Hundreds of thousands of miles of the Yangtze River rose into the air and gradually turned into a dragon. Endless schools of fish and water demons were wrapped in it. They fled frantically but to no avail.
Slowly, the weakest fish and prawns were melted by an invisible force and disappeared in the water.
As the weak fish and prawns died, the aura of the Yangtze River changed. Traces of the smell of blood spread in all directions.
The red clouds that spread across hundreds of thousands of miles in the sky began to converge, slowly gathering above the Yangtze River. The red color deepened and finally condensed into a curved shape similar to the Yangtze River. It was like a wound in the sky, bright red and gorgeous.
No one knew what kind of power the red clouds had. When they formed, the red light went straight into the river, making the river seem like a living creature. It emitted a murderous aura that made people shudder.
The humans around the Yangtze River were all awakened by this terrifying scene. Every family walked out of their rooms and put on their clothes in the autumn wind, looking in the direction of the Yangtze River.
A large number of scholars held official seals and used the power of the Divine Temple to float in the air. They had a panoramic view of the changes in the Yangtze River basin.
Looking from afar, the Yangtze River was transforming into a giant dragon formed by the river water.
Its head was by the East Sea and its tail was by Mount Kunlun.
Its power was like swallowing the sea and suppressing all the mountains!
All the scholars were shocked by this huge change. This was no longer the Flood Dragon Saint patrolling the river, but the Yangtze River transforming into a dragon.
The dragon of the Yangtze River looked down on the world.
When the scholars saw this scene and connected it to the contents of the rankings, they all felt sorry for Fang Yun.
This time, the Flood Dragon Saint would definitely go all out. This time, the Yangtze River transforming into a dragon was a warning to the human Saints. If they tried to stop it, they would not rest until they were dead.
Countless letters were sent to the Li Daoyuan family. Almost all of them were letters asking for help. They hoped that Saint Li would take action and seal the Flood Dragon Saint once again.
The head of the Si family had been smiling bitterly since the beginning. He kept replying, almost all of them saying the same thing.
"Great-grandfather has been roaming the myriad worlds and hasn't returned for many days. Unless our Ji family encounters a calamity and throws a stone into the well of the holy residence, we won't be able to contact him."
After Fang Yun finished writing the four words "Records of Yue Yang Tower", he received a letter from the head of the Li Family. Taking a closer look, he saw that it was a letter of apology from the head of the Li Family. Li Sheng was traveling the myriad worlds and wasn't in the Saint Origin World. Otherwise, the Li Family would have definitely asked Li Sheng to take action. Even if they couldn't seal Jiao Sheng, who might have a great treasure, at least they wouldn't let the human Xusheng be harmed.
At the end of the letter, the head of the Ji family advised Fang Yun not to be discouraged. It was normal for him to lose to the Jiao Saint, and he should not be discouraged because of this letter.
Fang Yun sent a letter to thank the head of the Si Clan. He stopped writing and looked at the Yangtze River in front of him.
Although the head of the Si Clan was only apologizing, he had sent out an important message. The reason why the Jiao Saint could control the entire Yangtze River was because he used an unknown great treasure.
Fang Yun suddenly realized that after the Yangtze River rose into the sky, Lei Tingzhen didn't continue to attack. Instead, he was sitting on a chair and leisurely drinking tea.
Now, Lei Tingzhen didn't even look at Fang Yun. His eyes were lowered and he was calm and composed.
No matter if it was in front of Lei Tingzhen or behind him, they would all slightly lower their heads to greet him. They were extremely humble.
Even the nearby monarchs and heads of aristocratic families looked at Lei Tingzhen with a different gaze.
This was the foundation of the Lei family. This was the power that most aristocratic families didn't have.
Even if the Lei family was repeatedly suppressed by Fang Yun, even if the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace had a bad relationship with the Lei family, even if the head of the Lei family met with mishaps one after another, as long as the Lei family made a move, they could shake the world.
At this moment, Lei Tingzhen seemed to have crossed the river of history and entered the future to see the ending.
