In the Lei family far away in Jia Country, hundreds and thousands of tables were overturned and chairs were smashed.
There were many discussions in the Lei family's meeting room.
"Damn it, we should've used the Lightning Ancestor's inheritance to help the Flood Dragon Saint Palace!"
"Who knew that the Flood Dragon Saint Palace was so useless. They always boasted about how great they were, but they lost so quickly. How are we going to help?"
"Unfortunately, the West Sea Dragon Saint was injured and is in seclusion. If he was still here, with the Lightning Ancestor's inheritance, Fang Yun wouldn't dare to act rashly."
"But then again, Fang Yun is going all out. Once the Flood Dragon Saint returns to Saint Origin World, he will definitely exterminate his entire family. Even the Notre-Dame won't be able to stop him! After all, he did exterminate the Flood Dragon Saint Palace. Even if Fang Yun becomes a Saint, as long as the Flood Dragon Saint says that it's an internal conflict, the Notre-Dame won't be able to interfere. After all, the Flood Dragon Saint wasn't the one who started the massacre, but Fang Yun. According to the agreement between the two races, the other Half-saint shouldn't interfere. "
"Hehe, Fang Yun must've gotten some benefits from the Ten Cold Ancient Land and Fu Yue's help. However, I think that this is a good thing. If he continues to be cautious, even if he knows Fu Yue, he won't dare to touch the Flood Dragon Saint Palace. That's why we need to be vigilant. "
"That's right! Fang Yun actually dared to invade the Flood Dragon Saint Palace. In a few days, he'll definitely be destroyed. "
"However, it's hard to do anything to him now. He was already the Lord of Blood Light and the Lord of the Yangtze River. If the six secondary saint clans were to take a tough stance and Fang Yun made great contributions to the Ten Frigid Ancient Land, Fang Yun would definitely become the Lord of the Ten Frigid Ancient Land. In that case, Fang Yun will be the Lord of three lands, which is unheard of. If he occupies more lands, then it will be no small matter. "
"I heard that the more lands he occupies, the stronger his literary platform will be, and the stronger his literary world will be!"
"Indeed. That's why we have to suppress his power with all our might and stop him from becoming the Master of Ten Colds. We can't let him continue to grow!"
"It's a pity that the family head doesn't seem to care about Fang Yun at all. He's been biding his time."
"I think the Patriarch is doing the right thing. The previous Patriarch … Sigh, I don't think I need to say it. Why don't we continue to hide our strength and bide our time? When the time comes, we can take down Fang Yun with a thunderous force and wipe away our previous humiliation!"
"That's right. Our Patriarch has the potential to become a Half-saint. We shouldn't make a fuss with Fang Yun."
"I heard that the family head is looking for someone to enter Dragon City …"
"Cough … Don't talk nonsense about this!"
Gyeongo Palace, Imperial Garden.
The eunuch yelled at the top of his lungs, "Come and save him! His Majesty has fainted again …"
After the eunuch finished speaking, he slapped himself twice. His face was ashen, and he started to think of a way out.
"Why did you say 'again'?" The eunuch was filled with regret.
At the entrance of the Yangtze River, Wen Xing Long Jue Palace.
Fang Yun slowly opened his eyes and revealed a faint smile. He thought to himself, This Ocean Patrol Palace is indeed extraordinary. Sitting in it, he can control everything that happens in the Yangtze River basin. His control of the Yangtze River is second only to his control of the Bloodlight World.
From now on, the longest and largest river of the human race will be Fang Yun's.
As long as he was in this palace, even a Half-saint could only return with a grievance.
However, what satisfied Fang Yun the most was not the position or power of the Master of the Yangtze River, but the entire process.
When he first became the Master of the Bloodlight World, Fang Yun experienced the process of growing up from a baby to a child. It was a kind of power that caused all things to sprout. It was a thriving spirit that caused all of Fang Yun's power to be filled with vitality and vigor. His heart was filled with hope. After obtaining the spiritual energy of the spiritual land, this kind of power became even more obvious.
Now that he had taken over as the Master of the Yangtze River, he received another kind of baptism.
