Fang Yun was stunned for a moment before strange information entered his mind. Hum.
Fang Yun instinctively knew that the Bloodlight Ancient Land had been illuminated by the Literati Star due to the power of the first legendary battle poem, Night Horse of the Great Desert. This had stimulated the power of the Bloodlight Ancient Land and formed the true Bloodlight Will, transforming it from an ancient land to a world.
During this transformation process, Fang Yun had created Crescent Blade and Broken Loulan. Furthermore, he had dealt with the Dragon Slaying Saber fragment and the Ancestor Emperor's head that had been suppressing the Bloodlight Will. He had obtained the complete approval of the Bloodlight Will and was about to become the legendary Bloodlight Lord.
Subsequently, Fang Yun had been attacked by the power left behind by the Ancestor Emperor Xiong and then by the Demon Emperor. He had been mistaken for death, but in reality, his true body had been reconstructed by the Bloodlight Will.
The sun represented the light of a world and contained the ability to nurture the life of a world. Thus, the will of the Blood Light transported Fang into the Blood Light Sun and became the legendary Great Sun Emperor, which was the true Lord of Blood Light.
Fang Yun instantly understood the beauty of his new body. As long as he was in the Bloodlight Ancient Land, his body would be indestructible. Furthermore, as the Bloodlight Lord, he could control the entire Bloodlight World to a certain extent.
Now, Fang Yun was the master of the Bloodlight World. With a single word, all laws would follow.
As long as the Bloodlight World existed and its lifespan was not up, even the Saints and Ancestor Gods could only seal Fang Yun. They could not kill him completely.
However, once he left the Bloodlight World, the Bloodlight Lord's power would not be as strong. However, Fang Yun's body had been reconstructed by the power of the Bloodlight World and had obtained unexpected growth.
His body, Literary Palace, Wen Xing Long Jue, Talent Qi, Literary Courage, Literary Heart, and other powers had all undergone changes. Some of the changes had already been completed, such as the high-grade Literary Heart, while others were still undergoing changes.
The high-grade Literary Heart had finally reached the saint grade!
The basic power of the saint grade Literary Heart did not change, but the Literary Heart Flame had two layers of flames, which was equivalent to having an additional Literary Heart that only the Saints could obtain!
Even though Fang Yun was billions of miles away from the Turbid World Clear Lotus, he could still see it clearly. Zong Gancun's sharp tongue was pressed against Yun Zhaochen's neck. The sword had already pierced through Yun Zhaochen's skin and was about to cut his throat.
Yun Zhaochen closed his eyes and waited for death. His face was calm.
Zong Ganfu revealed an undisguised smug expression. Killing Yun Zhaochen was enough to intimidate all the Bloodlight Grand Scholars, making this trip to the Bloodlight Ancient Lands even smoother.
Despair filled the hearts of many students. Zong Gancuo's actions caused them to feel a chill down their spine. This was the power of an aristocratic clan. This was the attitude of the Zong Clan.
Those who obey me will prosper, those who oppose me will perish.
At such a time. Fang Yun was no longer in the mood to observe the changes in his body. He extended his hand naturally, pointing at Yun Zhaochen from who knew how many billions of kilometres away.
"Thou art invincible!"
Billions of miles away, Fang Yun saw Zong Gan Cuo's tongue sword get bounced back by Pei Mou's powerful force. At the same time, he heard the sound of the tongue sword cracking.
Crack …
Zong Gan Fu's Sovereign King Ancient Sword was filled with cracks. In an instant, the sword tip fell off.
"Ugh …" Zong Gan Cuo's body swayed. He hurriedly covered his mouth. Large amounts of blood flowed out from his mouth. Following that, his ears, eyes, and nose began to bleed.
All his orifices were bleeding.
"Brother Zong!" Many Saint Origin World scholars rushed to Zong Gan Cuo's side.
The rest looked at Yun Zhaochen.
