After crossing the threshold, his eyes suddenly opened up. Chen Shaojun raised his eyes and saw at a glance a tall statue of Confucius in the hall, holding the Spring and Autumn Festival.

The eyes of the hole statue are compassionate and lifelike, and the whole body exudes a wave of literary energy, giving people the feeling that it is alive.

Although the statue of Confucius is made of clay, it is connected with the essence of the sages and is like a clone of the saint.

"Student Chen Shaojun meets the teacher!"

Chen Shaojun bowed respectfully, straightened up, and then looked elsewhere.

Just behind Master Kong Sheng, stands a square altar that is more than nine feet high and more than one foot long. The altar is green and black in color, with a bright light emitting from the whole body, and there are circles of tadpole-like black gods on the surface of the altar.

Wen looks extremely mysterious.

The top of the altar is a circular corridor like a well. The corridor seems to be connected to another world. A steady stream of energy spurts out from it like a tide, rising several feet high.

And in the tide of blue-black light, Chen Shaojun saw floating golden words one after another. Each one seemed to contain huge power. Around each word, even the void collapsed and twisted, and numerous phantoms appeared.

With Chen Shaojun's cultivation level, he couldn't even distinguish the glyphs. He could only see blurry light groups. And when Chen Shaojun stared at the golden words, he immediately felt a pressure from his soul, like pieces weighing heavily.

The layers of boulders are stacked on top of each other, weighing down on my soul, which makes me feel extremely uncomfortable.

"This is the power of the avenue!"

Chen Shaojun had to quickly look away. This was the Altar of Light.

If you want to obtain the Crown of Light, you must use the Crown of Light Altar.

The Altar of Light Crown is the place where the Crown of Light is nurtured, and it is also the place where heaven and earth are connected. Chen Shaojun's cultivation is not enough, so naturally he cannot resist the pressure of this great avenue.

"Are you Chen Shaojun, a disciple of Ziju School?"

At this moment, a mellow voice came into my ears. Just in front of the Guangman Altar, two Confucian and Taoist masters in blue robes had been waiting silently.

The expressions of the two of them were calm, and there was no wave in their eyes.

Wen Dian is aloof and not among the Eight Great Schools, nor does he have any prejudice against students of the Eight Great Schools.

Although Chen Shaojun was ostracized by various factions outside the palace, no one in the Wen Palace would go out of his way to make things difficult for him.

"Students are exactly that."
Chapter completed!