The mysterious and terrifying invisible force finally gained the upper hand, and the soul-calming talismans on the surface of the Soul-Calming Corridor slowly melted away, turning into tiny particles that slowly dissipated.
Part of it was absorbed by Wen Gong, and the other part dissipated forever.
The main body of the Soul-Calming Corridor broke with a crack and fell into the Wen Palace, revealing the ancient demon stone box.
The terrifying power fell on the ancient demon stone box, and there was a crisp sound. The power disappeared inexplicably, and the stone box, like the Soul-Calming Corridor, made a crackling sound and shattered completely, revealing two ordinary pieces of steel.
Then, the same force descended from the sky and struck the two pieces of steel, even trying to split Fang Yun's palace of literature.
Suddenly, during Wen Gong's inconspicuous landing, the Holy Eight-sided Sword suddenly emitted brilliant golden light, and its holy power was like the sea, instantly rushing out from between Fang Yun's eyebrows.
That most powerful mysterious force is like the will of heaven and earth, vast and majestic.
The Eight-Sided Sword of the Holy Way is pure and sincere, and countless shadows of the human race appear on it, spreading across heaven and earth.
The Eight-Sided Sword of Holy Dao slashed out, space split open, the two worlds were divided into two, and the land of thousands of miles returned to chaos.
The most powerful mysterious force was drawn into the chaos and disappeared.
Afterwards, the third most powerful mysterious force appeared, but Fang Yun had disappeared.
That terrifying force was like a mad beast, constantly searching for Fang Yun, causing billions of miles of space to shatter and the heaven and earth to collapse.
Wan Wang Mountain.
Two giant white bone dragons thousands of miles long used the ground as their sea and rose up from it, with their heads and necks intersecting to form a gigantic gate.
Then, streaks of light flew out from it, like meteors, flying to different places.
Suddenly, a huge furry claw dropped from the sky and slapped some of the flowing lights.
The black flames in the eye sockets of a giant skeleton dragon that formed the giant gate of the Holy Burial Valley suddenly expanded, and it opened its mouth wide and spewed out a gray mist.
As soon as the giant claw touched the mist, it melted instantly. Then, from a distant place in the demon world, a scream that shook the sky was heard.
Then, the gray mist suddenly reached the place where the screaming occurred, and turned into thick fog, covering an area of a thousand miles.
A more miserable cry suddenly sounded, and then stopped abruptly.
After a few breaths, the fog dissipated.
All the monsters and barbarians within a thousand miles were killed.
The Heavenly Wolf Clan of the demon world, including the Semi-Saints, were exterminated today.
There was an unprecedented silence in the demon world, and all the holy thoughts that were once so arrogant in the sky shrank back.
Without any external interference, the streams of light successfully left Wanwang Mountain and moved to various realms.
The two skeleton dragons began to sink slowly.
When the skeleton dragons were about to sink completely into the center of Wanwang Mountain, the cervical vertebra of one of the dragons suddenly cracked, and then some of the bones shattered.
A figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The next moment, the two skeleton dragons completely entered Wanwang Mountain.
The man was dressed in white, his eyes were like stars, and his lips were like red fire.
He fanned the wooden fan slowly, looking up at the sky curiously, overlooking the demon world.
"It's okay to focus on business, let's have some fun first. However, Fang Yun seems to..."
After saying this, the man turned into a faint stream of air and flew away to an unknown place.
After he left, the ground cracked and a strange figure a thousand feet tall carrying a huge coffin struggled to climb up like a drowning man.
After a few breaths, the earth closed.
Everything fell silent.
Shengyuan Continent.
For the vast majority of scholars, the disappearance of those great scholars did not have any impact.
Even though there has been no news about Fang Yun and Yi Zhishi for a long time, most scholars have gradually adapted to it.
The Shengyuan Continent will not stop operating because of anyone.
Soon, some scholars discovered that there seemed to be some changes in the Shengyuan Continent.
Many families of great scholars and wealthy families began to hold funerals together. The funerals of those people were not particularly grand, and each family kept a low profile.
Under the investigation of some people, some news began to spread in Shengyuan Continent.
Soon, many scholars knew that the legendary Holy Burial Valley had ended. Some great scholars returned to the Shengyuan Continent with treasures, and some great scholars died in the Holy Burial Valley.
Then, some great scholars who were proven to have gone to the Holy Burial Valley began to show up one after another, such as Yi Zhishi, Tian Songshi, He Mingyuan and so on.
These scholars suddenly discovered that Fang Yun did not appear!
Not long after, a secret message spread among the scholars of Shengyuan Continent.
After Fang Yun left the Holy Burial Valley, he was seriously injured and dying, his literary palace was damaged, he was no longer able to use his talents, and became an ordinary person.
However, many people refuted this rumor.
Strangely, none of the great scholars who came out of the Holy Burial Valley came out to refute the rumor. The people at the top of the holy families and the Holy Academy seemed to have turned a blind eye to the news. Only the scholars of Jing State strongly criticized the rumor.
Soon, those shrewd scholars concluded that Fang Yun was not dead, but he definitely did not return safely. He was probably seriously injured and was receiving treatment.
A few days later, some very strange remarks appeared among the scholars of Jing State. They believed that Fang Yun had disappeared, so all his benefits and official positions should be temporarily deprived.
However, with the exception of a few people, the ruling and opposition parties were rarely in agreement.
Those people still wanted to add fuel to the fire, but the head of the Chen Sheng family publicly stated that he opposed any action that was detrimental to Fang Yun.
The noise disappeared immediately.
Xiangzhou, outside Yueyang city.
In October, Dongting Lake begins to show its autumn colors, and it is a favorite place for nearby literati and elegant people. When night falls, pleasure boats line the lakeside, and lanterns are densely distributed, and there are laughter and joy everywhere.
An old man in a light blue robe was staggering along the lakeside, carrying a wine jug. His clothes were covered in stains, including oil, ink, dirt, and even some dried leftovers.
His hair was disheveled, his gray hair was as messy as a chicken coop, with leaves and dirt on it.
No matter where he went, people nearby would be driven away by the pungent smell of alcohol around him, as if making way for him.
His eyes were hazy, and he had a drunken grin on his face. He was muttering something that no one could understand. After walking for a while, he drank a lot of wine and suddenly choked. After coughing violently for a while, he pointed to the sky and cursed.
He spoke unclearly and people could only hear some fragments of words.
“… God… is unfair… God will strike you with lightning… Eagle… is mean… bitter…”
Not long after, he jumped onto a small boat, then his body swayed and he fell onto the boat, half sitting and half lying, pointing in the direction of the center of the lake and said incoherently: "Take... take me to... to the center of the lake... I want to... hehe... pee in the center of the lake! Hehehehehe..."
The old drunkard said this with a silly grin.
The boatman said awkwardly: "Sir, it's already night, I think you should go home and sleep. We are a small business..."
"Isn't it just... just money? I don't lack money!"
After saying this, the old drunkard reached into his waist, took out a five-liang silver ingot, shook it at the boatman, and suddenly threw it into the lake.
The boatman was stunned, then jumped off the boat and went to the bottom of the water to feel for the silver.
The old drunkard laughed, suddenly stood up, staggered over the oar, and began to row randomly towards the center of the lake, laughing as he rowed.