Fang Xiu rode the inferior horse all the way along the river. Without controlling the old horse, Fang Xiu just went along the river bank, holding a pot of wine, half drunk and half awake, admiring the majestic appearance of the river.
Some dragon energy that had leaked out of the Dragon Locking Well after Fang Xiu entered it just now also fell into Fang Xiu's hands. This dragon energy was dark yellow in color and was formed from the essence and blood of those dragons.
Fang Xiu merged the spirit wine into his own wine flask in this way. After the dragon energy was integrated into this flask, it suddenly changed and became extremely strong. One sip was like a raging flame surging up the whole body, as if burning the blood dry.
If an ordinary person drinks a sip, he will probably be burned to ashes by the dragon energy. This is the dragon energy of several evil dragons that once wreaked havoc on the world and turned thousands of miles into a swamp. Each of them is the dragon mother's biological child. If one does not die after drinking it, he will have a trace of dragon veins and live a long and healthy life.
If monks drink it, they can improve their cultivation.
However, even for a powerful cultivator like Fang Xiu, the wine felt too strong. He only took a small sip at a time and did not dare to drink it all in one gulp. If he drank too much, he would feel as if his whole body was burning with flames.
Fang Xiu had already planned to throw the Nine Dragon Emperor Seal into the Dragon Locking Well.
The key to breaking through from the third level to the fourth level is the fusion of soul and body, and the same is true for the fourth-level magic weapon.
It is the integration of the spirituality and the embryo of the magic weapon. As a result, the magic weapon is no longer a simple dead object, but has gradually turned into a real living creature. Although it cannot be regarded as an innate living creature, it can be regarded as a special living creature created later.
Fang Xiu observed the characteristics of the former Xuanyuan Kingdom's divine corpse and Kun, and thus deduced that the key to merging the soul and the body should be external force.
For practitioners, although there are thousands of external forces that affect their strength, the biggest ones are nothing more than spiritual energy, blood, and the power of incense.
Fang Xiu transformed the eye of the ground under the Dragon Locking Well into an eye that gathered spiritual energy within a thousand miles. He let the Nine Dragon Emperor Seal be immersed in the endless spiritual energy to see if he could promote the fusion of the dragon spirit and the seal of the Nine Dragon Emperor Seal.
In addition to the first attempt with spiritual energy, Fang Xiu was preparing to make the next attempt, which was naturally the power of incense.
At this moment, the old horse under Fang Xiu's crotch could no longer run. It was panting, and white qi was coming out of its nostrils.
"Horse, horse! This time it depends on whether you have the blessing or not!" Fang Xiu looked down at the old horse. When Fang Xiu fell into the mountain and sea world, he saw it in the woods. It was a draft horse that had been stranded in the wilderness because of the war.
Fang Xiu opened the wine jug and poured the spiritual wine infused with dragon energy into the old horse's mouth. The horse was very spiritual and seemed to know that Fang Xiu's wine jug was a rare and good thing. It opened its mouth impatiently and let out a neigh.
After Fang Xiu gave the horse a sip of the spiritual wine, he immediately saw the horse shudder all over, and its hair rustled like the wind blowing through a wheat field. It let out a light neigh, and the old horse's declining energy and blood suddenly surged up.
"Okay, okay!" Fang Xiu laughed, raised the wine jug in one hand and kicked the horse's belly.
"Horse, run faster!" Fang Xiu pulled the reins, and the horse galloped away like flying, and in an instant it seemed like a thousand-mile dragon colt.
Running all the way, the boiling blood continuously merged into the dragon energy in the spiritual wine. The horse actually turned into a dragon colt bit by bit, and even its hair gradually turned blood red. It galloped on the road like a raging flame.
Fang Xiu found it even more interesting. Every time he stopped, he would feed the horse. The horse ran wildly all the way, becoming more and more magical and energetic the further it ran.
At this time, hundreds of scholars in light-colored clothes gathered on the bank of the river, pouring buckets of offerings into the surging river waves. Hundreds of scholars with sad and bitter expressions sang sacrificial texts on the bank of the river, and their voices were full of sadness and panic.
Last month, the last orthodox King Huan of Dahuan committed suicide in the city. The tenth generation teacher of Xundu Academy was unwilling to acknowledge the new King Huan appointed by Pan Guo. He angrily denounced King Huan and Duke Pan Guo in front of the main hall of King Huan's palace and died in the hall.
The tenth generation Master died in the main hall, and his blood dyed the steps red. The jade slip of preaching emerged from the Master's robe, and turned into a ray of light that rushed out of the Xundu Academy. Even the witch priest Xuanyuan of the Pan Kingdom could not stop it.
The preaching jade slip finally fell into the river and was never seen again.
The Pan Kingdom dispatched a large army to search the area around the river. Some of the Pan Kingdom's shaman clans, major cultivation sects, and the water gods and river masters in the river's tributaries were also searching everywhere. The rivers in the royal capital were turned upside down.
People from various schools of the Xundu Academy came in a hurry from thousands of miles away, but there was no trace of the jade slip.
Among the many schools of thought in the academy, scholars from the Zhuangjia School, the Lunjia School, the Nongjia School and the Daode School came to the bank of the river in person, wanting to retrieve the preaching jade slips, obtain the preaching items left by Feng Sheng, and become the new leaders of Wen Dao.
But looking at the surging river, I had no choice but to leave.
The divine creature defiles itself and hides its form.
The disappearance of the preaching jade slips means that Xundu Academy has lost its inheritance. The tenth master of Xundu Academy is the last master of Xundu Academy.
The Xundu Academy, which had been established for hundreds of years, was closed without a master. Many students and disciples who studied in the academy all dispersed, either to various places to set up their own schools or to join other schools.
From then on, the Xundu Academy, which had originally bound and restricted various schools of thought in the academies across the world, declared its decline, while the original major schools of thought in the academy broke free from their constraints and became more prosperous.
The teacher of Xundu Academy was killed in a car accident in King Huan's palace, shocking the whole world. Shao and Gao used this evil act as an excuse to denounce Pan and denounce its evil deeds and false royal status.
He took the opportunity to gather the disciples of various schools across the world, and even more wanted to gather the Confucian temples and Shinto forces spread across the world under the Xundu Academy.
The ones offering sacrifices on the bank of the river at this moment were the disciples who had stayed behind from the Xundu Academy. They knelt down on the bank of the river, holding up jade tablets and chanting sacrificial texts, praising the deeds of the tenth generation Xundu Master. The sacrificial texts were full of tragedy and anger.
"The building is about to collapse, and we are powerless to save it!" A young man in a white academic robe, who was born in the Dahuan royal family, looked extremely angry at this moment.
“How sad!”
"Leave now, leave now! The academy has been passed down for more than two hundred years, but we never expected it to decline and disappear in one day!" An old man seemed disheartened. After the master passed away and the jade slips of teachings were lost, many schools of thought turned their backs on the Xundu Academy and no longer had any interest in the academy, which made him angry and powerless.
"From now on, there will be no more Xundu Academy Master!" Another middle-aged scholar prostrated on the ground, crying loudly.
The sun sets and the sunset sinks into the west.
The fading red dyed the surface of the river, and the earth turned into a blood-red color, just like the smoke of war all over the Central Plains at this moment.
At this moment, a ray of light shot up into the sky and gushed out from the river, like a pillar of light illuminating the heaven and earth. The sound of reading aloud and the true words of the Tao could be heard, as if one could hear the voice of a saint preaching.
"What is that?" The Xundu students who were crawling on the ground raised their heads and looked at the light rising from the river in disbelief, as if they saw a rising sun.