Oops! the Words They Chattered Were Words.

A young man dressed in white stands alone on the Phoenix Book Table, his clothes fluttering in the wind. There was an endless crowd of people under the stage. They were in ragged clothes, with sallow faces and thin muscles, but their eyes still burned with unyielding fire. His eyes slowly scanned the people in the audience, and finally looked up at the sky. Under the sky, he took a deep breath, and the last trace of hesitation in his eyes turned into determination. "Xuanyuan Sword!" The ancient book in front of him burst into light, the pages turned rapidly, and countless golden words flew out, intertwining in the air to form a long sword inscribed with the principles of heaven and earth. He held the hilt of the sword and pointed the sword's edge directly at Ling Xiao. The sword trembled, emitting a resonance that spanned the ages. And his voice echoed between heaven and earth: "I, Lin Fei!" "In the name of Yan, Huang and Huaxia, we inherit the virtues of the Shang Dynasty and the Zhou Dynasty, inherit the aspirations of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, promote the power of the Qin Dynasty and the powerful Han Dynasty, embrace the style of the Wei Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty, integrate the power of the Sui Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty, and gather together the festivals of the Song, Gang and Ming Dynasties!" "Here, start a sect!" "Preach the teachings of the sages! Instruct the country to be safe! Defend enemies from all directions!" "Recover the homeland of Jiuzhou! Aspire to conquer all the territories in all directions!" "Wherever the sun and moon shine, and wherever the rivers go, chant the beautiful chapter!"