Lang Kun sighed, "So that's how it is. The reason why the saints of the human race dared to abandon the foundation of the human race and come here is probably because they wanted to use this place to temper their literary courage. When their literary courage is strengthened, they will also be strengthened, and they can fight against the emperor... the great celestial being. The saints of the human race killed so many golden ancestors, so they must be blessed by the will of the myriad worlds, thus protecting the human race. At this moment, I finally understand why the human race is great, why the saints are immortal, and why Confucius and Fang are called masters."
The other great saints were filled with shame. Without Lang Kun's reminder, they had not discovered the true purpose of the human race. They only thought that the saints of the human race could use this place to hone their literary talents.
Only then did they realize that the sacrifice of the human saints to arrive at the Dusk Fortress was the fundamental reason for the rise of the human race and the cornerstone of the human race, and Fang Yun built a new great cause for the human race on this cornerstone.
"Respectable human race, terrible human race..."
The saints finally understood why the human race was so weak, but eventually stood out among all races and became the master of all worlds.
"Compared to the human race, our Kunlun people are simply a group of giant babies."
"This saint has cultivated for ten thousand years, yet I want to shed tears for the saints of the human race."
"If I can return to the Ten Thousand Worlds, I will migrate my entire clan, naturalize as a human, and strive to become a member of the human race. This is the true honor."
"Think about the ancestors of the human race and compare them with our ancestors. They are just a group of beasts."
“This is a noble creature.”
Di Mo sighed and said, "Not just you. After years of trying to figure out the intentions of the saints of the human race, we want to slap ourselves in the face. Even though we, the Emperor Clan and the Dragon Clan, are extremely talented and grew up in the best of times, our wisdom and spirit are easily crushed by the saints of the human race. The human race is indeed respectable and terrifying."
The saints looked at the backs of Fang Yun and the human saints in the dark sky, feeling filled with emotion.
Suddenly, they were shocked, because above the mountain of books behind Fang Yun, many saints were flying high with fluttering clothes, looking extremely elegant.
In front of each holy seat, there is at least one book, which may be a scripture written by the saint himself or other scriptures, and they are never the same.
Then, a strange scene appeared. The saints of the human race bowed their heads slightly and said, "I would like to share this book with all my literary friends."
boom…
Beside every human saint, there was pure white holy light rising into the sky, one holy white light column after another, with a diameter of more than two feet. It was not very thick, but the number was constantly increasing.
Finally, nearly a hundred holy white light pillars appeared around everyone.
Each column of holy white light converges and condenses, transforming into a classic of all saints.
Every holy seat of the human race is surrounded by nearly a hundred holy scriptures, which rotate slowly.
Finally, a scene appeared that shocked all the new saints and ancestors.
Every holy scripture has become the original author of that book.
Behind Fang Yun, there are more than eight thousand saints!
The holy light is bright, everyone is like a dragon, like stars floating and sinking, covering the sky and covering the world.
The mighty holy power and righteousness surged in the chaotic vacuum like a tsunami.
Everyone who saw this scene had an illusion that it was not eight thousand saints, but a peak saint ancestor!
The newly arrived saints and ancestors were stunned when they saw this scene. Even the Evil Dragon of Hell and the Dragon-Devouring Vine Ancestor were shocked.
The claws of the Evil Dragon of Hell kept scratching in the void, and the vines of the Dragon-Devouring Vine Ancestor moved in disorder.
Qing Zu was shocked and asked, "What kind of ethnic group phenomenon is this?"
"The Realm of Ten Thousand Books." Fang turned around and looked at the human saints in the sky. Many of the people there looked exactly the same, and it was impossible to tell the real ones from the fake ones.
"Is this just a vision or a real person?" Qing Zu asked again. He had experienced all eternity and lived from the ancient times to the present, but he had never seen such a vision.
Fang Yun did not respond to Qing Zu's words, but nodded slightly to the saints and said, "I would like to share the mountain of books with all my literary friends."
The human saints all over the sky nodded in response, but did not perform any formal salutes.
