Fang Ning only laid down for five days before he could no longer continue lying down because there was a problem that System No. 2 could not solve.
"Wake up, Mr. Rich Boss," Sir System urged. "Something happened on the big screen."
Fang Ning got up lazily and began to look at the big screen.
On the screen, something really happened.
Vigilante A had just arrived at a Taoist temple and the place was already in flames. The entire magnificent palace was burned to the ground, and those precious books were naturally burned.
The raging flames and soaring smoke symbolized the complete end of an era.
"Oh, my incarnation is a step behind, and I don't know how much slower it will be because there are riots against cultivators everywhere. I don't know how much excellent Upper Realm culture will be lost. You have to quickly go back and think of a solution." Sir System urged.
"Oh, sorry, I actually forgot about this." Fang Ning slapped his head. He originally thought that it was just the beginning and there was still time to collect ancient books, but he did not expect the entire Upper Realm to be in flames.
It seemed that the cultivators' tyranny had also accumulated hundreds of millions of years of hatred and conflicts of interest. Once they lost their power, it would be a tragic sight to refer to the changes of dynasties in Earth's history.
"You're just lazy. In the past, whenever you say you want to work hard, you always work hard for a few days, at most a few months, and then you go silent." Sir System reprimanded, "Just now, it's not easy to get a good start, so you quickly go back and rest. Is there a powerhouse like you?"
"…" Fang Ning had nothing to say and could only embarrassedly crawl into the coffin.
"Uh, I think the design of your coffin is a little profound." Fang Ning was just about to open the spiritual connection when he suddenly thought of something.
"What profound meaning?"
"Those who listen to you will all enter the coffin." Fang Ning spat out a sentence and quickly slipped away.
"…"
…
Back in the Upper Realm, Fang Ning looked at the fire below and thought for a while. He should not be too bold, he should keep a low profile and find an agent.
He thought for a while and found Feng Yangzi and the other. At this time, both of them were doing experiments in a remote village.
The "Incense God Transformation Ability" had two parts, one was the believers, and the other was the master.
As the name suggested, one was a client, while the other was a server. It followed the path of gathering spiritual force from the Nets Above Snares Below, but it was more suitable for the environment and conditions of the Upper Realm.
Fang Ning soon realized that it was different from Earth. Here, it was much more difficult for the mortals to cultivate the power of Divine Sense. There were more than two thousand people in a village, but only one or two people were able to cultivate the power of Divine Sense.
Although the time was too short, after all, the two sides were separated for less than ten days, this was the result of someone personally guiding them.
"Either the people haven't developed their wisdom, or the laws of heaven and earth have changed," Fang Ning guessed.
However, now was not the time to solve this problem. After all, looking at the expressions of Feng Yangzi and Ye Zichen, they were very satisfied.
That was true. It was already very difficult for a ray of light to appear in the midst of despair.
After all, the power of Divine Sense was also a mysterious power. Although it was not as useful as Dharmic powers and had many flaws, such as the difficulty of immortality, the difficulty of tempering one's body, and so on, it could not be used as energy to nourish one's physical body.
On the other hand, in order to cultivate the power of Divine Will, he had to consume a lot of nutrients from his body.
This was the reason why a mage's physique was set at 1 point in many fantasy novels.
"The mortals are ignorant and are destroying the ancient books everywhere. It is really distressing. Think of a way. It would be best if you could build a Daozang Palace, a Sutra Depository, and gather all the ancient books of Daoism and Buddhism. This way, you will have something to look forward to in the future," Fang Ning directly ordered.
Anyway, these two had said before that they would be at his beck and call. Of course, he would not stand on ceremony.
If it was in the past, he might have to consider the feelings of others. Now, it should be others who should consider his feelings.
Feng Yangzi and Shuiqingzi looked at each other.
Then, Feng Yangzi said respectfully, "Supreme Deity, if you allow us to teach the previous Celestial Techniques to other Taoist friends, this matter will not be difficult."
"There is no harm in teaching, as long as you can save those ancient books in time," Fang Ning naturally agreed.
"Thank you for your generosity, Supreme Deity."
On the surface, Fang Ning said goodbye to the two, but in reality, he was secretly watching how the two would act.
After Vigilante A left, the young man with a long beard, Feng Yangzi, and the old woman with white hair, Shuiqingzi, began to discuss.
"Senior Brother, do you have any ideas?"
"That's easy. If we want to collect the ancient books of the world, we can't leave the secular dynasties. As long as we pass the Taoist Techniques taught by the Supreme Deity to them, I believe they will help us collect them."
"Will this lead to a backlash? I heard that those dynasties have begun to destroy Daoism and Buddhism. It's simply crazy."
"Hmph, they are not crazy. I'm afraid they have the instructions of the gods. If they don't kill more competitors, how will the gods survive longer?" Feng Yangzi said sarcastically.
"I see, it seems that these people in the dynasties have become the gods' pawns again."
"It has always been like this," Feng Yangzi said disdainfully.
Hearing this, Fang Ning already understood what the other party should do.
As expected, a strong dragon cannot suppress a snake in its own territory. No matter how powerful the System No. 2 was, time was limited.
Using these two fellows who were familiar with the ground, they could hook up a large net and gradually push it forward. This was more efficient than doing it himself.
This was also one of the reasons why the conquerors often used the indigenous people.
However, of course, he would not let the System No. 2 be idle. The Primary World was too big. Just these two agents were not enough, and relying on the "Incense God Transformation Ability" was not enough either.
Thinking of this, he withdrew his spiritual sense and returned to the System Space.
"Sir, give me two hundred bottles of Dragon Clan Honey-flavored Pills."
"What do you want it for?" Sir System was distressed.
"I've already told you, you can't catch the wolf without sacrificing the child. Hurry up and hand it over. You're a God-level System, don't be so stingy. I want to use it as bait so that I can mobilize those people to help us collect the books," Fang Ning advised.
"You're wrong. A lot of people who go bankrupt start from squandering." Sir System only took out a hundred bottles for him.
After doing this, Fang Ning returned to the Primary World of the Upper Realm.
"System No.2, go to the largest city nearby and see if there's a business organization called 'Million Treasure Pavilion'," Fang Ning ordered.
This "Million Treasure Pavilion" was naturally what he saw from the travelogue. It was said that it was a large cross-border business organization that traversed across the heavens of the Upper Realm. It had twelve supreme gods as its backing.
Its purpose was naturally to collect offerings for the gods to provide all kinds of enjoyment and entertainment for the gods.
After all, the gods had millions of years to live. In such a long time, under the situation where their cultivation could not continue to break through, other than looking for further immortality, they would enjoy all kinds of entertainment. Otherwise, they would be like a stone with a clear heart and few desires. There would be no motivation to live, and it would be easy to enter a state of nirvana.
Now, their days were obviously not good … The owner could not eat his fill, and the dog was naturally not far from being slaughtered.
According to the travelogue, their scale had shrunk again and again. Previously, they were spread all over the mountains and fields. Now, only one or two branches could be seen in some very large cities.
Moreover, their position was also in jeopardy because there were too many eyes on them.
Therefore, when they heard that they were transforming, they were not fools. Troubled times were approaching, and the gods did not appear. The Million Treasure Pavilion began to collude with the local nobles and turned into a local business organization to serve the imperial court and the nobles. They were no longer just the dogs of the Upper Realm gods.
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