Fu Yue's body was huge, losing a bit of blood was nothing. Furthermore, the ancient demons were famous for their high production of saint blood. However, he couldn't withstand losing too much blood.
After ten breaths, Fu Yue's body moved slightly. The high temperature liquid in the core surged crazily like countless volcanoes erupting. It was extremely terrifying and could easily destroy an emperor.
Fang Yun didn't escape. Instead, his forehead glowed and an ancient demon painting flew out and entered Fu Yue's body.
Fu Yue's body trembled as Fang Yun continued to suck blood.
After another ten breaths, Fu Yue's body trembled again. Even the entire Xuemang Continent was affected.
Fang Yun kept the Spring and Autumn Brush.
As the Spring and Autumn Brush's power didn't remain on the wound, Fu Yue's body healed in the blink of an eye.
The core's trembling slowly calmed down. Fu Yue continued to sleep and cultivate.
Fang Yun held the Sea Swallowing Seashell and looked at the large amount of Fu Yue's blood.
More than a thousand drops of saint blood!
For any aristocratic family, a thousand drops of saint blood was an extremely huge number.
The saints of the human race didn't care about the body, so the true saint blood was limited. For a race like the ancient demons who dominated the world with their bodies, they could form a huge amount of saint blood.
Fang Yun looked at Fu Yue's neck again.
The bones and flesh of the saints could form saint jade. If the bone power was complete, it would form saint bones or saint bones.
"Many thanks."
Fang Yun thanked Fu Yue and quickly rose to the ground.
Just as he returned to the Saint Origin Continent, Fang Yun received a message from the West Saint Pavilion. The appearance of clouds above the Demon Realm's Wanwang Mountain meant that the Saint Burial Valley had opened. However, this was the most dangerous time. They could only officially enter after the passage to the Saint Burial Valley stabilized. Now, the Notre-Dame summoned all the humans who were about to enter the Saint Burial Valley.
Fang Yun immediately reached the Notre-Dame at the fastest speed and headed to the West Saint Pavilion. Along the way, he met many great scholars.
The current West Saint of the human race was Liu Xie, and the pavilion elder of the West Saint Pavilion was the great scholar of the Liu Family, Liu Sidao.
Fang Yun and the others entered the West Saint Pavilion. Liu Sidao was sitting on the cushion in the deepest part of the pavilion.
Liu Sidao nodded slightly as a form of greeting.
Fang Yun knew the temperament of this Liu Sidao. He was indifferent to fame and fortune, and was a man of few words. Even though he was in charge of the Western Saint Pavilion, he rarely interfered with the affairs of the pavilion. Most of his time was spent on cultivation.
The Confucian scholars greeted him with their eyes and did not say anything. They all sat on different futons.
Fang Yun walked to the first futon on the left and sat down majestically.
This was the first time Fang Yun had entered the main hall of the West Sacred Hall, and he secretly sized it up.
The Four Sacred Halls were all the same, extremely plain and simple. The West Sacred Hall was a huge wooden hall, and there were two huge wooden carvings on both sides of the walls. The left one recorded the deeds of Kong Sheng, while the right one recorded the deeds of the six Secondary Saints.
At the front of the main hall, there was only a single piece of writing.
As the four seasons go, so do all things.
This was what Kong Sheng had said.
Confucius said that he did not intend to say anything, and there was no need to say anything. Therefore, Zi Gong asked Confucius, "If you don't say anything, what can we, the disciples, pass on?"
Kong Sheng said, "What did the Heavenly Dao say? The four seasons rotated as usual, and everything grew as before. Is there a need for the Heavenly Dao to say anything? "
The conversation between Kong Sheng and Zi Gong was short, but it had been deeply studied by generations of Confucian scholars. Even now, there were different opinions.
When Fang Yun saw these eight words, a world suddenly appeared before his eyes. The world revolved, and all things grew. These eight words were placed above this world, as if the Heavenly Dao hung high above, mysterious and unfathomable. It was as if everything in the world was contained within these eight words.
At the same time, a heroic spirit rose in Fang Yun's heart. One day, he would be like Kong Sheng, comparing himself to the Heavenly Dao. Just like the Heavenly Dao, he did not speak, but he controlled all things.
