Chapter 1794: Refining the Spring and Autumn Classic

The grudges between the Spirit Clan and the Human Race have lasted for tens of thousands of years. Countless relatives and friends have died at the hands of both sides, making them irreconcilable enemies. This conflict can no longer be resolved through mere words or benevolence.

At this moment, with the Spirit Clan's strongest emperor besieged here, how could the ancient sages of the Master Teacher Pavilion let such an opportunity slip away!

"And what about you, Zhang Hongtian?"

Seeing that these individuals also intended to attack him, Emperor Chen Yong was not surprised and looked over once more.

"My Zhang clan has fought no less than a hundred battles against the Spirit Clan. Countless of my ancestors, including my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, have died at your hands! Your hands are stained with the blood of my Zhang clan members. Today, although it's a battle where we outnumber you, which isn't entirely honorable or a fair victory... this is revenge, not a fair duel. Even if Master Kong knew, he would never blame us!"

A long sword leaped from his waist. Zhang Hongtian looked at the figure before him, his eyes filled with a sense of righteous purpose.

To fight with a justifiable cause, a Master Teacher must present the most suitable reason. Only then can they advance bravely without retreating.

"Ancestor Hongtian..."

Seeing that he was also about to join the fight, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but speak.

With so many people besieging him, and the Star Chart surrounding them, it was likely that Emperor Chen Yong would not escape easily this time. Although he had no particular fondness for the Spirit Clan, Wu Chen had always served diligently by his side. To see him now besieged by so many, Zhang Xuan found it somewhat unacceptable.

"Members of the Spirit Clan are not worthy of sympathy!"

Knowing what Zhang Xuan intended to say, Zhang Hongtian waved his hand dismissively. After many years of war, the two races could no longer coexist. Without this First Emperor, the Spirit Clan would surely become a scattered mess, no longer able to contend with humanity. This would be equivalent to solving a major, long-standing problem! Precisely for this reason, the Hundred Schools of Philosophers were willing to dispatch so many ancient sages, with even the acquisition of the Spring and Autumn Codex being a secondary concern.

"Very well, then, what about you?"

Seeing that all three factions had allied, Emperor Chen Yong looked again at the sacred beasts not far away.

"We will not take sides, nor do we wish to get involved... We only wish to obtain the Spring and Autumn Codex!" Venerable Bai stated.

"If you're not taking sides, then please retreat," Emperor Chen Yong scoffed. "Otherwise, in the heat of battle, fists and kicks have no eyes. If you remain in the battle zone, no one can guarantee you won't be killed..."

With a cold chuckle, Emperor Chen Yong's long blade trembled in his hand, emitting a wailing sound. Without further ado, his brows rose, and his aura suddenly erupted, giving off a feeling as vast as an abyss or a sea. When disguised as Wu Chen, he had used power exclusive to master teachers. Now, having reverted to his true form and wielding the Spirit Clan's True Qi of Slaughter, his combat power instantly more than doubled.

"Attack!"

Seeing that Emperor Chen Yong's aura was about to reach its peak, and knowing that if they didn't act now, he would be even harder to kill, Ancient Sage Yan Qing's halberd trembled in his hand and shot through the air.

"Strike!"

Bu Yu's ghostly claw tore through space. The attacks of the two super experts transformed into two streaks of light, one black and one white, piercing forth like meteors.

"Well come!"

Having reverted to his true form, Emperor Chen Yong let out a roar, his voice exploding like sudden thunder. Simultaneously, the long blade in his hand sliced straight forward.

*Swoosh!*

A dark crack appeared in the space constrained by the Star Chart. The blade's light collided with the two attacks, sending the halberd and the ghost claw flying backward like baseballs struck squarely.

Emperor Chen Yong stepped forward, his power surging, the surrounding cloud-like energy boiling. As his long blade swept, the attacks of the other ancient sages were blocked. He advanced again, bringing his blade down towards Yan Qing's head. This strike sealed the void with power, making it impossible for Ancient Sage Yan Qing to evade, even if he had reached the Droplet of Blood Rebirth realm.

