"Nuwa is a human with a snake's tail... Actually, this has another meaning - a demon clan!"
Fang Yuan was riding on a horse, thinking about the statue he saw in the Wa Temple, with a look of interest on his face: "That is to say... In the hearts of people in this era, the landowner God Nuwa is not only the ancestor of the human race, Besides, he is also the co-leader of the demon clan!”
The influence of such a god is naturally very terrifying.
Even, maybe the strongest person in this world!
"The destiny of the Shang Dynasty has fallen, but the foundation of five hundred years of rule is still solid. Unless Nuwa personally takes action, it will definitely be difficult to destroy in a short time..."
"But this is God's will!"
Fang Yuan is too aware of the limitations of Shinto.
Because it comes from faith and is integrated with rules, it will definitely be influenced by the higher heaven.
Once God decided that Dashang would lose his destiny, Nuwa would never protest. Instead, she would add fuel to the flames, and even God's will would directly act through her hands.
"Unless you achieve the status of an ancient god, there may still be a glimmer of hope of resistance... Otherwise, the landlord god Nuwa must be the driving force behind the decline of Great Shang."
Thinking of Wang Zipan who left just now, Fang Yuan couldn't help but sigh.
This person's magnanimity, magnanimity, and even wisdom are enough to be a king. If he succeeds in succeeding to the throne, he may not be able to become another resurgence leader of the Shang Dynasty.
What a pity, God’s will is like a knife!
"If I had persuaded him just now, or even used means to support him on the throne, I am afraid that he would have been killed immediately, right? This is God's will, destiny, and general trend..."
Fang Yuan let out a long sigh.
"Lord, where are we going now?"
Heizhong was riding a tall horse, with two silver foxes lying on his shoulders, one on the left and one on the right. They looked like a silver-white scarf. Behind him, Ganie had sweaty palms and firmly grasped the horse's mane. I was afraid that I would be thrown off accidentally.
"Of course we are going to the Western Zhou Dynasty!"
Fang Yuan headed northwest, having already made up his mind: "At this time, the general trend of the world is half in the Shang Dynasty and half in the Western Zhou Dynasty. Naturally, we must take a closer look!"
As a time traveler, having the memory of his past life is his huge advantage over Gu Chen.
Even Gu Chen, a saint, could only vaguely feel that the world was undergoing great changes and that the great merchants were about to fall, but he could not imagine what would happen.
But Fang Yuan is different!
With his original preconceived impression, combined with the actual situation of this world, he immediately found the main context.
"It's a pity... I don't have enough power! If there is an intelligence network all over the world, I can send the message immediately to see if there are Jiang Ziya, Shen Gongbao and others..."
"Also... this world is not too repulsive to the power of dreams. It's time to try new methods of dream masters and restore cultivation..."
Fang Yuan galloped on his horse, thoughts racing in his mind.
One day passed, the Golden Crow sank in the west, and the Moon Rabbit climbed up.
Heizhong and Gai Nie found a campsite by the stream. They hunted birds, set traps for rabbits, and hunted a lot of game as dinner for the three of them and the two foxes.
The two foxes hugged the pheasant legs and ate them all. After licking their beards and hair, they sat cross-legged facing the moon, revealed their Yin spirits, and began to practice condensing moonlight.
"Did you see that these two foxes work harder than you?"
Heizhong scolded: "Nie, the Lord has said that if your progress is not satisfactory to him, you will be expelled from the school immediately!"
"promise!"
Gai Nie sat cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, absorbing the moonlight, feeling cold all over his body, and even his temples were covered with a layer of white frost.
However, he also had a tenacious temperament. Even though his teeth were trembling, he still kept biting it and his lips were bleeding. I don't know how long it had been, but he finally entered the door, began to breathe in the moonlight, and entered the state of forgetfulness of things and myself.
"My lord... you see, thanks to my supervision day and night, this kid has already started!"
Kurozuka fawned over Fang Yuan who was inspecting.
"Well, you have the nerve to say that the progress of this Qi refining method is almost overtaken by a kid who has just started..." Fang Yuan glanced at him sideways: "If you are surpassed by him one day, you know the consequences..."
"Don't worry, Lord!"
Kurozuka shivered unconsciously, and quickly found another open space, sat cross-legged, and entered a state of cultivation.
For him, even the pain of practicing Taiyin Zhengfa was completely inferior to Fang Yuan's methods.
Therefore, as soon as I heard this threat, I immediately obeyed and did not dare to violate it.
"Well... it seems that the "Taiyin Zhengfa" I compiled is finally complete!"
Seeing Heizhong and Gai Nie both enter the state, Fang Yuan's eyes flashed strangely, observing the movement of meridians and lunar power in their bodies, and couldn't help but nod.
This technique is actually for the demon clan to practice. After being modified by him, it can be practiced for humans. Of course, you can't be too fussy about some details.
As for such a crude technique, it was only after Heizhong went crazy several times that it was completely finalized.