The wound on Yun Zhaochen's tongue sword had completely healed. There was no trace left. Other than that, there were no other changes. There was no powerful aura. There was no shocking change in his body.
But why would the Grand Scholar's sharp tongue be hurt by the rebound when he fell on it?
"What happened?"
All the Grand Scholars were dumbfounded.
Yun Zhaochen also did not know what had happened. He reached out to touch his neck, but there was no wound. Then, he went to look at Zong Gan Cuo.
Zong Gan Cuo was supported by two Grand Scholars. His eyes were blank. If the tongue sword had only cracked, there was still a chance of recovery. Now that the tongue sword had been cut, the possibility of recovery was close to zero. The most serious thing was that it would affect his courage, making it difficult for him to become a Grand Scholar.
Zong Gan Cuo was stunned for a while. He looked at Yun Zhaochen, his eyes burning with anger. He used all his strength to shout, "What kind of demonic art did you use?"
Yun Zhaochen shook his head instinctively. He really did not know what had happened.
"Men, kill him! Quick, I want to see him die in front of me! I want to see him die! " Zong Gan Cuo had completely lost his mind. He could have easily killed this person, but his tongue sword had been cut off. His Saint Path was blocked. He could not tolerate this.
Chai Ling said, "This is strange. I'll use a normal weapon!" As he spoke, he took out an extremely sharp dagger from the Lake Shell. He waved it with all his might and slashed at Yun Zhaochen's neck.
When the dagger's blade touched Yun Zhaochen's neck, Chai Ling felt a strong resistance from his hand. Then, the dagger made a crisp sound and shattered into pieces.
Chai Ling held the dagger's hilt and stood on the Meteoric Rise. Even if he used the dagger to cut the Demon Emperor, as long as the Demon Emperor did not use any strength, the dagger would only be sent flying.
"A Saint Body? How can it be a Saint Body? "Zong Gan Cuo shouted in disbelief. She was shocked and scared. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
Tan Hemu muttered to himself, "It seems like it's true. Legend has it that when Half-saint's weapons were used, they were not injured at all. Could Yun Zhaochen be a hidden Half-saint? "
As soon as he said this, all the scholars were shocked. Some of the scholars from Saint Origin even felt their legs go weak.
The difference between a scholar and a Half-saint was far greater than the difference between a normal person and a scholar.
Attacking a Half-saint was a true blasphemy against the human race. The entire family would be killed.
Zong Gan Cuo was a member of the Half-saint family, so the punishment would be lighter. Once someone was deemed to have attacked a Half-saint, the entire family would be killed except for the eldest son of the direct bloodline.
Some scholars were hesitating whether to kneel or not.
Yun Zhaochen said helplessly, "I don't know what happened, but I know that I am not a Half-saint. I don't know why I have such power."
Suddenly, the sun shone brightly. Everyone squinted their eyes and looked at the rising sun above the horizon.
The sun had just risen, and it was red and round. It was huge, like the ruler of heaven and earth. It was already very bright, but now it was so bright that it could burn people's eyes.
Then, everyone was stunned. This was because a figure appeared in the center of the sun.
That person was wearing a white robe. His robe fluttered in the wind, and he looked free and easy. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, but his eyes were deep and boundless, as if they contained a corner of the starry sky.
This young man walked in the sun, spreading endless light. It was as if he was the father of heaven and earth, and everything was born in his hands.
He was like a father, like a king, like a god, like a saint.
All the scholars were in awe and wanted to kneel down.
"Isn't that Fang Yun …" Yun Zhaochen muttered to himself.
All the scholars were stunned. That person's image was too lofty and glorious. No one had thought of Fang Yun, but after thinking carefully, that person was indeed Fang Yun!
Everyone blinked, but Fang Yun had already disappeared from the sun.
"It must be an illusion …" Yun Zhaochen rubbed his eyes.
"It must be an illusion!" Zong Gan Cuo said fiercely.
The sunlight receded, and it became as gentle as an ordinary morning light.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Suddenly, they saw a shooting star flying in the sky.
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