The light shining through the lightless cemetery was originally like the sunlight at dusk, but after the Great Ming Saint revealed his identity, Fang Yun felt that the light became extremely dazzling, and even slowly burned his skin.
Even Wen Gong was drowned by the light.
Fang Yun took a deep breath.
"Your Majesty, do you really have to take me to Que Ri Peak?"
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he calmed down completely, his eyes were full of peace. Behind this peace was a deep-seated madness.
The three heads of the Great Ming Saint seemed to be smiling. The head in the middle spoke: "This Saint knows that you have an extraordinary fate. You may be hiding a great secret, or even some killer weapons. However, this Saint is the Lord of the Jedi. How can I be worse than you now? If you obey, this Saint will leave you a way to survive and even a way to be canonized as a saint, so that you can return to the human race. After all, this Saint has always admired the human race and Confucius Saint, and is even willing to support the human race to suppress the monsters and compete for the master of all realms. If you disobey, then this Saint will have to use some means, and it is hard to predict whether it will be a disaster or a blessing."
Fang Yun smiled slightly and said, "We humans are very good at learning. We learned how to bow our heads very early, but we cannot learn to surrender."
"If that's the case, don't blame me..."
Before the Great Ming Saint finished his words, a handsome bare-chested man in white walked out from the lightless cemetery on the other side. He was obviously a man, but his face was as rosy as a peach, his lips were red, his teeth were white, and his skin was so delicate that there was not a single pore, as if he was a handsome man carved out of ice and jade.
This person held a wooden scented fan in his hand, and when he waved it gently, the strange fragrance spread for a hundred miles.
"Xue Baiyi has met the Great Ming Saint."
Half-saint Xue Baiyi smiled brilliantly, his teeth were white and his face was radiant, as if even the darkness of the lightless cemetery was dispelled by his brilliant smile.
Even the Great Ming Saint, who is known as the Lord of Light, does not emit as dazzling a light as Xue Baiyi.
"I wonder what Xue Sheng wants to do here?"
The three heads of the Great Ming Saint spoke in unison, half politely and half vigilantly.
"I am his... No, he is mine." Xue Baiyi laughed again, and it was not known whether it was because of a slip of the tongue or because he was born to laugh.
The head on the left of the Great Ming Saint snorted coldly, and the head in the middle said, "We respect your unique background, but we are not afraid of you. Since you said he is your man, you can show evidence. If you are making up stories and making fun of me, I will not only arrest him, but you should also admit your mistake in public!"
Xue Baiyi showed a surprised look and said, "Your Majesty, Lord of Glory, don't you see that he has mastered the power of decay?"
The Great Ming Saint hesitated for a moment, and the three heads turned at the same time to look at Fang Yun.
"This..." The Great Ming Saint was speechless.
"Of course, this is not your fault. It's my fault that I didn't tell him in advance. This time I came to give him formal guidance and give him some gifts."
After saying that, Xue Baiyi pointed at Fang Yun's brow and said with a smile: "The power of decay has fallen on you, which is like a pearl in the dark. This saint will formally teach you how to use it."
A point of blood light flashed out from Xue Baiyi's finger, and without waiting for Fang Yun's consent, it entered Fang Yun's forehead and went straight into Fang Yun's palace.
After the blood light entered the Wen Palace, Fang Yun's body suddenly stiffened and his eyes became dull.
The moment the blood entered the Wen Palace, Fang Yun felt himself turned into a seed, buried deep in the dark soil.
Fang Yun felt a little panicked and wanted to escape, but he found that except for his free thinking, everything else was out of his control.
I can't do anything, I can only dream.
Soon, Fang Yun calmed down and began to understand his own environment and everything around him.
Not long after, Fang Yun was surprised to find that he had really become a seed and could sense every subtle state that the seed experienced.
For example, absorbing external forces, growing slowly, feeling the power of the soil, sensing the power of water, and feeling the stored nutrients slowly decreasing...
Fang Yun was actually attracted by all of this. He forgot to get rid of it all, forgot to escape, and instead wanted to grow and become stronger.
Slowly, the seed absorbed enough strength and finally began to take root and sprout.
The seeds are very small and the earth is very big, but the seeds can uncover the seemingly endless soil, allowing the sprouts to break free from their shackles, stand tall on the earth, receive the sun's light, and receive nourishment from external objects.
After the seed becomes a seedling, a drastic change occurs. The way it grows changes again. It begins to absorb the power of the soil through its roots and the power of the sun through its branches and leaves.
Slowly, the seedling grew up and finally became a graceful sapling.
Fang Yun was immersed in continuous growth and the joy of becoming taller. He looked at those young saplings and those tall old trees, wanting to become a tree with more dreams and become the largest tree in the forest.
Fang Yong used every possible means to absorb external forces and grew at a speed far exceeding that of his peers.
One year, two years, three years, ten years, twenty years, one hundred years, one thousand years...
Over the long years, Fang Yun experienced everything a tree could go through, and even slowly began to transform from a tree into a tree demon, wanting to change from a fixed plant into a movable spiritual creature.
In the third thousand years of his growth, Fang Yun finally succeeded in breaking through the constraints of his body, growing into the most powerful tree in the entire forest. He also gained spiritual power and could walk freely.
However, as he moved slowly, Fang Yun felt his strength begin to decline, the leaves turned yellow, and the bark became dry and old.
Fang Yun hurriedly gave up moving, took deep root, and used his three thousand years of experience to absorb external forces and strengthen himself.
Unfortunately, the power of withering was too strong, and Fang Yong was unable to stop it no matter what he did.
Fang Yun could only watch helplessly as his leaves slowly fell, his branches slowly turned yellow, and the entire tree slowly shrank.
The shriveled, dead trees fell.
Eventually, the entire dead tree decayed.
However, new green leaves are sprouting from the dead roots of the tree.
After the blood entered the Wen Palace, Fang Yun's eyes were dull, but just a breath later, the power of decay surged throughout Fang Yun's body, and everything in his eyes withered and decayed. After another breath, a hint of green appeared.
Fang Yun blinked his eyes violently, and then took deep breaths as if he had been rescued from drowning, as if he had come back to life.
Fang Yun instinctively looked around, but his own strength told him that only a few breaths had passed in reality.
"Try your new powers."
As Xue Baiyi spoke, he threw the corpse of a fifth-level demon king to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun was a little confused at first, but after a moment, he seemed to understand everything. He saw the jade hunting stone bow formed by "Arrow in the Stone" appear, and shot an arrow at the Great Demon King of the Fifth Realm.
Fang Yun sensed that the power of decay contained in this arrow was different.
If the previous power of decay was lines, then the current power of decay is a net, and it is a net formed after careful calculation.
The total amount of withered power attached to this war poem has not changed, only the form of its gathering has changed.