Su Changqing was glowing all over.
The vast expanse of the world around was shrouded in a majestic Hao Ran spirit.
A towering figure emerged behind him, slowly appearing.
That figure wore a moon-white long robe, tall and elegant, holding the sacred book in one hand while the other was behind his back, his gentle gaze overlooking the heavens and earth.
Seeing that illusory figure, everyone present erupted instantly!
"The Wen Emperor! My heavens! That's the phantom of the Wen Emperor!"
"Even the Wen Emperor has appeared! What kind of terrifying constitution is this?"
"Hahaha! No matter what constitution it is, we have hope for victory!"
The uproar resonated through the sky, and all the humans present showed expressions of excitement.
Great Emperor!
Even if it was just a phantom, it was enough to make everyone's heart tremble.
Especially the Confucian prodigies present, each was too excited to contain themselves, their eyes burning as if to melt everything.
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