Literary Realm!
"A bunch of useless trash!"
"Three hundred years of planning, exhausting countless resources, and you can still fail? Even causing the Book Ancestor to fall?"
At the pinnacle of Literary Mountain, from a courtyard with a small bridge and flowing water, an angry rebuke echoed, shaking a million miles around, causing clear skies to turn densely overcast.
The anger of the strong changes the heavens.
Countless disciples of the Literary Realm suddenly raised their heads, gazing in horror towards the main hall.
Although they didn't know what the three hundred years of planning entailed.
But they knew that for the usually composed Lord of Literature to be enraged, something major must have happened!
Above the grand hall, the Book Ancestor sat in the highest seat, his face ashen, white hair flying, his entire body shrouded in literary aura, veiled and imposing, suppressing a world.
