I, Ye Chen, turned out to be a top expert

"Boom!"

At that moment, the sky above the Confucian Temple roared with rumbling thunder. Countless ethereal thunder powers descended. The terrifying ethereal thunder fell, and in an instant, the sky above the Confucian Temple became a sea of ​​​​empty thunder. Within that sea of ​​thunder, a golden carp was tumbling. This sea of ​​thunder was extremely terrifying, but the golden carp seemed very happy, playing in the waves.

"The suppression of luck has disappeared, disappeared, and the way of literature has revived."

A group of old scholars in the Confucian Temple looked at the golden carp rolling in the sea of ​​thunder, with a touch of joy in their eyes and tears streaming down their faces. They had been waiting for this for countless years.

"Boom!"

The void divine thunder in the sky is becoming more and more terrifying.

"Roar!"

The golden carp tumbling in the sea of ​​thunder suddenly let out a startling dragon roar, and its body grew rapidly, soon becoming hundreds of meters long and began to transform into a dragon.

In the blink of an eye, a majestic dragon appeared above the Confucian Temple.

"Good luck is like a dragon, great!"

The golden carp represents the fortune of the Confucian Temple. In ancient times, the power of the Confucian Temple's fortune was the dragon.

Before everyone could cheer, the next moment the dragon of luck suddenly took off into the air and flew away into the distance.

"What happened? Why did the luck leave? Is it related to the previous vision? Or is it that the literature has revived, not in the Central Region, but somewhere else?" A group of old scholars were stunned for a moment, and then they urged their literary soldiers one by one, soared into the air, and followed the dragon of luck.

There are many kinds of literary weapons, including sword, zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, pen, inkstone...

"Look, what is that..."

"Are my eyes blurry?"

In a forbidden area, a powerful man watched the Confucian scholars in the Confucian Temple driving the literary soldiers away. They were stunned and felt their eyes melted, because the Confucian Temple had been imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, and it suddenly appeared now. The people in this forbidden area had disbelief in their eyes. That was the formation arranged by the Immortal King Xiaoyao himself. Above the Confucian Temple, the Immortal King Xiaoyao also left an extremely powerful immortal-grade divine text "Tribulation". There was not even a fairy in the Confucian Temple, so how could they break the seal and come out? So everyone who saw it felt that they were hallucinating and it was not real.

"Palace Master, did you sense it?" A beautiful woman beside the Lord of the Forbidden Land said solemnly. She looked young, but her eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, which did not seem to belong to this era.

"The Confucian Temple has broken its seal. This defies common sense. What exactly happened?" A look of fear crossed the Lord of the Forbidden Land's eyes. As the Lord of the Forbidden Land, he was naturally an ancient being, having lived countless ages. He had witnessed the Confucian Temple being sealed, and even witnessed the Immortal Realm's Free and Easy Immortal King personally take action. A seal set by a being of that level could not be broken even by beings of their level, even if all the people of the Central Realm were combined. But now that the Confucian Temple had broken its seal, a look of shock crossed the Lord of the Forbidden Land's eyes.

He really couldn't understand why this happened, because it didn't go against common sense. Logically, the seal would not have been lifted unless the Immortal King Xiaoyao took action, because this continent was sealed and no one could become an immortal. Who could lift the seal? No one had the ability to do so.

"Pavilion Master, the Confucian Temple has been unsealed!"

Yin Pavilion, Wang Xuanyin stood behind Zhao Yin and said in shock.

Wang Xuanyin followed Zhao Yin in practicing, and she had made great progress in the past few days. She also got countless secrets from Zhao Yin and learned about countless ancient things, including the Confucian Temple. However, she did not expect that the Confucian Temple would be unsealed today, and those old Confucian scholars actually rode away one by one on their literary soldiers, and did not stay in the Confucian Temple. The Confucian Temple was the place of their spiritual belief. They would rather die in it than leave it back then, but now they have left. Could it be that they have been scared out of their spiritual faith for thousands of years?

"They are chasing the power of destiny of the Confucian Temple. How is this possible?"

"Why is the Dragon of Fortune of the Confucian Temple leaving?"

At this moment, Zhao Yin also frowned, completely unable to figure it out. He was too lazy to even find out how to unlock the seal. Instead, he stared at the people in the Confucian Temple as they left.

"Ok?"

"Where, isn't it the direction of the Southern Region?"

"Could it be that they are going to the Southern Region? The seal has been lifted. Did the young master take action?" At this moment, Zhao Yin suddenly thought of Ye Chen, and couldn't help but shudder. Zhao Yin had great faith in Ye Chen. The Black Sun Immortal beside the Immortal King Xiaoyao had surrendered. It was obvious that between the Immortal King Xiaoyao and Ye Chen, the Black Sun Immortal had chosen Ye Chen. This meant that Ye Chen was a more terrifying existence than the Immortal King Xiaoyao. It was naturally not difficult for him to break the seal set by the Immortal King Xiaoyao.

"Pavilion Master, that is indeed the direction to the Southern Region. Could it be that these people went to the Southern Region to look for the young master?" Wang Xuanyin, who was standing aside, felt a sudden thunderclap in her mind after hearing Zhao Yin's words. At this moment, she finally figured it out. Ye Chen had been in the Jixia Academy, and he must have practiced literature. It made sense when these people went to pay him a visit.

"Come on, let's follow up and take a look!"

Zhao Yin waved his hand, put away the zither in front of him, and followed with Bu Xuanyin.

"This direction is the southern region of the desolate land. I didn't expect that the dragon of luck would go to the southern region. Could it be that a saint was born in the southern region? But the southern region is extremely decayed, it is impossible for a saint to appear." The people in the Confucian Temple who followed the dragon of luck were all puzzled at this moment.

Soon, everyone arrived in the Southern Region.

"Roar!"

The lucky dragon above the clouds roared again, and the roar was filled with excitement.

After a dragon roar, it continued to break through the air.

"Ok?"

"That's strange, that's not where the young master is!"

Zhao Yin and Wang Xuanyin, who were following behind him, were shocked at this moment and began to doubt themselves. Could it be that their guess was wrong?

"Let's go and see what happened."

Zhao Yin pondered for a moment, then continued to break through the air and catch up. Now Zhao Yin's strength has improved, and it is not difficult for him to catch up with the people in the Confucian Temple.

"Master, isn't this the territory of the Tang Dynasty? Why is it different from last time?" Wang Xuanyin looked at the mountains and rivers below and frowned.

"Ok?"

"Wasn't this place destroyed by the Plague Immortal?"

"Why is it like this? Could someone have done something to me?" Zhao Yin finally reacted and his expression changed.

But there was no time to delve into it at the moment, so I could only continue to follow the people in the Confucian Temple.

Soon, everyone in the Wenmiao Temple followed the Wenmiao's lucky dragon and arrived in front of the space-time rift that originally led to the battlefield outside the domain.