Supreme Saint Of World

Chen Fan's eyes shone with a shocking light, and he couldn't help but feel a little confident!    

Feeling the thoughts in his heart, Chen Fan didn't hesitate and stepped into the current world. He entered a world he hadn't experienced in a long time.    

"For those who have passed away, it is true that they did not give up their days and nights. This Dao Body is also true! "The luck of the heavens is endless, the days go by, the months go by, the cold goes by, the summer comes by, the water does not stop, the living does not stop, everything goes on and on with the Dao as its body, it travels day and night, perhaps it has also …"    

For a time, Chen Fan felt the world spinning around him. He could hear the sounds of scriptures being chanted in his ears, and then he suddenly received a heavy blow on his head, and his entire body shot up from his seat.    

The scene in front of him, was no longer the sculpture's space from before, but the inside of the academy. The person standing in front of him, was the most learned scholar in the entire nation, Su Zimo!    

Su Zimo, dressed in a long white robe, looked like a middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. His eyes seemed to contain thousands of classic scrolls and his chest seemed to be filled with ink. Explain to me the reason why I just spoke of it! "    

Looking at Su Zimo in front of him, great waves suddenly rose up in Chen Fan's heart. There was no other reason but that the Su Zimo in front of him was actually the exact same as the sculpture outside the space!    

Seeing this person, great waves of shock surged through Chen Fan's heart, but he still took a deep breath and slowly calmed himself down. He said, "Mister's meaning is that your life is short and your path is endless. You need to spend a limited amount of time pursuing the endless path!"    

"You're right. In the future, you should listen to what you have to say seriously. Don't get distracted!"    

Su Zimo looked at Chen Fan, his eyes revealing a happy smile. He raised the ruler in his hand and lightly tapped Chen Fan's head, hitting him three times consecutively. Then, he turned around and walked in the other direction of the classroom to continue his lecture.    

As Su Zimo left, Chen Fan's forehead was covered in sweat. He slowly returned to his seat and revealed a bewildered expression as he thought to himself, "This Su Zimo is undoubtedly the person carved outside!" But could this Concept space also be considered the arrangement of Nan Tongtian? "    

Around him, there were close to ten disciples attentively listening to his lecture. Among them, there were some from famous families, and there were also some guards for the sect. Regardless of the rank, they all had faces filled with desire as they looked at Su Zimo, their eyes flickering with a fiery light.    

Chen Fan actually knew all of these people. They were all geniuses who had left behind in the Southern Wasteland Divine Hall to comprehend the concept, yet they were all gathered here right now!    

Amongst these people, Chen Fan could see that he was silent. Right now, he was dressed in his general's armor, his scarlet eyes staring intently at Su Zimo, and a spark of light appeared in his eyes. His messy hair was tied up well, revealing a rough and handsome face.    

Seeing the silence, Chen Fan immediately revealed a smile and greeted him. Who would have thought that when the latter saw him, he would act as if he didn't know him. Instead, he fiercely glared at him and continued to listen to Su Zimo's lecture.    

Such a strange scene caused Chen Fan to have a bad premonition. In the other parts of the sculpture space, different spaces contained the aura of a domain, but in here, Chen Fan didn't sense any aura. In other spaces, cultivators could preserve their own memories, but in here, there were other cultivators who didn't recognize him.    

Just as Chen Fan was lamenting in his heart, Su Zimo, who was at the front, stopped lecturing. Then, his pitch-black eyes glanced at Chen Fan, revealing a profound expression.    

When the other cultivators heard this, they respectfully walked outside without a trace of dissatisfaction on their faces.    

With a cold expression, he walked towards Su Zimo and coldly said, "I don't feel any concept in this space. It seems like the problem is with you. If I kill you, I should be able to walk out of this illusion!"    

As he spoke, Chen Fan's eyebrows moved slightly. He was just about to use his Innate Eyes to kill the Su Zimo in front of him, but at this moment, Chen Fan suddenly realized that his forehead was empty. He was actually unable to activate his Innate Eyes.    

With this touch, Chen Fan instantly discovered that the spot between his eyebrows was glowing with incomparable brilliance. The vertical pupil that originally existed on his forehead seemed to have never appeared before.    

"This is impossible!"    

Within his body, the four soul embryos that were originally standing there had already disappeared without a trace. Not only that, the bones and tendons that had disappeared due to his cultivation had returned, and bright red blood was flowing within his body, bringing with it a scalding heat. Everything was so familiar and unfamiliar to him!    

Feeling the changes in his body, Chen Fan's expression changed. At the same time, he called out to Blacky in his mind, but his mind was still empty. There was no sign of Blacky anywhere.    

At this moment, Chen Fan's body and mind finally started trembling. His two black eyes that contained the life and death of the universe looked at Su Zimo, and he coldly asked, "What the hell are you doing?"    

Hearing that, Su Zimo looked at Chen Fan, smiled indifferently, and said, "What is it? But I know you're too impatient, so we can sit down and have a nice chat! "    

"There's nothing much to talk about, remove your sacred art!"    

Chen Fan stared at Su Zimo as his eyes flashed with a cold light. At the same time, he was using his domain, but he discovered that his domain, which had originally been in the air around him, was now sealed by an invisible force.    

"Sigh, I've heard that you're too impatient. Sit down!"    

Su Zimo's black eyes stared at Chen Fan. It seemed as if there was no difference, but he also seemed to have understood everything as he slowly spoke.    

As he spoke, a vast wave of righteous aura spread out from Su Zimo's body. Chen Fan was pushed straight to his seat, his eyes filled with shock.    

There was no other reason. The power he felt from Su Zimo did not belong to any kind of concept, but rather came from some kind of mysterious power, Righteous Qi. There really was such an aura in the world, without actually cultivating, without turning into a Concept, it could have mystical powers!    

After pushing Chen Fan down, Su Zimo placed a copy of 'Moderation' in front of Chen Fan from his desk and said, "Take a look at this book. After you're done reading, tell me what you think!"    

Looking at the thread bound book in front of him, Chen Fan's eyes were filled with confusion. To ask a Spirit Severing cultivator like him to read a book … Chen Fan was a bit confused by what Su Zimo was thinking.    

Even though he didn't understand it, Chen Fan still copied it and flipped open the first page of the book. This book was exactly the same as the book in the Confucian classics from his previous life.    

For a moment, Chen Fan's heart felt like it was being churned. He looked up in shock and found that Su Zi Mo had already left!