Chapter 792

It's just a matter of holding on, just holding on to the last breath, and they have to outlast these three old things, Yu Mo and the others.

The idea was the same as Ancestor Yuanshan's, unfortunately, the idea was very beautiful, but the reality was very skinny.

Everything looked very calm, but in reality, it was surging with undercurrents.

Especially since the ancestors of both the Dao Yi Sect and the Qingyun Sect had appeared at the Dongwen Academy, this made the Dongwen Poetry Gathering appear even more grand.

Some people who originally didn't plan to come had rushed to the Dongwen Academy because of the ancestors of the two families.

As a result, the already bustling Confucian Shengcheng became overcrowded for a time, and inns and the like were even more out of the question, all fully booked.

Many cultivators had no choice but to stay outside the city. Those with Spirit Cities were better off, while those loose cultivators without Spirit Cities even had to sleep in the open.

Without a doubt, the scale of this Dongwen Poetry Gathering was clearly far beyond previous years.

And on this day, the highly anticipated Dongwen Poetry Gathering finally began. After eating breakfast early in the morning,

Facing Qi Xiong led everyone toward the Confucian Shengcheng.

Of course, it was impossible for everyone to go.

It was just Yu Mo and the other two, Facing Qi Xiong, Hong Zun and the other Junior Brothers, as well as personal disciples like Xu Jie and Zhao Zhengping, and some inner sect disciples.

The total number of people was only about a hundred, while the others remained in the Lingcheng.

Walking along the way, many cultivators stopped from afar, and their gazes naturally fell mostly on Yu Mo and the other two.

As Great Saint ancestors, it was almost impossible to see them in ordinary times.

After all, in ordinary times, the strongest people on the surface of the Eastern Continent were at the Saint Realm, while the Great Saints were all slumbering to preserve their lifespan.

"These are the three Great Saint ancestors of the Dao Yi Sect."

"Isn't it said that they don't have much lifespan left? Why does it look completely different to me?"

"Who knows, anyway, that's what everyone says."

"What do you understand? The means of the Great Saint Realm are not something we can speculate about. Looking good doesn't mean they are really good."

"That's true."

Arriving at the city gate, Chen Qingyu and the two ancestors, as well as a group of Qingyun Sect and Dongwen Academy powerhouses, were waiting here.

And seeing the group walking over, the two Qingyun Sect ancestors became even more confused.

Why, after not seeing them for a few days, did Yu Mo and the other two look a few years younger, and the death energy on their bodies had weakened again.

Although it wasn't much, just a sliver, but this was also absurdly outrageous, okay.

Look at them, in the same few days, the death energy around their bodies had become a bit denser; this was completely two extremes.

Others were becoming younger the longer they lived, while they were becoming worse the longer they lived.

"Eh, you two are still here? Are you really not going back into seclusion?"

Also seeing the two, Yu Mo and the other two frowned. Are they really planning to go all the way to the dark?

How many days have they been staying in the Confucian Shengcheng? Still not going back into seclusion, did they give up? Preparing to have a good indulgence in the last moments of their lives?

But even if they want to indulge, you should go out and walk around and see things, why are you wasting time in this Confucian Shengcheng? Just waiting to die? Even going to a brothel to listen to a tune would be better than this. ===== CHAPTER 793 =====