Many people sighed softly. They all said that Lei Tingzhen was the stupidest Confucian in the Lei family. But now, it seemed that this Confucian was just a little impulsive because of his personality. Once he truly grasped the situation, he would be like a normal Confucian.
When everyone saw that Fang Yun had stopped writing after writing four words, they all looked sympathetic. Obviously, the Yangtze River turning into a dragon had made Xusheng lose his composure.
Moreover, this was only the appearance of an external force. This was only the initial stage. Once the entire Yangtze River completely turned into a water dragon and became a part of the Jiao Saint's power, even if Li Daoyuan personally came, he would at most be evenly matched. He wouldn't be able to suppress the Jiao Saint like he had in the past.
Many of Fang Yun's friends, including many of them, had completely given up on the idea of winning. They only hoped that Fang Yun would simply admit defeat.
Fang Yun looked at the latest messages and found that many of his friends had sent urgent messages.
Almost everyone was persuading and comforting him.
"Fang Yun, hide in the Divine Temple, then go to the Notre-Dame to study. After a few years, the influence of this matter will disappear, and you can make a comeback."
"Since the Jiao Saint has revealed the power of the Half-saint, it is wise for you to retreat. It's not that you don't want to, but that you can't. The Literary Gathering is over. Don't force yourself to write. The value of this Literary Gathering is to let us know that you are Zhang Longxiang, and Zhang Longxiang is you. Enough, really enough. "
"This time, the Lei family, the Zong family, and Gyeongo will all attack. It is wise for you to avoid the sharp edge for now."
Fang Yun was reading the messages when he found that the Dragons' Tsing Yi Dragon King, Ao Qingyue, had also sent a message.
"Sorry, Fang Yun, I've done my best. Ao Yuwei and Ao Huang are both in the Battle Realm, and we can't contact them. Without them, none of us can persuade Grandpa Long Sheng. I thought about stealing the treasure of the East Sea Dragon Palace to help you, but I'm not a True Dragon, and I'm not the Dragon Emperor. Even if I get the treasure, I can't use it. We've already met Grandpa Long Sheng, but Grandpa Long Sheng replied, 'Don't bother the old man with such trivial matters.' In my opinion, Grandpa Long Sheng thinks that the Jiao Saint won't be too harsh on you. At most, he will force you to admit your mistake. After you become a Saint, you can use the Jiao Saint's brush to take revenge. It's not too late! "
Fang Yun was silent and looked at the Dragon of the Yangtze River.
The Dragon of the Yangtze River was becoming more and more like a Dragon, and it was getting stronger and stronger. It was moving gently like a snake, and its hundreds of thousands of miles long body was gathering in front of Baling City!
Even the ordinary people could see that once the Dragon of the Yangtze River was formed, it would most likely hover above Baling City.
A river turning into a dragon, how shocking was that?
The Confucian scholars present looked at the Dragon of the Yangtze River helplessly. They couldn't think of a way to resolve the situation.
The Lei family, Zong family, and Gyeongo officials looked at the Dragon of the Yangtze River and Fang Yun with victorious smiles on their faces.
A few of them had deep hatred for Fang Yun. They purposely spoke loudly to embarrass Fang Yun.
The noisiest ones were the people from the Black Cloud Literary Club of Ba Kong Mountain. They were extremely excited because some of them had their literary palaces destroyed by Fang Yun directly or indirectly.
"Ang …"
An earth-shattering sound came from the sky.
Everyone looked towards the direction of the sound. The Dragon of the Yangtze River had actually grown a complete head!
The Dragon of the Yangtze River's head was so huge that even though it was turning its head at an extremely fast speed, everyone felt that it was an extremely long process. It was even more difficult than turning over a mountain.
"It's over …"
Many Jingguo people were already in despair. Transforming the Yangtze River into a dragon — even if the Jiao Saint didn't make a move, it would be enough to suppress Fang Yun. Moreover, the Jiao Saint seemed to be making a move!
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