All the saints and ancestors, including those in the Fortress of Dusk, were waiting curiously.
Nothing happened.
“What…” Qing Zu looked at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun smiled slightly, but did not answer, and turned to face the battlefield.
"Today I come from the myriad worlds, and I will not turn back until I kill the Emperor of Heaven."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he walked forward in the air, using the Emperor God Tree as a walking stick, just like an ordinary person.
The ancestors were stunned for a moment, then hurried to catch up.
Qing Zu followed behind, muttering to himself: "What exactly is Fang Zu's great universe like?" The ancestors were shocked and fell into deep thought.
Fang Yun shared the mountain of books with eight thousand saints, but nothing happened. This was too strange. Something unexpected must have happened later.
Fang Yun took a step and led all the ancestors into the battlefield.
The Dragon Clan, the Emperor Clan and many Golden Ancestors had been observing Fang Yun. After Fang Yun entered the battlefield, the fighting suddenly stopped and the two sides separated.
"you are… "
The ancestors of the Dragon Clan and the Imperial Clan all vaguely guessed Fang Yun's identity, but they were not sure. After all, the legend was too ancient, so ancient that there were only three people left in the Imperial Clan that experienced that legend.
Thousands of Jin Zuze were exactly the same as before, their entire bodies made of gold, shining with golden light, and their faces expressionless, just staring straight at Fang Yun.
More than three thousand Golden Ancestors stood together, their ancestral might connected as one. Although they did not form a clan vision, it was like a wall of heaven and earth, standing in front of them.
Their momentum was so strong that it suppressed the ethnic visions of the Dragon Clan and the Imperial Clan.
Fang Yun ignored the ancestors of the Imperial Clan and the Dragon Clan and glanced at the more than 3,000 Golden Ancestors in front of him.
The strength of these Golden Ancestors is between the newly promoted Saint Ancestors and the new rulers of the world, and there is no peak Saint Ancestor.
Fang Yun's gaze passed through them and looked towards the battlefield deeper in the field where the fighting was even more intense.
"You guys are blocking my way."
The ancestors of the Emperor Clan and the Dragon Clan hurriedly used their holy thoughts to stop them, because both sides had a tacit understanding that a holy ancestor at the peak of his powers should not attack those below the peak.
Fang Yun took a step forward, and the moment he raised his foot, a strange scene appeared.
Behind every human saint, a densely packed sea of stars appeared. More than 8,000 seas of stars overlapped and immediately merged into one.
Thousands of stars shot up into the sky, and above the battlefield, condensed into a circular star field that was a thousand times denser than an ordinary galaxy.
Fang Yun taught the Supreme Literary Mind, Moon Chapter and Star Sentences to all the saints, and the sea of stars formed by the Moon Chapter and Star Sentences of all the saints merged into one.
When Fang Yun raised his right foot to the highest point, the sea of stars appeared.
Fang Yun did not take action, but the eight thousand saints did.
Every saint has his own holy doctrine and poetry.
Behind Fang Yun, the power of all living beings surged and combined with the eight thousand saints.
Eight thousand saints all pointed their fingers towards the three thousand golden ancestors in front of them.
In front of each saint, their own holy war poems appeared, and then, a scene that shocked the world appeared. After each holy war poem, countless identical holy war poems emerged, merging into one, as if pulling out a terrifying giant beast.
There are more than 8,000 Holy Way war poems in various forms and colors. There are arrows that can kill the sky, swords that can destroy the world, kings that can swallow up all the worlds, and flames that can burn through eternity. They are like sacred mountains, and even more like pieces of sky, carrying the breath of destruction for eternity, crossing the vacuum, and instantly reaching the three thousand golden ancestors.
The more than three thousand Golden Ancestors had no time to react and were drowned in the flood of eight thousand Holy Way war poems.
Divine energy raged, and strange lights flashed everywhere.
The peak blow, the vacuum shakes.
The three thousand golden ancestors didn't even have time to scream before they were melted away by the most powerful holy war poems of all time.
Fang Yun put down his right foot, took a complete step, crossed the vacuum, and reached the depths of the battlefield.