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However, cultivation in the world required gradual progress. It was accumulated over time and good preparation was key to success.

How was it possible for a white-haired student to suddenly gain enlightenment and cross several stages of cultivation to become a Confucianist Grandmaster?

Without reaching that level of cultivation, who would be able to comprehend such a state of mind?

The biggest reason why Zhao Daosheng could break through was not that his cultivation had really reached a bottleneck, but that Han Muye had secretly transmitted his People\'s Will and the Great Spirit over with the Big Yellow Court technique and the Divine Dao Empowerment technique.

This was the Big Yellow Court cultivation method that Han Muye had deduced. He was not sure if it would be useful.

From the looks of it, the effect was not bad.

He had his own selfish motive for doing so.

Create a deity.

Previously, during the deity investiture, he discovered that those remnant souls had a poor cultivation foundation. The power of the Divine Dao could not withstand too much of the Heavenly Dao power.

These deities could control mortals and suppress low-level cultivators.

If they met a great cultivator, they would be completely powerless and might even be deprived of the rule of the Divine Realm.

True cultivation of the Divine Dao should be like the Big Yellow Court created by Huang Tingshu, cultivating both internally and externally, cultivating one\'s soul and cultivating the world outside.

Earlier, Han Muye had used the power of his soul to control the power of heaven and earth to complete the act of creating a deity.

Rather than saying that Zhao Daosheng had become a Confucian Grandmaster, it would be more accurate to say that he had become a Divine Dao cultivator.

Most of the power in his body was actually infused by Han Muye. He needed to slowly comprehend and refine it himself.

Han Muye knew this, and so did Zhao Daosheng, who was standing where he was.

Han Muye had asked him when he was giving him enlightenment.

He asked him if he wanted to become an Elementary Scholar or directly become a Confucian Grandmaster.

Zhao Daosheng\'s choice was to accept the infusion and become a Confucian Grandmaster.

The golden light dispersed.

At this moment, all the carriages on the road stopped moving.

The Confucian scholars widened their eyes and looked at Zhao Daosheng.

The few Confucianists beside him were all at a loss.

"My Confucianism is flourishing…"

Somewhere, a voice spoke.

Flourishing!

It was really flourishing!

The boundless Great Spirit soared into the sky, and a purple aura lingered.

The power of the Confucian cultivators began to tremble uncontrollably.

This was the nourishment of the Heavenly Dao and the connection with the power of humanity.

In the carriage, Han Muye looked up and smiled.

"Minister Wen, how are you going to thank me this time?"

Hearing Han Muye\'s soft whisper, Mu Wan looked at him curiously.

Han Muye shook his head and did not speak again.

Earlier, he felt the change in the power of heaven and earth.

In the Heavenly Mystic World, the power of the Great Dao suddenly rose.

Because with the help of his hand, the power of Confucianism and the power of Divine Dao converged successfully.

The Confucian Dao was fused with the Divine Dao, and the power of Wen Mosheng rose to a higher level.

The karma that Divine Dao cultivators controlled was similar to Confucian Dao karma, but it was more ethereal.

Combining these two powers, one might have a qualitative leap.

"Thank you, sir." Confucian Grandmaster Zhao Daosheng stood by the side of the road, holding his book in his hand and bowing to the carriage that was starting to move slowly.

Zhao Daosheng was not the only one. The others who had received Han Muye\'s annotations and the scholars standing not far away all bowed.

This was a form of respect for a great cultivator.

It was also admiration for a great cultivator who bestowed opportunities.

Only a Confucian who would bestow opportunities was truly magnanimous.

Bai Tao held the book in his hand and smiled foolishly.

Beside him, a few Confucianists craned their necks to look at the words in the book.

In the rows of ink-like words, there were many neatly written words in red.

\'This sentence needs to be considered. I suggest that it should be modified like this…\'

\'The source of this sentence is the law of the Great Confucian Sect. You must have remembered it wrongly. You can go back and take a look.\'

\'This idea is not bad. I see that you are studious, but you have to analyze it.\'

…

It was filled with red words.

At the end, he even edited an entire chapter in red.

It could be said that Bai Tao\'s words were completely useless.

"Brother Bai, your calligraphy isn\'t very good…" A young man who knew Bai Tao spoke in a low voice.

It was an exaggeration to say that his standard was not high.

The surrounding people had strange expressions on their faces.

How dare he ask a Great Confucian to critique such an essay?

Bai Tao carefully folded the manuscript and put it into his pocket.

"You don\'t understand."

His expression became calm.

"The talent in teaching varies from person to person. I, Bai Tao, am only at this level. I won\'t force it.

"Today, this Great Confucian annotated my essay. This means that although I\'m bad, I\'m not extremely bad.

"I\'ll take this manuscript back and frame it. It can be passed down for generations.

"In the future, if there are any great scholars among the younger generation of my Bai family, they have to remember this ancestor who has studied hard."

With that, he straightened his clothes and strode forward, his face glowing.

The surrounding people looked at him with their mouths agape.

Oh my god, has he even thought about what will happen in the next few hundred years?

All the carriages and people moved forward, passing through the west gate of the town. After walking for a while, they arrived at the boundless riverbank.

In front of them, water vapor filled the air, and the mist covered water and green willows formed a shady spot.

At this moment, the surface of the water was sparkling. The pleasure boats were rippling with green, red, gold, and purple.

That scene was different from the magnificent Imperial City behind him.

The city was heaven and earth, and the river was the mortal world.

"This is the Yongding River."

Zuo Lin stopped the wagon and spoke softly.

As someone from the Imperial City, he had seen the Yongding River since he was young.

But he had not been here for more than 10 years.

How could a pair of children have the time to come here?

As for Zuo Yulong and Zuo Yuting, they had come here when they were young and did not remember.