Max level Divinity: Summon Eastern Gods at the start of the game

After he finished speaking, things returned to calm, but was Fusu truly at peace inside?

Ying Zheng led the entire Qin Dynasty to its death; how could Fusu not know at that moment?

If it weren't for the Master stopping him, he would have already turned back and attacked.

When Ying Zheng and the Resurrected Sage discussed the Dao, Fusu was watching from below.

But he cannot acknowledge them.

"Further words are useless. Since it's a fight, I'll gladly oblige."

As Fusu spoke, he kept an eye on a certain direction.

It's like they're waiting for something.

Strangely, despite the considerable commotion, not a single Confucian scholar came to disturb them, as if neither Confucius nor the Sage of Rebirth were present.

"This place is too quiet. If we use it for fighting, it might disturb their peace. Let's find another place."

Imma enjoyed the tranquility and didn't want to disturb it.

But as soon as he lifted his foot, he realized that the space was locked.

Even a saint like him could be confined to a small corner of the world.

That spellcaster was undoubtedly a saint, and ridiculously powerful.

Imma wasn't too shocked by this; in fact, she seemed somewhat relaxed.

"It seems you agree with my approach, that's good."

"That's good."

The "you" that Ima spoke of was not the one she was referring to when talking about Fusu.

There was a pair of eyes that had been watching him ever since he entered this world of Confucianism, making him very uncomfortable.

Fusu remained calm, even though he knew he was facing a sage.

But ever since that day, when he was given a death sentence by imperial decree by his father.

He was no longer shocked or afraid of anything.

Although he always knew it was a false imperial edict.

"Thank you, Master, for creating this environment for me."

Fusu cupped his hands to the sky as a gesture of gratitude for the place that had been given him shelter over the years.

All of these things are open and transparent, and are made available to the public.

"What's going on? Weren't we supposed to resurrect our ancestor together?"

"Why did you start fighting right away?"

and also……

Fusu is really handsome, fulfilling everyone's fantasy of a handsome and elegant gentleman.

It is precisely this image that makes people suspicious.

Fusu, can you fight?

Over there, Su Ming searched and searched and finally found this place.

However, he remained silent and watched quietly, for he could clearly sense the presence of the Master.

Suddenly, I remembered that the six volumes of scriptures and the ruler were gone.

I immediately felt ashamed.

As for Ima, Su Ming seemed to have figured out what he was going to do.

Su Ming was unsure whether Fu Su's strength was sufficient to ensure everything proceeded smoothly.

"boom!"

Fusu seemed to have finally met the person he had been waiting for, and withdrew his outward-released divine sense.

The generation of celestial energy can be seen as a challenge to Ima.

"You don't want to say a single unnecessary word, nor do you ask any questions."

Imma considered herself to be a very aloof person, but she didn't expect that Fusu would give off a feeling of having seen through the world. But that's fine too.

"If you can't hold on, I will kill you without hesitation."

"Of course, the fact that I was able to find you means that I think highly of you."

Imma couldn't help but show a tiny bit of goodwill.

After all, his purpose in coming here was not to fight, but he had no choice but to fight.

Only after the fight is over can the next step be taken.

Su Ming kept a close eye on the situation on the field, wanting to protect Fu Su.

Unexpectedly, a true word descended, striking directly at Su Ming's mind.

“Su Ming is not much worse than his father, so there’s no need to worry.”

"But you, without the Six Classics Ruler, are not so handy when you fight."

Su Ming was startled and still wanted to follow the direction of the sound to perform the bow.

Unexpectedly, he was grabbed by a large hand and brought to the edge of the Zhu Terrace.

The person before me is none other than Confucius, the teacher of all ages.

But now he had two more things in his hands: the six volumes of scriptures that had been broken and then rebuilt, and a ruler.

"Su Ming greets the Master," he said, and was about to apologize.

Unexpectedly, the teacher spoke up himself: "Su Ming, you've suffered these past few days. I think you understand some things. As long as you come to me, I can guarantee your safety. As for what happens outside..."

Even the Master was powerless to help.

He could help, but if it really came down to getting involved, it wouldn't be the Master's place; that's why he became an observer.

"Master, you are too kind. The trouble originated from me, so I should bear the consequences alone."

The Master declined to comment further on this matter.

He then handed the repaired Six Classics and the ruler back to Su Ming.

“No one can destroy what belongs to me unless I want it to.” Then the Master turned to look at Ima.

"You should thank him. He's clearly someone who doesn't want to do this, but it was he who pushed this thing forward."

Su Ming didn't quite understand.

But after thinking about it, aren't there many things in this world that I can't understand?

Imma discovered Ying Zheng in him and changed her attitude.

Perhaps it was all preordained, and Imma's passing was the key to driving this process forward.

Because of Su Ming's Eye of Foresight, he could see it again.

That area was a world unto itself, where, as the sunlight dissipated, dense streams of air, in all their vibrant colors, were revealed.

When Imma raised her hand, it vanished into nothingness in an instant.

"The abilities of all those of high rank in the world cannot escape my eyes, but they have been unexpected in your case."

"I'm very curious, what exactly is your ability?"

Ima still didn't want to make a move, after all, he had already become a saint, and Fusu could never defeat him.

So I want to ask for clarification before I say anything.

Fusu didn't hide anything and said seriously, "My ability is,"

"A lament."

"A lament?" Imma didn't understand, and sure enough, it was.

A mournful cry soon echoed from the void, not just from those who were in disarray.

It also disrupts all order in the world.

Even the holy aura emanating from Imma was affected and became disordered.

But Ima was very dissatisfied with this, and said coldly, "The bloodline is correct, but if that's all, you can't withstand my power."

"Then let me develop it properly for you."