Indeed, the Yangtze River's nature was inferior to a world, but Fang Yun experienced the will that the Master of the Bloodlight World could not experience. The desire and expectations of the people on both sides of the Yangtze River, the rich history and culture of the Yangtze River, the surging and persistence of the water of the Yangtze River, and the coexistence and resistance of the human race with nature!
If the Bloodlight World allowed Fang Yun to obtain the power of heaven and earth, then the Yangtze River allowed Fang Yun to obtain the spirit of the human race.
Whether it was the past, present, or future, countless human spirits were connected to the Yangtze River and imprinted themselves here. Not only were there ordinary people, but there were even Half-saint who wrote poems and essays and discussed the world by the Yangtze River.
The Yangtze River picked up their spirits one by one.
The human race nurtured by the Yangtze River was not inferior to an ocean.
After becoming the Master of the Bloodlight World, Fang Yun's Myriad People Literature Platform grew because the Bloodlight World also had tens of thousands of people.
After becoming the Master of the Yangtze River, Fang Yun felt that his True Dragon Literature Platform had grown stronger. Even the True Dragon Sword had gained a kind of tenacity, completely eliminating the flaw of being too hard and easily breaking.
Fang Yun calmly pondered on how to forge his Literature Platform. Eastern Sage Wang Jinglong wanted him to forge two Literature Platforms. He could prepare the Bloodlight Literature Platform now, but it wasn't time for him to forge the other one. Other than that, he still needed to forge the Shi Family Literature Platform and the Military Literature Platform. The Shi Family Literature Platform could be delayed, but now was the time to try out the Military Literature Platform.
"Should I forge the Bloodlight Literature Platform or the Military Literature Platform first?"
However, an instant later, Fang Yun decided to start forging the Bloodlight Literature Platform after carrying the Bloodlight World on his back. As for the Military Literature Platform, there was no need to forge a small Literature Platform. If he wanted to forge a truly strong Literature Platform, he would have to personally experience a real war. No amount of battles or campaigns would be enough.
Fang Yun recalled his experiences in Saint Origin World. Actually, when he was just an Elementary Scholar, he fought against the demons and barbarians. He even killed the Turtle Demon Commander. After that, he fought against the Water Race in Jade Sea City. After that, he went to the Saint Ground, Dragon Platform and Scholar Hunting Ground. He killed countless Water Race in Ning An City. He led the army in Kong Shengwen World, led a campaign in Two World Mountain and led the human race in Ten Frigid Ancient Land. In terms of the number of enemies he killed and the scale of his battles, he had already far surpassed ordinary generals.
However, this was still not enough to forge the best Military Literature Platform.
"Let's postpone the Military Literature Platform for a while."
Fang Yun looked ahead and saw that the Water Race were still kneeling. Ao Huang and Fu Yue were floating in the water with their heads held high.
Fang Yun looked at the sky and saw that it was already night time. He stood up and said, "Follow me for a walk."
Fu Yue chuckled and said, "Brother, when are we splitting the spoils?"
"When we return to the Blood Light Realm," Fang Yun said.
Ao Huang chuckled and said, "I also want to see the Blood Light Realm and enter the Dragon City ruins to take a look."
Fu Yue placed his short legs on Ao Huang and said, "Let's go together."
"If you're not afraid of death, I won't stop you." Ao Huang rolled his eyes at Fu Yue.
Fu Yue hesitated for a few breaths and nodded. "Forget it, ordinary Ancient Demons can go in, but I'll definitely be in trouble. I reckon all the Sinned Turtle Prison Wagons will catch me. By the way, Fang Yun, where are we going? "
Fang Yun didn't answer and simply walked on the water.
As the Literati Star continued to approach, the night in Saint Origin World was always brighter than the full moon.
As a rare auspicious day, there were wedding banquets all over the Ten Nations.
Besides, today, Fang Yun had seized the Flood Dragon Palace and become the first Lord of the Yangtze River in human history. Countless scholars called their friends and held literary gatherings to chat about the world, compose poems, and celebrate this rare day.
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