tilted...
This is the might of the Martial Saint!"
In the wake of the Literary Heart, the realm of the Martial Saint even more powerfully stirred the hearts of the military generals, making them itch to beco Martial Saints and shake the heavens and the earth.
The State Preceptor and the cultivators were dumbfounded, their hearts halfway convinced; if the Human Race only had the Human Emperor’s support, how could they oppose the Immortal Emperor.
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