There were no enemies in the ice mountains, so the humans used the map to find the smoothest mountain to climb.
After a full five days, the human troop finally arrived at a large slope. Then, they slid down the slope in groups as if they were on a slide.
Some of the children and young people laughed happily. Some of them even shouted to vent their depression.
However, most of them were expressionless. They couldn't laugh no matter what.
Not only were there traces of humans climbing on the ice mountains, but there were also corpses.
Due to overwork and the erosion of the Ice Emperor Palace's cold air, the human population had dropped to six hundred and eighty thousand.
The Star Demon and Barbarian private soldiers protected Fang Yun. They quickly went down the slope and gathered below.
Hu Li stood behind Fang Yun's wheelchair again and pushed Fang Yun.
It was supposed to be a happy moment, but Hu Li was frowning.
This was because she sensed that Fang Yun's life aura had slowed down since they entered the Ice Emperor Palace. Until now, he was only at the level of a Grand Scholar.
Fang Yun sat in his wheelchair and looked ahead.
It was still a world of snow. It was a vast expanse of whiteness. They could only see things within fifty miles. Everything further away was covered by the snow. In addition, the snow contained the power of the Ice Emperor Palace. Even the great scholars couldn't extend their spiritual sense beyond fifty miles.
This was a very bad environment for the humans.
After a short hustle and bustle, everyone readied themselves.
However, the humans were too tired. The six great scholars followed the original plan and ordered them to rest here for a day and a night. They weren't in a hurry to fight with the Ice Emperor Palace.
After the inspector inspected the camp, he handed in a document that made the great scholars frown.
Apart from the soldiers and the scholars with strong self-discipline, seventy percent of the people had run out of rations.
Along the way, many people couldn't help but eat more to resist the cold. It wasn't greed, but an instinctive need. It was necessary for the body to resist the cold.
For the great scholars who could control the climate, water wasn't a problem, but rations were.
The six great scholars and the scholars gathered together and discussed. Only Yan Ningxiao was the calmest. Fang Yun seemed to be uninvolved.
Along the way, the six Great Scholars didn't sleep or rest. The Ice Emperor Palace was too cold, and they had to constantly release their energy to drive the cold away. Otherwise, at least one-third of them would freeze to death.
Yan Ningxiao was better off, but Ji Qingyang, who had been seriously injured by the Frost Monarch's guards, hadn't fully recovered yet. His injuries had long since healed, but Wen Tai had been attacked by the self-detonation of the Frost Monarch's guards.
In the past few days, Fang Yun had not been idle. He had successfully absorbed part of the power of the Lord of Pestilence in the medical book and transformed it into the Human Race's Medical Platform, attacking the platform with poison.
This kind of literary platform was very unique and had two main functions.
The first function was very simple. It was to attack with poison. Because most of the power came from the clone of the Lord of Pestilence, the poison used to attack Wen Tai contained the nature of the power of a Saint and was extremely domineering. The poison couldn't compare to the power of the Lord of Pestilence in terms of toxicity, but it wasn't inferior in terms of control. Fang Yun had made a choice. After all, any poison that went out of control would cause great losses to the Human Race.
The second function was an ability that only the Human Race's Medical School could master. It was also the origin of the name Poison Attack Wen Tai. It was to fight poison with poison.
In the future, if they encountered any poison, even if it was a new poison that the Medical School was helpless against, as long as the Poison Attack Wen Tai appeared, it would be able to defeat and devour the poison with pure power.
The Poison Attack Wen Tai was a very small branch of the Medical School. Very few people had created it, because it had a great weakness.
The amount of poison that the scholars could control was limited. In order to create a fully controllable Poison Attack Wen Tai, they had to suppress and weaken the poison. This led to the Poison Attack Wen Tai's limited power.
If its power wasn't enough, its actual use in battle would be limited. Therefore, the real purpose of the person who created the Poison Attack Wen Tai was to go to areas with poisonous creatures and be responsible for dealing with those natural poisons to ensure the safety of the Human Race's army. It wasn't to go to the battlefield to fight with the Demons and Barbarians.
However, the power of Fang Yun's Poison Attack Wen Tai originated from the Lord of Pestilence. It was a giant demon that was half a step into the realm of a Saint. If it wasn't for a coincidence, Fang Yun wouldn't have been able to subdue its poison even if he became a Great Scholar.
This meant that Fang Yun's Poison Attack Wen Tai had unlimited potential. As long as it was nurtured, it would be able to approach the level of the Lord of Pestilence.
After all, the Poison Attack Wen Tai was the Medical School's literary platform. Once the Medical School's literary platform was completed, Fang Yun's body and literary palace would slowly strengthen. This was something that no other power could compare to.
Fang Yun sat in his chair, thinking about how to create the next literary platform.
The literary palace was the foundation of a literary platform. The stronger the literary palace, the more literary palaces could be created. Some people, regardless of the strength of their literary palaces, would only cultivate one literary platform their entire life. Some people wanted to cultivate multiple literary platforms, but eventually gave up because their literary palaces weren't strong enough.
Fang Yun had once deduced the power of his literary palace. It could accommodate nine literary platforms, which had never happened before in the history of the Human Race.
Now, he had already created the Confucian People's Literary Platform, the Poetry School's Sea Literary Platform, the Dragons' Literary Platform, and the Medical School's Poison Attack Wen Tai. The Shi School's Literary Platform was the last to be completed. There were still four literary platforms to consider.
There were many types of literary platforms. The Military School, the School of Farming, the School of Craftsmen, the School of Legalism, the School of Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting were all options. Choosing a literary platform was far more difficult than creating one.
"The Duke of Jianmei became stronger because he specialized in the Sword Garret's literary platform. He strengthened the Blood-Dripping Ancient Sword and made it purer. Once he became a Saint, it might become the strongest sword of the Divine Path in history. My True Dragon Sword's foundation is more solid. I used the bones of the True Dragon to forge the sword and have a large amount of Dragon Qi. I don't need to waste the power of a literary platform to strengthen it. Moreover, the True Dragon Sword can transform into a dragon. In the future, I can find a way to directly absorb the power of the True Dragon Literary Platform to strengthen the ancient sword. "
"As for Zither, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting, they all have their own advantages. Unfortunately, I've been running around and don't have much time to cultivate. Those who are successful in this field usually train hard for more than ten years. It's not suitable for me."
"The literary platforms of the School of Craftsmen and the School of Farming are both very strong. The School of Craftsmen has unparalleled defense, while the School of Farming can directly trigger the Celestial Phenomenon. However, the number of literary platforms is limited. I have to choose."
Fang Yun thought about it and realized that if he were to slowly choose from a large number of literary platforms, it might take months to decide. Instead of wasting time on this, he might as well choose a literary platform that he had to create.
"The Military School is number one in killing. I can't let it go. I have obtained the inheritance of the Ancient Demons. If I can integrate it into a literary platform, I can't let it go. After all, they were once the Master of All Worlds. However, I have to finish at least half of the History of the Ancient Demons before I can create the Ancient Demon Literary Platform. Otherwise, I won't be able to control that power. As the Master of Bloodlight, if I can absorb the power of the Bloodlight World to form a literary platform, then the power … "
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