Chapter 136: Great Dao Poetry — Ode to the Gallant

Every Literature Dao prodigy who witnessed this scene was filled with doubt, suspecting they had seen wrong.

These were natural disasters twisted into monsters, yet they were actually afraid—this was simply too unreasonable!

They felt this must be a collective hallucination.

But while everyone else thought it was an illusion, only Huangfu Xiu, who was surrounded by the disasters, did not think so.

Because just a moment ago, he had been on the verge of being completely swallowed by the power of these disasters, losing all his knowledge and memories; yet at that very instant, the disasters seemed to suffer some kind of suppression, unable to move even an inch.

Huangfu Xiu dared not hesitate; he immediately seized this opportunity to flee back into the besieged city formed by the poems and essays, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Just a moment ago, he had thought he was going to die; he never expected such a turn of events.

"What on earth is going on with these disasters?"

Huangfu Xiu was filled with confusion, but he soon learned the reason.

Because within his field of vision, a familiar figure appeared.

"Han Yu?"

His heart trembled, and among the other Literature Dao cultivators, those from the Xuehai were also shaken, their faces then revealing joy.

"It's our benefactor!"

"I knew it! Aside from our benefactor, who else could possess such power, suppressing all the disasters with a single move so they couldn't move a muscle!"

"He is truly worthy of being the benefactor who can create Great Dao poetry at will!"

Having just experienced life and death, those cultivators could no longer care about their previous mutual agreement. Of course, it was also possible they were influenced by the disasters; they had almost forgotten that matter, remembering only that Han Yu was incredibly formidable and had taught them Great Dao poetry.

It is worth mentioning that while they had forgotten more or less all the knowledge they had previously learned, the Great Dao poetry taught by Han Yu showed no signs of fading.

The power of those disasters seemed completely unable to affect the Great Dao poetry!

Hearing the conversation of those cultivators, Huangfu Xiu was suddenly enlightened.

"No wonder, no wonder! I said it was strange for a mysterious senior to appear in this Literature Dao domain for no reason. I didn't expect it to be Han Yu. No wonder he dared to provoke the will of the King Realm battlefield; it turns out he is completely different from us. He is not a trial-taker; he is definitely one of those experts wandering the myriad worlds!"

Huangfu Xiu's heart became even more resolute. He dared not hesitate and immediately bowed from afar toward Han Yu.

"Many thanks to Senior Han for saving my life!"

The other Literature Dao cultivators also bowed one after another, thanking Han Yu for his intervention and life-saving grace.

Han Yu did not speak much with them; his Divine Sense power had already suppressed the two types of disasters from the Book Mountain and the Xuehai.

Fortunately, although the abilities of these two disasters were unique, their essence was still something that could affect spiritual power and soul bodies. Han Yu's Divine Sense was formidable, and with the blessing of Vast Righteous Qi, he could easily suppress them.

However, while suppressing them was easy, if he wanted to eradicate them, he would have to prescribe the right medicine.

If he only used Vast Righteous Qi, the consumption for Han Yu after eradicating these disasters would inevitably be significant.

Rather than that, Han Yu would rather spend some time thinking about how to eradicate them at the lowest cost.

Han Yu's gaze rested on the besieged city forged by the Literature Dao cultivators. Countless characters flowed within it, and the power constructing its skeleton was precisely the "Hardships of the Journey" he had copied earlier. In this world, this was a piece of Great Dao poetry that could trigger resonance with the Great Dao.

And Han Yu had just discovered that these Great Dao poems could suppress or even eradicate disasters!

The disasters dared not charge head-on and could only slowly erode other parts of the besieged city. If not for the skeleton constructed by these Great Dao poems, the city would likely have been breached long ago.

Han Yu also discovered one thing: as this Great Dao poem was recited, a poetry star in his Ni Wan Gong world became increasingly bright.

This poetry star had formed after he copied "Hardships of the Journey." At first, Han Yu hadn't paid it much mind, but now, as it grew brighter, Han Yu found that this thing was quite useful.

It not only amplified the Literature Dao methods Han Yu used but also accelerated the recovery speed of his Vast Righteous Qi, and as the star's light shone, it was automatically tempering his Vast Righteous Qi at every moment.

"Since these famous masterpieces from my previous life are useful, I will copy a few more."

Thinking this, Han Yu began to search his memory for famous works he knew from his past life.

He did not know many poems and songs, but every single one was a masterpiece for the ages.

Han Yu had just seen Huangfu Xiu summon a killing poem to attack the disasters, so now, the first thing that came to his mind was that killing poem by Li Taibai.

"Ten steps to kill one man, a thousand li without leaving a trace."

"After the deed, brush off clothes and go, hiding deep one's body and name."

Without a word, he immediately summoned brush and ink and began writing in the air. Large characters took shape one by one.

Han Yu's original calligraphy level was outrageously poor, but fortunately, he had the thousand-year experience of his Painting Dao avatar. Painting Dao and Calligraphy Dao shared the same principles; his Painting Dao level was superb, so his Calligraphy Dao level was not bad either.

Thus, this display of dragon-flying and phoenix-dancing characters did not disgrace the poem. When writing this "Ode to the Gallant," Han Yu did not care whether the allusions in the poem existed in this world; he simply wrote it all out, maintaining its original flavor.

Boom—

As the poem was written, a Great Dao roar echoed incessantly in their ears. Rolling killing intent swept across ten thousand li, enveloping all living beings in this area.

Upon feeling the killing intent and gallantry within this poem, all the Literature Dao cultivators felt a shock in their hearts. Among them, the one most deeply shaken was undoubtedly Huangfu Xiu.

He himself had entered the Killing Dao through the Literature Dao and was a murderous Confucian General. But Huangfu Xiu had always felt that something was missing from his Great Dao. After seeing the poem Han Yu copied, he finally understood what he was lacking.

What was missing was that spirit of gallantry!

His Killing Dao and Literature Dao both lacked a foundation. Although the two assisted each other, making his killing power comparable to a Military Dao prodigy, the Killing Dao and Literature Dao had not truly fused.

Huangfu Xiu earnestly contemplated this poem, feeling that spirit of gallantry, and felt his heart and mind suddenly refreshed, as if he had received a divine revelation; the path ahead was already a smooth road.

"From now on, I, Huangfu Xiu, will take gallantry as the core to connect killing intent and literary spirit, and become a Literature Dao gallant!"

He pondered in his heart. This Great Dao poem seemed tailor-made for him, pointing him toward a Great Dao that reached the heavens.

Under the guidance of this Great Dao poem, his future achievements would definitely not stop at the Emperor Realm! ===== CHAPTER 137 =====