“Hand can pluck the stars.”

　　With almost no hesitation, Charles Baker carved the second line, his strength even, the strokes flowing smoothly, showing no sign of strain.

　　“Ah, this next line is brilliant, what an artistic conception.”

　　Master Yanshan clapped his hands in praise. This line was not just excellent in wording, but represented a great breakthrough in artistic conception.

　　Susan Grant's beautiful eyes flashed repeatedly, as if she no longer recognized Charles Baker.

　　“It seems to be written quite well.”

　　“Interesting.”

　　“……” The younger generation of the Gong family lacked literary cultivation; they just felt these two lines were good, but couldn’t tell exactly why or in what way.

　　“Dare not speak aloud.”

　　Charles Baker immediately wrote the third line.

　　“Dare not speak aloud—this line is a bit strange, it doesn’t seem to have any connection with the sacred diagram on the stele.”

　　Master Yanshan looked at the third line written by Charles Baker with some confusion, not understanding the purpose behind it.

　　“This line is indeed lacking, but the first two lines are already excellent. Young Master Baker has done his best.”

　　Master Blackriver said from the side.

　　“It’s more than just lacking—I think it’s completely nonsensical, totally off-topic.”

　　Michael Carter said with a pout.

　　After all, Michael Carter was still young at heart. He had just obtained the Azure Lotus True Fate Dao Seal today and should have been the center of attention, but unexpectedly, Charles Baker had stolen the spotlight, leaving him naturally displeased.

　　“Su Jun, what do you think?”

　　Master Yanshan ignored Michael Carter and looked at Susan Grant.

　　Susan Grant's beautiful eyes rested on Charles Baker, and she softly said, “This line seems unrelated to the sacred diagram above, but somehow it also feels connected. I can’t quite say how.”

　　Master Yanshan nodded, “I feel the same, but I can’t figure out how this line relates to the sacred diagram. We’ll have to see what he writes next.”

　　While they were talking, Charles Baker had already written the final line.

　　After reading the last line, both Master Blackriver and Master Yanshan couldn’t help but exclaim, “Ah!”

　　“Afraid to startle those in heaven…

　　This line…” Megan Grant stared wide-eyed at this line on the Sacred Dao Stele, unable to finish her sentence for a long time.

　　“This line is simply a stroke of genius.

　　Dare not speak aloud, afraid to startle those in heaven.

　　So that’s it…

　　So that’s it…

　　So the purpose of the third line was here. At first glance, the last two lines seem unrelated to the sacred diagram, but they echo and connect with the first two, making the entire scene of the sacred diagram leap vividly onto the paper. It’s original, ingenious, breaking through the limitations of the sacred diagram itself, elevating the artistic realm to a higher level. Truly a rare and excellent poem, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.”

　　Master Yanshan clapped his hands in praise, saying “wonderful” three times in a row, voicing exactly what Megan Grant was thinking.

　　Although the younger generation of the Gong family in the Scholar’s Garden didn’t understand just how good this poem was, the starlight flickering on the four lines of the Sacred Dao Stele told them this was definitely a great poem—one that would be passed down for generations, renowned for centuries. Otherwise, it could never have triggered the power of the Dao within the sacred stele.

　　“It really succeeded!”

　　Almost everyone stared at the Sacred Dao Stele in disbelief, unable to speak, just dumbfoundedly gazing at the four lines of poetry now shining as bright as the aurora, with only this thought left in their minds.

　　On the Sacred Dao Stele, the profound rhythm of the Dao resounded. The blackness of the stele spread like ink dropped in water, quickly dyeing the surrounding space black. In the blink of an eye, the entire area of Qingyun City for dozens of miles was shrouded in darkness. Just moments ago, it had been a clear, cloudless day, but now night had fallen, and one could barely see their own hand in front of their face.

　　The many powerful members of the Gong family who had been in the True Person Garden all turned pale, not knowing what had happened. Looking up toward the Scholar’s Garden where the Dao rhythm came from, they saw a beam of aurora shooting up from the garden, as if a sword splitting the night sky.

　　Where the aurora split the darkness, a faintly discernible towering figure appeared. From its mouth came a divine sound like great bells and chimes, each word transforming into dazzling blossoms of sound, falling toward the Scholar’s Garden like heavenly maidens scattering flowers.

　　Shocked, the Gong family’s many experts all flew toward the Scholar’s Garden. From afar, they saw a man in blue standing amidst the falling flowers, each petal merging into his body, graceful as an immortal descending to the mortal world.

Chapter 6: The Ancient Emperor of Ten Directions

　　“At noon, it suddenly turned dark and then there was a pillar of light—what on earth happened?

　　Could it be that the demonic path is launching a massive attack on our Qingyun City?”

　　“What do you mean, demonic path invasion? Don’t you know?

　　That was a phenomenon caused by someone in the Gong family obtaining a Saint-grade True Fate Dao Seal.”

　　“The Gong family produced a Saint-grade scholar?

　　That can’t be, right?

　　Wasn’t it said that no one could break the Gong family’s Saint-grade Sacred Dao Stele?”

　　“How is it impossible? Someone just broke it! Many in the Gong family witnessed it with their own eyes—there’s no mistake.”

　　“It really happened? Who broke the Saint-grade Sacred Dao Stele?

　　Could it be Miss Susan?

　　No, that can’t be. Miss Susan has long been a scholar.”