Fang Yun opened his mouth and took a breath. The crystal dragon flew into Fang Yun's mouth like a living thing.
Afterwards, Fang Yun's aura was seen rising steadily, and in the blink of an eye, it actually surpassed Wen Zong and reached the aura of an emperor.
However, the aura on Fang Yun at this moment was not that of a human literary master, but that of the Dragon Emperor of the Dragon Clan, and the aura was still rising.
After three breaths, Fang Yun's aura surged again, reaching the level of a semi-saint incarnation.
After another five breaths, Fang Yun's aura made another qualitative leap, and he was promoted to Half-Saint!
Soon, Fang Yun's aura maintained a semi-saint state.
From the moment he swallowed the crystal dragon, Fang Yun closed his eyes.
In the process of strengthening his aura, Fang Yun also "saw" and experienced how the power of a true dragon increased, from the fourth realm to the fifth realm, to the Dragon Emperor, to the Void Dragon Saint, and finally to the Half-Saint.
Although Fang Yun did not actually practice the dragon cultivation, his mind and memory had undergone this kind of cultivation. Except that he himself did not obtain the power of the dragon cultivation, other aspects were exactly the same as the normal dragon cultivation process.
During this process, Fang Yun experienced the feeling of being at the peak of the emperor, and also experienced how the dragon clan built the foundation of the holy path and achieved the status of a semi-saint.
There was no change in Fang Yun's body, but Fang Yun's mind and literary courage seemed to have received the most powerful tempering. His realm did not improve, but his strength became more condensed, just like condensing the original iron ore directly into a perfect weapon.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak…”
Fang Yun's spiritual power and literary strength became extremely powerful. The inexperienced Fang Yun was unable to control it for a moment, causing the literary strength to suddenly leak out. Then, invisible sharp blades flew from Fang Yun's body in all directions, cutting his clothes into pieces in an instant.
All around Fang Yun, the sound of breaking air could be heard continuously. The endless power of literary courage formed a sharp invisible blade that cut through the air, making a shrill sound that pierced the sound barrier.
At the same time, the aura of the Wen Palace Panlong above the Wen Palace also grew with the growth of Fang Yun, and it was actually absorbing the power of the Crystal Rising Dragon and the semi-saint aura of the dragon clan.
Fang Yun secretly said in his heart that it was a pity that he did not have the blood of the dragon clan, otherwise at this moment, his spiritual power and literary courage would be enhanced not only, but he would also be able to see the world that only a semi-saint could see, and perceive the world that only a semi-saint could perceive.
However, the function of Crystal Rising Dragon is not to allow oneself to practice, the real purpose has been achieved.
As Fang Yun's aura rose, the Holy Soul Platform was also slowly rising. When Fang Yun obtained the aura of a semi-saint, the Holy Soul Platform actually rose to a height of a hundred feet.
Fang Yun looked back and felt relieved. He then bowed to the statue of Confucius and said, "Please come back home, sage!"
Then, the hundred-meter-tall statue of Confucius made a strange, soft sound, like the cry of a crane in the sky or the roar of a dragon in the starry sky. Then, the entire blood tomb of the human race slowly shrank, but its overall strength was increasing.
The changes in the human race's blood tomb cemetery attracted the attention of one powerful creature after another in the Holy Burial Valley, and a large number of holy thoughts moved to the vicinity of the human race's blood tomb cemetery. However, the next moment, those thoughts sensed the power in the sky and fled frantically like mice seeing a cat.
There were even a few semi-saint thoughts that let out shrill screams.
"All the saints of the human race, you will not be able to die well. You actually set a trap and hurt me!"
Fang Yun, who was in the holy mausoleum, had no idea what was happening. After he bowed, he saw the statue of Confucius whoosh and turn into a ray of white light, falling onto the Holy Soul Writing Platform.
boom!
After a loud earth-shaking noise, the Holy Soul Writing Platform sank suddenly and instantly landed at a height of fifty feet, then slowly descended another three feet before stopping.
On top of Fang Yun’s Holy Soul Writing Platform, at the most central position, there is a small statue of Confucius. It is so lifelike and ingeniously crafted that it does not look like it was carved by anyone. It looks more like Confucius himself was petrified and fell there.
Then, Fang Yun bowed again, and one after another, the statues of saints flew to Fang Yun’s Holy Soul Platform, and the Holy Soul Platform continued to descend.
After the last semi-saint statue fell on the Holy Soul Writing Platform, the Holy Soul Writing Platform was only half a zhang away from Fang Yun's head.
At this moment, Fang Yun did not feel the slightest bit happy about completing the mission of the saints. Instead, he was sweating profusely.
"Luckily I got Shenglong, otherwise the Holy Spirit Writing Platform would have fallen and crushed me to death!"
Fang Yun actually has the holy blood of many human semi-saints, but he has not yet transformed all of it into statues of the Holy Soul Writing Platform. This is in preparation for today.
Fang Yun carefully examined the Holy Soul Writing Desk and found no mistakes, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Since there are also statues of Zhang Zhongjing and Hua Tuo in the Holy Burial Valley, after entering the Holy Soul Wentai, they merge with the original statues above.
"Welcome the saint home, mission accomplished."
Finally, Fang Yun bowed to all the saints on the Holy Soul Writing Platform and put the heavy Holy Soul Writing Platform into the Writing Palace.
The moment the Holy Soul Wentai entered the Wen Palace, Fang Yun felt dizzy, as if he was an old man who had been bedridden for a long time and was forced to run at full speed, and his body obviously couldn't bear it.
Fang Yun was determined not to use the Holy Soul Writing Platform before entering the Holy Academy to meet Wang Jinglong, because the power of the Crystal Rising Dragon would dissipate soon, and if he summoned the Holy Soul Writing Platform, he would surely die.
Suddenly, the entire Holy Mausoleum Valley began to shake. Fang Yun thought to himself that something was wrong and hurriedly stepped on Pingbu Qingyun and flew out.
While flying, Fang Yun looked back.
A huge bottomless pit appeared in the center of the Holy Valley. The hole kept expanding and the surrounding ground collapsed.
Soon, the entire valley collapsed and went deep into the ground.
Then, a large amount of water gushed out and filled the bottomless pit.
The location of the Holy Tomb Valley was replaced by a lake.
Tian Songshi kept his back to the Holy Mausoleum Valley. Even though there was a huge vibration behind him, he did not look back. He gritted his teeth and suppressed his curiosity, fearing that he would bring trouble to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun flew over, patted Tian Songshi's shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "Mr. Songshi, it's over."
"It's over?" Tian Songshi's eyes sparkled and he turned around quickly.
I was stunned when I saw the shimmering lake.
"The holy mausoleum... is gone?" Tian Songshi asked in disbelief.
"Gone." There was some melancholy in Fang Yun's voice. This was the core of the human race's blood tomb cemetery. Only the holy tomb could protect the human race's blood tomb cemetery.
"No, your forehead..."
Tian Songshi noticed from the corner of his eye that there seemed to be an extra eye on Fang Yun's forehead, but when he turned his head and took a closer look, he saw that Fang Yun's forehead was as smooth as jade, with nothing on it.
"What's wrong?" Fang Yun reached out and touched his forehead.
Tian Songshi hurriedly shook his head and said, "I must have been distracted and made a mistake."
"Tell me what you saw." Fang Yun asked.
"I just saw that there seemed to be a third eye on your forehead. I didn't see what the eye looked like, and when I was about to take a closer look, I found that it had disappeared."