Number One of the Nine Sects, Nine Bells Toll

In the Northern Region, under the snowy mountains.

Golden words blotted out the sky!

The might of a Confucian Grandmaster shook the world and resonated with the mountains and rivers!

A word could cover a day, and a poem could break a world!

On Han Muye's body, the purple aura of hope collided with the golden Great Spirit Qi, guiding the words in the sky and turning into a vigorous literary aura.

Not only was this poem extremely powerful, but its literary aura was also vast and mighty.

Such a poem had appeared in the Northern Region. If it was in the Central Continent now, the entire world would probably be filled with literary aura.

The Northern Region's literary aura was turbulent, as if it was about to break through the barrier of heaven and earth and fuse with the Central Continent.

"The Grandmaster has made his move?" In the Central Continent, Minister Wen stopped writing and looked towards the north.