Ao Qingyue sighed, "It's a pity that the dragon race is not as strong as before. If you were named a dragon when the ancestor dragon was still alive, you would have gained a lot of benefits, even a continent would not be surprising. What kind of monsters and ancient monsters are like slaves in front of you. It's a pity..."
Fang Yun did not interrupt Ao Qingyue's remembrance of past glory, and familiarized himself with his own strength in the battle hall square.
Two hours later, those Sangu Jinshi and Sangu Hanlin who had received their star positions returned to the battle hall.
There is no fixed time for the opening of the gate of Sangu Ancient Land, and the Holy Academy only knows that it will be within three days, so everyone can only wait.
The group did not waste time and held a small literary meeting, limited to discussing combat experiences and techniques.
An official in the battle hall took out a conch shell that could record sound, and the fifteen university scholars who escorted the crowd expressed their opinions. As for the juren, jinshi and hanlin who participated in the three-valley battle, most of them kept their mouths shut and listened attentively.
In other aspects, Fang Yun could easily discuss or even argue with the Grand Secretaries, but he could not get a word in when discussing combat experience. The Grand Secretaries in the escort team all had long-term experience fighting against monsters and barbarians, and the one with the least experience had fought against monsters and barbarians for ten years.
Fang Yun and others would occasionally ask questions, and most of them would get satisfactory answers.
There was still no news from the Sangu Gate until the early morning. Before going to bed, he used the "Water Melody" to summon the Moon Gate to meet Yang Yuhuan. They held hands and talked for a while. He wanted to kiss her but stopped in the end. This kind of behavior is punishable by death in some places.
On the seventh day of October, the gate to the ancient land of Sangu was still not open, and everyone continued to learn from the Grand Secretary's combat experience.
In the early morning of the eighth day of the first lunar month, before daybreak, Fang Yun was awakened from his sleep by Scholar Guo.
"The Three Valleys Ancient Land is now open, get up now!"
Fang Yun hurriedly got up and headed for the Battle Palace Square.
Soon, many people gathered in the Battle Hall Square. In addition to the fifteen people who participated in the battle and the fifteen university scholars who escorted them, there were also twelve great scholars!
Among them, five great scholars carried book boxes on their backs. The book boxes exuded a strange aura that made people feel awe instinctively.
Fang Yun immediately guessed that the bookcase contained the clothes and hats of a semi-saint. In terms of power, they were not as powerful as the semi-saint's literary treasures, but in terms of function, they were still better than the semi-saint's literary treasures and were extremely powerful.
The aura of each great scholar was different from usual, as if they all possessed an ancient and far-reaching charm, and each of them seemed to be standing on the clouds, looking down at all living things.
"It must be the person who holds the sutra!" Fang Yun thought to himself.
These twelve great scholars are now all true holders of scriptures, and there is at least one holy book in the Wen Palace.
Not long after, He Qionghai, the elder of the War Hall, looked at the eastern sky. It was still pitch black, with no sign of getting brighter.
"Follow me into Confucius' world of literature!" He Qionghai said, and waved his purple robe sleeves. A ray of light enveloped everyone present, and a moment later, everyone disappeared in the battle hall square.
Fang Yun felt his eyes light up and then darken. When it lighted up again, he found himself in a corridor with marble walls on both sides. The walls were uneven. Although they were very rough, they gave people a primitive beauty.
At the end of the corridor is a door of light.
The great scholar He Qionghai said as he walked, "The entrance to the ancient Sangu Land is in front of us, located on a strange star, but the air on that star is filled with poisonous gas. You can't breathe. Jinshi and Hanlin can use their talents to replace breathing, but Juren can't do it, but it doesn't matter. I will solve it."
Many people were surprised, but Fang Yun was thinking about what kind of planet it was, the composition of its atmosphere, whether there was liquid water, and whether life could be born.
Fang Yun stopped breathing and replaced it with talent. After stepping out of the gate of light, he immediately felt slight discomfort in his body. It should be due to the toxin, but his body was extremely strong and the discomfort quickly disappeared.
Fang Yun looked up and saw that this was a strange red earth land. The gravity was smaller than that of Shengyuan Continent. The sky was covered with dark clouds and the stars could not be seen at all. There were some traces of buildings nearby. It was unknown how many tens of thousands of years they had existed and were gradually eroded by time.
Seven or eight miles ahead, there is an altar-like platform. The platform is shiny black and has many blood-colored lines on it.
Fang Yun looked at the pattern carefully and immediately felt dizzy and quickly looked away.
A cylindrical white light emanated from outside the platform, reaching straight into the clouds.
He Qionghai said: "That high platform is the gateway to the ancient land of Sangu." After saying that, Pingbu Qingyun appeared under his feet. Then he stretched out his hand to form an invisible force to bring Fang Yun to his Pingbu Qingyun and took off. The other great scholars took away those who could not use Pingbu Qingyun one after another.
Soon, everyone landed on the edge of the platform.
He Qionghai stroked his beard and said, "We, the twelve great scholars, will stay here until the three-valley battle is over. You will all enter immediately, the sooner the better."
Fang Yun and thirty other people immediately entered the light column, and then the twelve great scholars stood in different positions. No one knew what they did, but the platform shook slightly.
The column of light began to rotate, faster and faster, and finally thirty people were swept into the air.
After a moment, Fang Yun felt his whole body being pulled by a huge force, and then he fell into darkness.
I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like several years, but it also seemed like just a moment, Fang Yun opened his eyes.
The sky is full of stars and the night is cold and dark.
Fang Yun found himself lying on the ground and got up hurriedly. He discovered that the people around him were lying in a mess. Several university scholars were getting up, while the juren, jinshi and Hanlin were all motionless and in a coma.
Everyone's clothes were torn, and Fang Yun immediately took out new clothes and put them on.
Scholar Guo was just a little slower than Fang Yun. He was secretly surprised to see that Fang Yun was the first one to wake up.
"Wait until they wake up naturally before setting off."
While changing into new clothes, Fang Yun carefully sensed the ancient land of Sangu. The air here was extremely fresh, and the concentration of heaven and earth vitality was about three times that of Shengyuan Continent, and it seemed to be closer to Wenquxing.
Fang Yun looked up and observed the starry sky carefully, and found that the Wenqu Star here was indeed brighter than that in Shengyuan Continent. He nodded slightly, which meant that the power of war poems used here would be greater than that in Shengyuan Continent.
Everything here seems better than the Shengyuan Continent, but it gives people a sense of coldness, as if it lacks the breath of life.
The rest of the people woke up one after another, but the five scholars took a full quarter of an hour to wake up, and they kept vomiting as soon as they woke up. Only after they finished vomiting did the great medical scholars treat them and relieve their discomfort.
"Let's go. We have to get to the Sangu battlefield as soon as possible. Only there will we be absolutely safe. It's extremely dangerous all the way from here to the Sangu battlefield. We must not take it lightly!" After saying this, Grand Scholar Guo asked Fang Yun to embark on his Pingbu Qingyun. Then the grand scholars carried the others on Pingbu Qingyun and took off one after another.
Four university scholars flew in four directions respectively, standing guard about a mile away from the main group, and moved forward at the same speed.
Scholar Guo looked ahead and said, "The most dangerous place is the Cloudy Valley near the Sangu battlefield! That is the only way to the Sangu battlefield. If nothing unexpected happens, there will definitely be monsters blocking us or even attacking us. We don't need to get entangled with them, we just need to rush forward!"
Everyone walked forward in silence.
(To be continued…)