"At this time, my "Taiyin Zhengfa" can probably be practiced to the point where I can reach the level of the Nine Aperture Spiritual Master... No matter how much more, I will be powerless unless I get more Qi Refiner's classics from this world for my reference!"
To be honest, Fang Yuan actually collected some rumors about Qi Refiners in the merchant city.
Unfortunately, this group of people is too mysterious, and more than five hundred years is a long time for mortals, but only a few generations for cultivators. Therefore, the division of realms is very vague and confusing. There are generally only three Flowers gather at the top, five qi rise toward the yuan, etc.
After all, the real world is not a game. Each classic describes the realm according to its own interpretation. There is no unified conclusion. For example, the most orthodox Yin Shen may be casually explained as traveling to Kunwu in the morning and returning home from picking flowers at night.
Fang Yuan didn't bother to care so much and just named it according to his own habits.
"In the world at this time, there are hundreds of schools of thought, and the disciples in each sect are roughly as strong as the Nine Aperture Spiritualists and the Nine Meridians Martial Sect. There may be one or two top masters who can peek into the Holy Realm! And how can the Monster Race still not You know, in the divine way, there is a powerful Nuwa, even more powerful than the ordinary True Saint True Essence... "
Fang Yuan already had a general understanding of the martial arts in Guchen Great World.
"With my current abilities, I still can't walk sideways... If I could return to the state where I was a powerful martial artist and capable of both martial arts and martial arts during the Battle of Yujing, I would be close."
Fang Yuan also sat cross-legged, thinking deeply and connecting with the real dream.
His real dream at this time was broken and then rebuilt, recast with the pure dream energy of the inner demon world. Even though it was still in chaos, its strength was no less than that of the third and fourth level virtual saints in the past.
"The way of the dream master, the dream energy used at the beginning was too weak and the foundation was unstable. Now I recast the foundation, but..."
After seeing the source of dream power, Fang Yuan no longer has a high regard for ordinary dream source power.
Unfortunately, with his current strength, it is simply a dream to refine the source power.
The long period of training only allowed him to continuously compress the dream energy in the real dream, showing a rich dark silver color, almost condensing into a solid state.
"Perhaps this kind of substance can be called dream crystal?"
When Fang Yuan saw his true dream, it was like a cave made of crystal.
"It's a pity... Such extremely rich Meng Yuan Power is the difference between rubble and pearls compared to the Source Power!"
A drop of real source power can last forever and can transform a world!
Even the purest Dream Yuan Jing cannot achieve this. It is simply a different concept, not on the same level at all!
"Source power seems to be a concept, like a perpetual motion machine, which can endlessly form lower-level power radiation... With my current dream master cultivation level, I can't understand it at all!"
Since he couldn't understand it, he didn't dare to let go of the restrictions of the sealed body.
Otherwise, once the source power breaks out, it will immediately affect the original body and all the clones, harming the true spirit from the conceptual source, which is extremely terrifying.
"For the current plan, we can only follow the pure dream master's way first, and then try to refine the source power... It's just a standard, it's hard to say..."
Fang Yuan also doesn't know what special powers the purified dream master's way has at this time, and how brilliant it will be when it is completed from the foundation.
What kind of state one needs to reach to meet the demand for refining source power is also at a loss.
However, there is nothing wrong with practicing your internal strength first and then seeking to connect.
As Fang Yuan thought, within the real dream, many dream crystals quickly gathered together and carved into the shape of a divine sword!
The Sword of Lihuo!
As soon as the sword emerged, it immediately stirred up the void, and a blurred sword shadow fell down. The entire sword body quickly solidified, like fire jade.
"The original spiritual imprint of the Eight Gate Sword Formation is still there, and it is extremely simple to restore it..."
Feeling the natural imprint in the Sword of Lihuo, Fang Yuan couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that after this break, the original Sword of Lihuo was even more magical, and it even gave him some vague ideas about the follow-up of the Eight-Sword Sword Formation. .
"It's a pity... Nowadays, I no longer look down on this secret. Whether it's a dream weapon master, a dream magician, or a dream formation master, they are just the use of dream energy. Why divide it too finely? At this time, condensed The sword formation is just a representative of cultivation..."
By now, Fang Yuan has seen through the illusion of the dream master and got to the essence.
Although he is still a dream warrior on the surface, in fact, he can create all kinds of magic with one thought, and even form formations with one thought.
"The dream master's way actually only follows one path... that is creation! At this time, the name of the Eight-Sword Sword Formation can be changed. It is my interpretation of creation through the way of the sword formation. It can be called the Creation Sword Formation! "
Fang Yuan's eyes brightened.
As soon as I thought about this, the attribute column immediately changed greatly:
"Name: Fang Yuan
Fine: 50 (100)
Chi: 50 (100)
God: 50 (100)
Occupation: Dreamer
Cultivation: Xusheng (first level)
Skills: Wu Clan True Body (90%), Creation Sword Formation [One Sword (100%)]
Specialties: Medical Skills [Level 3], Planting Skills [Level 6] (Full Level), Fierce Eyes [Level 2], Sealed Body [Ultimate Form]"