Just as this strongest expert of the Hundred Schools of Philosophers was about to be killed, a sword light broke through the limitations of time and space, appearing before him. If Emperor Chen Yong didn't block it, even if he could kill Ancient Sage Yan Qing, he would certainly suffer severe injuries.

Emperor Chen Yong raised his blade.

*Clang! Clang! Clang!*

The sound of a sword rain was incessant as Zhang Hongtian stepped forward, moving like a sword immortal.

Witnessing such a battle, Zhang Xuan swallowed hard. As expected of the continent's peak super-experts, every movement they made carried the force of natural laws. Zhang Xuan was lucky to be far from the battle zone; otherwise, he would have been torn to dust, with nothing left. Emperor Chen Yong was powerful to the extreme. Despite being besieged by so many, he remained composed and unhurried, without the slightest hint of panic.

The battle grew increasingly intense. Suddenly, a muffled groan was heard, and a figure immediately fell from the sky. An ancient sage had fallen!

"It's a Spirit Clan member at the Scholar-Sage realm..."

Seeing the corpse, Zhang Xuan recognized it. It was one of Old Ghost Bu Yu's subordinates, possessing the strength of Ancient Sage Layer 2.

"This is good stuff..."

Knowing that a corpse of this caliber was rare and hard to come by, Zhang Xuan approached. The Dragon Bone Divine Spear shot out and swiftly picked it up.

*Whoosh!*

He stored it into his storage ring. Just as he had stored that corpse, another ancient sage from the Hundred Schools of Philosophers fell. Not only were Spirit Clan members dying, but experts from the Hundred Schools of Philosophers also began to fall. The Master Teacher Pavilion followed suit.

He could collect the Spirit Clan corpses, but he didn't touch those from the Hundred Schools of Philosophers or the Master Teacher Pavilion. After all, he was a Master Teacher. However, while he couldn't collect the corpses, the blood of ancient sages splattered during the battle, allowing him to collect quite a lot.

As the battle grew more intense, more and more ancient sages fell. In less than ten minutes, fewer than half of the more than twenty ancient sages remained. However, at this moment, Emperor Chen Yong was already covered in wounds, and his injuries were considerable. Ancient Sage Yan Qing and Zhang Hongtian were also covered in ghastly wounds, panting heavily and clearly in a difficult state. Old Ghost Bu Yu, on the other hand, had the lightest injuries. This was not due to his superior strength, but because he was more cunning, letting the other two bear the brunt of the frontal assaults.

"As expected of the Spirit Clan's First Emperor," Zhang Hongtian remarked, looking at Emperor Chen Yong once more, his voice tinged with admiration. "I never imagined that even with so many of us combined, we would suffer such heavy losses..."

He had thought he was already at the pinnacle of the world, but never expected that even with so many experts allied, so many would still be killed.

"You are not weak either," Emperor Chen Yong said, leaning on his blade. "However... if this is all your strength, you probably won't be able to kill me today..."

"Even if it means dying today, I'll drag you down with me..." Zhang Hongtian gritted his teeth.

"Then try..."

Emperor Chen Yong sneered, about to continue, when he suddenly felt the space constrained by the Star Chart shaking incessantly.

*Rumble!*

The heavens and earth seemed to be torn apart as a pure white light shone through the Star Chart, and a massive altar slowly emerged. The light directly enveloped Luo Ruoxi, who was refining the Spring and Autumn Codex.

"It's a success..."

Emperor Chen Yong's eyes lit up. He had left the plaza earlier and prepared for a long time, precisely for this. Seeing its success, he could no longer contain his excitement.

*Rip!*

The altar's light shone upon Luo Ruoxi. Her power, which had already reached that of an Ancient Sage, seemed to have another seal lifted, becoming even more vast and immense. Under the shroud of such power, the Spring and Autumn Codex could no longer resist and was instantly and completely refined.