Chapter 777 - 369: Fatal Strike

Chapter 777: Chapter 369: Fatal Strike

At exactly nine o’clock in the morning, the sky was still misty and gray. Perhaps due to the concentration of people, the cold was not so biting.

In the academy, Ji Mingyue had arrived. In a corner here, no one was special, and there wasn’t any special spot allotted. Ella and Celestia were also present. They had experienced many lectures, but never one like this.

Li Xin and Xueyin were in a corner. It was noticeable that Xueyin was a bit nervous. "Ah Xin, do you think the headmaster can manage?"

"I don’t know," Li Xin said. "I really don’t know."

If it were just a hundred or so people, the Celestial Principle School might have been able to handle it with effort, but tens of thousands of people—no way. If it were possible, the Moon God’s Court would have done it long ago, gaining countless followers overnight. One could say that no one could shake the Moon God’s Court’s position in Dragon Capital.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bells, the lecture began.

"Several decades ago, a Li Long person named Luthor introduced advanced thoughts into the distant Moncalleta. Before this, the Celestial Principle School was just a small, confused sect, constantly seeking innovative ideas and looking for ways to improve people’s lives... After embracing Luthor’s thoughts, our world opened up, leading to the emergence of the real Celestial Principle School. However, the path was difficult, and after growth, we found the journey even more arduous,... however, a new era always brings new solutions, and then a saint descended from Heaven!"

Mordo hovered in the air, exuding a powerful spiritual ability; it was the aura of an Angel Peak. His voice spread continually from the center of the Celestial Principle School, and even those far away could hear him clearly. People in the distance could vaguely see a glowing figure in the sky, and at this moment, that figure was everyone’s hope.

With Mordo’s narration, people temporarily forgot their surroundings, forgot their ailments - a saint?

"The saint taught us that the heart is reason~~~

Taught us the unity of knowledge and action~~~

Taught us to reach conscience~~~

With every core teaching uttered, everyone felt a certain power breeding in their hearts. There was no lengthy explanation. This was the Holy Word emanating from faith and hidden power.

Inside Celestial Principle Academy, and among the scholars maintaining order outside, everyone put their hands together and followed in unison:

The heart is reason~~~

The unity of knowledge and action~~~

To reach conscience~~~

This was something to be read, understood, and discussed every day, but today, looking at everything around, there was an unbidden understanding, and a constant surge of power arose in their hearts.

Mordo then slowly narrated the Five Questions of Celestial Reason, and time ticked away second by second...

"Interesting, an Angel Peak is burning himself," a Porcelain Doll laughed on a distant rooftop. "Isn’t this just like trying to save a frozen person with a matchstick."

A clown was beside him, watching everything quietly without joining in.

"Lord Chou, aren’t you usually lively and chatty? Don’t always let me play a one-man show!" The Porcelain Doll pouted, "Or do you really think they can succeed?"

"Absolutely not possible. His cultivation is far from sufficient," the clown said... He had just seen the girl in the crowd who gave him a flower—the only friend he had, who turned out to be someone from the Celestial Principle School and held a high rank.

The Porcelain Doll nodded, knowing Lord Chou, a Life Master by path, made judgments that were infallible. Such acts of depleting cultivation only wore oneself out and were useless except for showing off. Only someone like Mordo, at the Angel Peak state, would be so reckless. With increased wear, he would suffer the consequences.

The lecture reached a climax. The scholars of the Celestial Principle School had heard many things, but the atmosphere was different, the feelings were different. After experiencing this disaster, from battling the Blood Demon to reconstruction and healing post-disaster, they were so busy they forgot where they were, forgetting to think, but guided by this atmosphere, all insights returned.

Everyone looked at Mordo in the sky; this was their headmaster.

"You Celestial Principle School folks are always engaged in some fanciful nonsense, talking about unity of knowledge and action and such absurdities that we don’t understand. What can you really do?"

An abrupt, deep voice pierced the sky, directed at Mordo.

Instantly, heaven and earth went silent, and everyone was awakened from the lecture atmosphere. They realized they were here for something, yet, after all this, most still didn’t know the true purpose, merely drawn by the atmosphere of hidden power.

Inside Celestial Principle Academy, everyone focused their attention on Mordo. If Mordo couldn’t provide an answer, all wish power would backfire, and his foundational divine path would collapse. The person speaking was vicious, speaking more would only seem more deceitful in front of countless yearning to be saved.

Mordo’s voice resounded, unhurried yet clear:

To establish a heart for heaven and earth,

To create life for the populace,

To perpetuate the sacred teachings of the past,

To open peace for all future generations!

In the Celestial Principle Academy, scholars from Beijing and students from the Canon Law School fell into deep thought. Seeds buried deep within their hearts suddenly sprouted, quickly growing and flourishing to become towering trees.

The eyes of the Beijing scholars and Canon Law School students burned with intense light. Some Celestial Principle Academy scholars were already in tears, their spiritual ability burning uncontrollably, emotions frenzied. They studied celestial principles but often felt lost, unsure of what to do or how to proceed. The unity of knowledge and action was not their belief—what was their belief?

As their confusion gradually cleared, the clarity turned into fervor. This was Beijing culture, the core of Beijing people, and their heart’s desire—this is what they pursued!

At the same time, the pure and surging wish power from Celestial scholars and Canon Law School students continuously poured into Mordo. This was the most pure impact brought by moments of enlightenment, accompanied by golden light shining brightly. Mordo advanced to a Great Angel, spreading enormous golden wings.

Witnessing miracles, the scholars of the Celestial Principle School became even more excited and enthusiastic.

Unlike the frenzied heat of the Celestial Principle scholars, most ordinary people were dazed. They sensed something good had happened, something very impressive, but such miracles hadn’t occurred for them personally, and their bodies still felt very pained and cold.

A sneer rang out, sharp and clear, piercing the sky, "Flowery rhetoric, anyone can talk pretty. What about saving people? Who has been saved? No one has been saved, yet you’ve seized everyone’s wish power and life force to elevate yourself to a Great Angel, seeking attention and harming the populace. What nonsense about creating life for the populace—isn’t this about sacrificing the lives of the people? You’re just a bunch of naked liars, heretics!"

The abrupt, deeply soul-piercing voice resounded once more.

These words poured over everyone like a basin of cold water, especially those afflicted with the plague. People awoke from the concentrated secretive atmosphere, found their pain had worsened, and the sound of coughing filled the air.

The Night Patrol tried to locate the speaker, but no one could find them.

"Piu, a fatal blow. Lord Creator always finds innovative ways in striking the heart while killing," the Porcelain Doll licked a sugar-coated hawthorn and dangled her legs, making a Hex Gun shape with her right hand, "The Celestial Principle School is finished. They might just be torn apart by an angry crowd of refugees."