After Fang Yun sat cross-legged, the mist butterfly left Fang Yun's shoulder, flapped its wings and flew to a rock nearby. Then the surface of its body changed, becoming exactly the same as the rock, and it was impossible to see through it even if one looked carefully.
Although Wudie is still young, he has mastered the dual powers of strange wind and weak water. Once he gets close and launches a sneak attack, the combined impact of weak water and strange wind will surely kill even the most powerful Jinshi.
Fang Yunshen entered the Wen Palace.
Wen Gong vibrated slightly, with a small amplitude but an extremely fast frequency.
The light of Wenxin's lamp flickered as if blown by the wind.
The brilliance of the literary advisor also waxed and waned.
Fang Yun was extremely surprised when he saw this scene, because this phenomenon was called "Wen Gong Sublimation", which was a phenomenon that could only occur when a Jinshi or a Jinshi was promoted to a literary position, and it was possible to fail!
Jinshi and those below Jinshi were all selected through imperial examinations and were naturally talented, so there was no possibility of failure. However, after Jinshi, each promotion to a higher rank would face the possibility of failure. If one failed three times in the attempt to advance to a higher rank, there would be no hope in this life, unless a semi-saint appointed him or used divine objects to repair the palace of literature.
Fang Yun was very worried at first, because there had been no Saint-Premier Scholars in the Ten Kingdoms for a long time, and no one told him that Saint-Premier Scholars needed to go through the Wen Palace for sublimation. However, when his eyes fell on the starry sky of the Wen Palace, he felt relieved.
There are seventy-three stars suspended in the sky, and each star is Fang Yun's work. In addition to those poems, there are also articles or scriptures he wrote. There is no doubt that those who can be transformed into stars in the palace of composition are all high-level works in the human race.
These seventy-three stars seemed to have connected into one, emitting strong star-white light that fell on every part of the Wen Palace, slowing down and reducing the vibration of the Wen Palace.
Not to mention the most outstanding juren throughout history, even Cao Zhi, Ji Kang, Sima Qian, Han Xin, Sima Xiangru, Dong Zhongshu, Zhuge Liang and all the other geniuses when they were Jinshi or even Hanlin, their literary talents could not compare to Fang Yun, who was a juren.
The starlight of the Wen Palace condensed from seventy-three stars is like a towering mountain, suppressing the Wen Palace and reducing the possibility of failure in its sublimation.
At the same time, the statue of Fang Yun in the Wen Palace began to slowly crack from the head, making a light crackling sound.
The three finger-thick talents on the self-portrait are slowly expanding. After expanding to the thickness of arms, they immediately shrink, and this cycle repeats.
Fang Yun suddenly realized that the reason why he was promoted from a juren to a jinshi was mainly because of his extraordinary talent.
Normally, the promotion of one talent smoke column has tremendous power. Now that three talent smoke columns are promoted together, forming a talent resonance, it would be strange if the entire Wen Palace did not tremble.
Fang Yun looked at the two sides of the Wen Palace again. There were originally murals on both sides, but they were later destroyed and have not been restored until now. Fang Yun still doesn't know why.
As the resonance of talent was formed, the myriad worlds changed dramatically.
It was already night on the Shengyuan Continent. The bright Wenqu Star was hanging high in the center, like a small moon shining upon all the worlds. The majestic Wenqu Starlight fell on the Shengyuan Continent, nourishing the human race.
In the old house of Zhang Heng's family, the Zhang family members were learning about astronomy and geography. An old gentleman was pointing at a ten-foot-high armillary sphere and said, "This armillary sphere was imitated by the second-generation head of the Zhang family. Although it is far inferior to the semi-saintly treasure made by Zhang Zu himself, it has become a great scholar's treasure because it was sent to Zhang Zu's former residence and nourished by the holy energy. It is enough to move the stars and shock the villains. The armillary sphere has insight into the mysteries of the stars. Once the stars change drastically, it will inevitably..."
"Boom..."
