Boom!
On the celestial canopy of the world.
Wen Moke's expression changed slightly. Before he could react, he was struck by a vast and majestic force, spitting blood as he fell into the starry sky.
Above his head, a hundred book spirits were all shattered.
The dragon formed from the immense literary energy was also decapitated, turning into countless points of light in the sky.
"Failed?"
Hundreds of miles away, Wen Moke lay in the starry sky, his beard stained red with blood, but he did not wipe it off, his eyes showing some confusion.
The orthodoxy created by the Literary Ancestor was actually defeated by the New Dao?
Was Dong Zhongshu too strong?
Or was there an inherent flaw in the Literary Ancestor's orthodoxy?
"Do you want to know why you lost?"
Dong Zhongshu retracted his momentum and calmly asked.
