The process of star gate movement is like flying in a bizarre world. Most of the time it is pitch black, and occasionally you can see all kinds of strange lights. Those lights are indescribable, and sometimes they can't even be seen but exist in the perception.
Fang Yun lost the concept of time and only felt that his whole body was strangled. He didn't know how long it had been before his body relaxed. Then a huge force hit his back and his body rushed forward involuntarily.
Fang Yun could not stop this force and could only go with the flow.
Suddenly, white light filled the air before his eyes, like a standing water surface, and Fang Yun dived into it.
Fang Yun felt that his feet were stepping on empty air and his knees went weak. He hurriedly continued to walk forward to relieve the momentum from behind.
After taking seven or eight steps, Fang Yun stopped.
In the process of taking these seven or eight steps, Fang Yun had already seen the place clearly. It was a simple temple. Its style was very similar to the holy temples in various parts of the human race, but there were no tablets or statues of saints. It was obviously a side hall or a side hall.
The palace was very empty, thirty meters long, with only four people guarding the entrance. Fang Yun immediately walked forward quickly and looked back.
At first glance, there is nothing behind, but if you look closely, you can find transparent ripples of water, which are difficult for ordinary people to detect.
Fang Yun took a few steps and suddenly felt a little cold. He immediately remembered that the Shihan Ancient Land was very special. Even if a great scholar who was immune to cold or heat came here, he had to wear thick clothes and it would be best if he wore warm jade, otherwise he would still feel cold.
Fang Yun took out a red warm jade tied with a red string from the Swallowing Sea Shell and hung it around his neck with a faint smile.
The warm jade was a gift from the Yan family, but the red rope on it was a token of Yang Yuhuan’s love.
When the warm jade touched his body, Fang Yun immediately felt a hot current flowing from his chest to all parts of his body. Finally, his entire body was enveloped by the hot current, forming a strange cycle that was endless.
When they reached the door, four scholars in black immediately bowed respectfully.
"Good morning, Saint Fang Xu!"
"Good morning, everyone." Fang Yun smiled and nodded, stepped over the palace threshold, and saw hundreds of scholars standing on the steps outside the door. Under the gray sky, everyone's eyes were extremely bright and full of expectation.
These scholars all wore furry leather coats over their official uniforms. Many of them also had cloaks draped over their backs and wide, long leather boots on their feet. Their skin color was also whiter than that of ordinary people on Shengyuan Continent, and their appearance was very different.
However, there were a few people whose faces were paler, their eyes were slightly blue, they were tall, and their hair was longer, which were the characteristics of a mixed race of humans and the Ice Clan.
What Fang Yun found strange was that this place was the square of the holy temple, but there was still heavy snow falling from the sky, fluttering down densely, and eight mechanical beasts were constantly sweeping the snow.
In Shengyuan Continent, it is always spring-like around the Holy Temple, and the weather will never be too hot or too cold.
Seeing the strong contrast, Fang Yun was secretly alert. Although the power of the holy temples outside the Shengyuan Continent was weaker, they were connected to the Holy Academy after all, and had power no less than that of a half-saint. Even so, they could not do anything to the university here, which showed that there was indeed something strange about this ancient land of Shihan.
"Meet Fang Xusheng!"
"Saint Fangxu, winter!"
"Good morning, Saint Fang Xu!"
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The scholars present had different levels of literary attainments. Except for one great scholar who just bowed, all the others bent over and saluted, observing all etiquette without any sloppiness.
"Good morning, everyone!" Fang Yun said with a smile and bowed in return, then he discovered a detail.
No matter whether they were university scholars or great scholars, they all had the ability to remain untainted by dust. No matter if it was rain, snow, wind or frost, as long as they were close to them, they would quietly slide away. But here, the heavy snow fell wantonly on almost everyone's head, and when they bowed, the snow on their bodies fell down.
However, there were a few half-blooded Ice Clan members who were different from everyone else, so the heavy snow naturally avoided them.
After these people finished their greetings, they shook the hoods behind them and put them back on their heads.
Fang Yun then took out a mink coat that the Yan family had prepared long ago from the Swallow Sea Shell and put it on. Then he put on his hat, walked down the stairs, and stepped on the thick white snow, which made a crackling sound, crisp and pleasant.
The leading scholar of the Yan family smiled and said, "I am Yan Ningxiao. I have heard of the great name of Saint Fang Xu for a long time. Seeing him today, I find him even more famous than before."
"Mr. Yan has devoted his life to the Yan family and the human race. I admire him very much!" Fang Yun said sincerely.
Yan Ningxiao had a smile on his face. Behind him, some scholars looked dazed, as if they were lamenting about something.
The great scholars stationed in the Shihan Ancient Land by the Sub-Sage Family only select newly-crowned great scholars, and once they enter the Shihan Ancient Land, they will proclaim themselves as the literary heroes, and their strength will never improve. Cultivating oneself and bringing peace to the four realms will no longer be their business.
For the sake of their families, these great scholars abandoned the holy path and their future.
Not only Yan Ningxiao, but some members of the Yan family here also made great sacrifices.
Because some of them have lived in the ancient land of Shihan for generations, and their ancestors are those people of the Yan family who dedicated their whole lives to this place.
Of course, there are also some people who were exiled here for committing serious crimes. Only if they have made great achievements can they move back to the Shengyuan Continent, but the possibility of returning is very slim.
Yan Ningxiao said: "The Holy Temple is not a place to talk, let's go back to the Ninth Cold Lord Palace. Please!"
"please!"
When Fang Yun and the others walked out of the temple, they saw that the streets outside were covered with snow. There was not a single horse-drawn carriage with wheels, only sled carts. The wheels were replaced by tough flat plates, and the carts were pulled by snow deer covered with long white hair. Each snow deer was seven feet tall, one head taller than most people.
Yan Ningxiao smiled and led Fang Yun onto the most luxurious sled cart, which was large enough to accommodate more than ten people, but only the two of them sat down.
In addition to two rows of leather seats facing each other, there were also stoves and teapots in the car. Yan Ningshan boiled a pot of water and said with a smile: "Although you are here urgently, you don't have to be too anxious once you enter this place. According to the usual rules, once the star gate is in turmoil, it will take at least a month and at most half a year for the ancient land to begin to be born and destroyed. I believe that the outsiders have already told you in advance that you should walk around in the next few days and get to know the customs and customs of Hancheng. I heard that you are interested in food and scenery, so someone will accompany you then. After three or four days, you can go out, but the situation has been unstable recently, and the various tribes may be watching you. You can stay at most a hundred miles away from the city. If you go further away, if something goes wrong, our Yan family will be the sinners of the human race."
Fang Yun nodded slightly. When entering a new place, all he needed to do was to use his ears.
Yan Ningxiao didn't expect Fang Yun to listen to his advice so much, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, saying: "Next, I will take you to meet the current Ninth Cold Lord. The previous Cold Lord has been buried, and the current Cold Lord is his son. However, we are all members of the Yan family, and he is no different from ordinary people. He is older than me, and according to the rules of the ancient land, everyone must respectfully address him as His Majesty the Cold Lord. I hope you can adapt to it."
Fang Yun nodded and said, "He is an elder after all, and his family has sacrificed so much for the Yan family and the human race. His status in the ancient land is equivalent to that of a king. There is nothing wrong with honoring him."
"After all, the Ninth Lord Han is old, and the ancient land's birth and death is about to come. Once the ancient land's birth and death is over, he will probably die soon. So if he loses his temper, you have to bear with him." Yan Ningxiao's expression was a little embarrassed.
Fang Yun nodded for the third time and said nothing.
.(To be continued)