The appearance of the armillary sphere is a spherical object composed of multiple rings, including the equatorial ring, the ecliptic ring, the meridian ring, the celestial sphere, etc. It moves according to the celestial phenomena, which is magical.
But at this moment, the rings of the replica armillary sphere spun wildly as if madly, making a huge roar and bursting out with strong energy, blowing the people around to the ground.
Afterwards, the armillary sphere slowly rose.
"How could this be! Is the armillary sphere ineffective?"
"Boom..."
There was a loud noise not far away, and a sharp-eyed disciple shouted, "Look, that's the armillary sphere made by Zhang Zu himself!"
"Oh no! The armillary sphere rushed out from Zhang Zu's former residence. Is there a powerful enemy invading?"
When the Zhang family looked over, they saw a genuine armillary sphere that was ten stories high breaking through the house and hanging high in the air, with all the rings of the armillary sphere spinning wildly.
At the same time, thousands of replica armillary spheres of the Zhang family flew into the air and spun wildly, leaving everyone stunned.
"Star Change! It's Star Change! Look up!"
When the Zhang family disciple looked up, he saw that the stars in the sky were suddenly distorted. Each star turned into a curved streak of starlight, like a flying meteor, filling the sky with streaks of starlight.
However, the Wenquxing in the center remains a separate star.
This Wenquxing not only did not distort into starlight like other stars, but instead suddenly formed a majestic aura that dominated the world and shone forever, making people want to worship it.
"The stars are changing! It's a star change! I just don't know whether it's a joy or a sorrow."
Replicas of the Zhang Heng family's armillary spheres were scattered throughout the Ten Kingdoms. Even those ordinary replicas were spinning wildly and flying into the air at this moment.
From Xuezhou of Wu State in the north to Linzhou of Yun State in the south, from the shores of the East China Sea in the east to the edge of the desert in the west, wherever there are human beings, everyone looks up to the sky.
At the beginning, Wenquxing only exuded great power, but as time went on, everyone found that Wenquxing became bigger, and its light suddenly became brighter!
All the readers couldn't help but take a deep breath because they felt that the Wenquxing power in the air was increasing rapidly!
Across the ten countries, countless scholars shouted loudly, and some even burst into tears.
"The revival of the human race! The revival of the human race!" an old scholar shouted.
"Wenquxing is getting closer to our Shengyuan Continent! What great news!"
"May the music of heaven bless the human race!"
"Who did this? Could it be that the Holy Master Confucius appeared and saved our race from the dire straits?"
"When the stars turn, a saint will appear! Which great scholar will be promoted to a semi-saint, or which semi-saint will become a sub-saint?"
Wu State, Yi House.
The great scholar Yi Zhishi, who had already been awarded the title of Literary Master, looked up at the sky with a smile on his face: "The movement of Wenqu Star that day was not for me, but the movement of Wenqu Star today must be related to me. I can feel the unprecedented strong power of Wenqu Star from Wenqu Star! Soon, I will be canonized as a saint!"
Qing country, the clan family.
A man in white, who looked no more than fifty years old, looked up at the sky with a slightly curved mouth.
"It is a perfect opportunity, and I have no choice but to take the lead. My family will surely prosper!" After he said this, he opened his mouth and inhaled. Immediately, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky that only people with high literary status could see. The vital energy within a radius of three thousand miles suddenly spun rapidly, forming a huge funnel. All the Wenqu star power in the sky condensed into tiny bits of starlight along the vital energy funnel and fell down, and finally all fell into this person's mouth.
Daofeng Mountain, Holy Temple.
The three imperial examination examiners who had been sitting in the Temple of All Saints for several years suddenly stood up at the same time, walked to the door of the Temple of All Saints, looked up at the sky, their faces flushed.
"Unbelievable! Wenquxing has moved. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It can only be achieved when King Wen is canonized!"
"The Wenqu Star Power here is so strong, and the star shift is still continuing. From now on, the Wenqu Star Power of Shengyuan Continent will definitely exceed that of several ancient lands!"
"The movement of the Wenqu star is a sign of the revival of the human race!"