These eight words were left behind by Kong Sheng himself.
Fang Yun took another look and found that these words were very ordinary. He could not see any power, and he could not even sense anything special about them. It was as if they were calligraphy that could be seen everywhere on the street.
Fang Yun looked at Liu Sidao, who was sitting under these words, and felt that they formed an interesting contrast.
There were many Confucian scholars who came to the West Sacred Hall today, but it was different from ordinary meetings. The atmosphere in the main hall was clearly too oppressive.
Even when the meeting was held, it was not like this.
Fang Yun sat up straight, but in his heart, he was thinking about going to Saint Burial Valley.
Because of the Wenqu Star, the strength of the human race increased greatly. Many Confucian scholars broke through and became Great Confucian scholars, causing the power of the upper echelons of the human race to increase greatly.
The last time Saint Burial Valley opened, the human race only sent 14 Great Confucian scholars. The main reason was that Saint Burial Valley was too dangerous, and the human race did not want too many Great Confucian scholars to die there. However, the main reason was that the human race did not have enough Great Confucian scholars.
Today, the West Sacred Hall invited 34 Great Confucian scholars.
From the Wenqu Star until now, the human race's Great Confucian scholars had doubled!
Most of the Great Confucian scholars who were invited this time had become Great Confucian scholars in recent years, and they were all new Great Confucian scholars. At the very least, they were Great Confucian scholars in the cultivation realm, and they already had the power of a country.
At this level, Great Confucian scholars only needed to cultivate normally and completely control their own power, and they were no longer comparable to ordinary Great Monster Kings of the same realm.
Once they had the power of a country, every Great Confucian would be close to a Saint or a Great Monster King, and the stronger ones would be comparable to the Great Monster Kings of the Ancestor God Clan.
The more profound the Saint Dao was, the more powerful the human race was.
However, the number of Great Monster Kings and Great Barbarian Kings far exceeded the number of Great Confucian scholars.
More and more Great Confucian scholars entered, and soon, Fang Yun sensed that there were 34 Great Confucian scholars in the hall, including Liu Sidao.
There were many familiar faces and even friends, such as Tian Songshi, the Great Confucian scholar from the Sea of Learning, Zhao Jingkong, the Great Confucian scholar from Jingguo, Ye Hongyu, and Meng Jingye, who fought side by side with him in the Ten Cold Ancient Land in the Blood Light Realm …
Other than that, Fang Yun also saw a few people he did not want to see.
The current head of the Lei family was Raikonghe, the Zong family's Great Confucian scholar Zong Wenxiong, and the Weng family's Great Confucian scholar Weng Shi.
Time passed slowly, and just as the West Sacred Hall was about to close, a purple-robed figure stepped into the main hall.
No one spoke, but Fang Yun felt that the air seemed to be vibrating.
Fang Yun did not turn around, but he knew that it was Yi Zhishi.
Suddenly, the air in the main hall froze.
There could only be one first.
Many Great Confucian scholars frowned as they looked at Fang Yun and then at Yi Zhishi, who had just entered the main hall. They did not know what to do.
Yi Zhishi looked like a young man without a single wrinkle. His shoulder-length black hair cascaded down his back like a pitch-black waterfall.
Only his hair was silver.
Suddenly, there was a slight commotion in the main hall, and everyone looked under Yi Zhishi's robe.
Yi Zhishi was barefoot, and he was not wearing shoes.
His feet were dirty and covered in dust.
Many Great Confucian scholars' eyes flashed.
Walking barefoot, stained by the dust of the mortal world.
When the dust of the mortal world was gone, and his feet were like jade, he would step onto the Divine Path.
"Phew …"
Many Great Confucian scholars heaved a sigh of relief. This meant that Yi Zhishi had taken the last step of his path to becoming a Great Confucian Scholar, and if there were no accidents, he would be able to become a Saint.
"Four seasons, a hundred things are born."
In front of these eight words, no matter what the Great Confucian scholars were thinking, no one spoke.
There were more than 100 cushions and 35 people.
The first one on the left was Fang Yun.
Yi Zhishi scanned the entire hall with a faint smile on his face. He slowly walked to the first cushion on the right and sat down.
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