"No, this is Wenquxing." Dongsheng King Jinglong walked over slowly.
"What? Isn't that the vision that occurred when Confucius passed away?" Mi Fengdian was slightly surprised.
Wang Jinglong smiled slightly and said, "The demon world is probably in chaos."
Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.
“Hu… Hu… Huh… Huh, huh, huh… Damn Wenquxing, why are you so close again? You’ve made my eyes itch. Sooner or later, I’ll make you unlucky!”
Grass Barbarians. Wolf Barbarians Tribe.
The Big Wolf King stared at the sky with a solemn expression.
An old barbarian king came slowly with his back hunched and a witch's staff in his hand. He said as he walked, "King, the first snow is coming. Will we go south to attack Jing Kingdom as planned?"
"Although the Wenqu Star Shift has caused a surge in the Wenqu Star Power of Shengyuan Continent, it will take at least five years for the effect to be apparent. This year, we will act according to the plan. We will set out on the day of the human race's joint examination, seize Mizhou, and then destroy the Jing Kingdom's army!"
"That Zhang Poyue is really abominable. When we conquer Mizhou, we must kill him first!"
In the demon world, above the holy trees, dark clouds formed a sea, the wind rolled like a dragon, and the thunder and lightning were like waterfalls, as if the end of the world had come.
Huge roars could be heard thousands of miles away.
"The star of literature is falling, and the human race will prosper. We can't wait any longer!"
"Tomorrow, we will send three saints and three million demon soldiers to exhaust the human race in the Two Worlds Mountain!"
"At least five saints are here!"
"That little bastard Fang Yun is already ranked eighth on the Grand Scholars List. If he can make it out of Denglongtai alive, he can at least be ranked sixth!"
"Fang Yun's matter is not urgent. He will never be able to write sixteen war poems within three years."
"Before his death, the Sage of the Barbarian Army left a will. If Fang Yun is ranked second on the Grand Scholars List, we must work together to kill him across the realm! He also said that if we wait until Fang Yun is ranked second on the Grand Scholars List before killing him, the saints of the human race will probably be ready."
"Although I am very dissatisfied with the fact that the little soldier saint has been imitating the human race, he is smarter than us! Hateful, if he had not fallen into the trap of the human race that day, he would not have been killed by Shushan!"
"If the other party strikes within three years, who will bear the backlash of the great oath between the two worlds?"
"No wonder the human race says that you rats are short-sighted. Fang Yun originally had amazing talent, and now the human race has the blessing of the literary star. How much will he grow to in three years? If he grows to become a university scholar and obtains a complete and supreme literary mind, the saints of the human race will surely protect him to the death. We will have no chance."
"He doesn't need to grow up to be a Grand Scholar. As long as he becomes a Saintly Scholar, we must take action!"
"Yes, the potential of a Saintly Scholar is far greater than becoming a world master after writing sixteen war poems! We must root out the problem!"
"If he becomes a Saint Scholar who has not been seen in a thousand years, he will definitely be ranked in the top three of the Grand Scholars List. We must start preparing. Otherwise, it will be difficult to launch the Moon Tree Divine Punishment within a month."
"Okay, let's ask His Majesty the Lion first, and he will make the final decision."
"In fact, we can wait. His Majesty the Lion's youngest son has already entered the Dragon Ascension Platform. He has the blood of a great sage and is extremely talented. His strength is no less than that of the little real dragon in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. If he encounters Fang Yun, he will be able to kill him easily."
"Shiwang's lion heart is complete, the king's blood armor is condensed, the ancestral spirit is the will of the great saint, and he has obtained the dragon eye bestowed by His Majesty the Lion in exchange for the gift of the Heavenly Tree, and the mysterious and precious Wind God Wings. He has no rivals in the Dragon Platform! Perhaps he can defeat the little real dragon, let alone Fang Yun."
"Then please ask His Majesty the Lion to make preparations for both scenarios! We will never allow the existence of the Saintly Scholar of the human race!" (To be continued...)