The entire West Sacred Hall was silent.
Liu Sidao's eyes were originally slightly closed, but when Yi Zhishi sat down, he raised his head and scanned the entire hall.
Everyone felt that there was a bright moon in the hall, and the moon was cold and clear, shining down on everyone.
Fang Yun and the other Confucians smiled happily. It turned out that Liu Sidao had already become a Wen Zong, which was worthy of celebration.
"This old man is the Pavilion Elder of the West Sacred Hall. I have neither merits nor faults, and my morals are ordinary. However, since the Saint Burial Valley has opened, I am shamelessly hosting this meeting. The Saint Burial Valley is a perilous place in the myriad of worlds. Countless geniuses from various races have died here. Be it the descendants of the Kong Clan or the Ancestor God's descendants, they have all become bones in the valley. Before discussing the Saint Burial Valley, this old man has a personal interest: I hope that Fang Xusheng and Mister Zhu Ji will leave the West Sacred Hall. There might be a path in this mountain, but you can find it outside the mountain. "
Many Confucians nodded lightly. Whether it was from the height of the human race or from an individual's point of view, almost everyone did not want Fang Yun and Yi Zhishi to enter the Saint Burial Valley.
If the two of them died in the Saint Burial Valley, it would be equivalent to the human race losing two Half-saint Saints. Furthermore, they were Half-saint Saints who had the potential to become Quasi-saints.
If the human race could lose anything other than Half-saint Saints, it could only be the two of them.
Yi Zhishi was famous for his study of scriptures, and he knew everything about Confucianism. He was also quite insightful about the Hundred Schools of Thought. When debating scriptures, he would often quote from many sources. When he was a Grand Scholar, his lecture would cause a deluge of heavenly flowers. When he became a Wen Zong, his words fell to the ground and turned into pearls and jade, shocking the world. Everyone praised him as a gem, and he was known as Mister Zhu Ji.
After Yi Zhishi became a Confucian, he did not immediately go out to cultivate. Instead, he continued to cultivate. When he reached Qi Zhiping's Four Realms, he stepped into the 'Cloud Ridge Ancient Land' that the human race had discovered not long ago. With his own strength, he defeated many demons and conquered this small ancient land. He made a great contribution to the human race and obtained a piece of land for the Yi Clan.
Compared to Yi Zhishi, Fang Yun's literary status and foundation were slightly inferior. Other than that, he was superior to Yi Zhishi in almost all aspects.
In particular, Liu Sidao's sentence, "Although there is a path on this mountain, you can find it outside the mountain" resonated with all the great scholars.
As for the rest of the Great Confucian Scholars, their chances of becoming a saint were almost negligible, and they had to enter the Sacred Burial Valley in order to fight for the Heavenly Mystery. However, these two people didn't need to enter the Sacred Burial Valley to become a saint, and they didn't need to enter a dangerous place.
In the history of the Human Race, there were too many geniuses who had died in the Saint Burial Valley. Wei Qing and Huo Qubing's uncle and nephew had both died in the Saint Burial Valley, becoming a great regret of the Human Race.
None of the Confucian scholars on the scene wanted something even more regrettable to happen.
Fang Yun and Yi Zhishi remained silent.
Liu Sidao let out a long sigh and said, "Forget it …"
After saying that, Liu Sidao flipped the River Shell in his hand. A clear light was released, and similar books flew out and landed in front of the thirty-four people.
"Read this book first."
There was no wind in the Western Sacred Hall. The pages of the books flipped in the air. In just a few breaths' time, everyone had finished reading the inch-thick book.
All the books spontaneously combusted and dissipated into ashes.
The expressions of the Confucian scholars were different from usual.
A strange look appeared in Fang Yun's eyes. As someone who was well-versed in the history of the Dragons and the Ancient Monsters, Fang Yun knew a lot about the Saint Burial Valley. Some of the things even involved ancient secrets. Even the current Fu Yue did not obtain the complete inheritance. In the myriad of worlds under the heavens, only Fang Yun knew about it.
But in this book, there were some things that Fang Yun did not know about. Besides the Blood Graveyard of the Human Race, there were some other things.
If the contents of the book were leaked, it would be enough to shake the myriad of worlds.
Some of the secrets recorded in the book were related to the Confucian scholars who had returned from the Saint Burial Valley. They had brought back precious secrets, but the Notre-Dame seemed to have forgotten about them. Apart from leaving their names in the history books, they had been deliberately ignored in many places.
Fang Yun recalled the Confucian scholars recorded in the book. It was no wonder that some families of the Human Race were not famous, but they always produced many talents. It should be that their ancestors had made great contributions that no one knew about. So, they had protected their descendants for many generations and received the help of the Notre-Dame.
Among the Confucian scholars present, there were three ancestors who had entered the Saint Burial Valley and returned.
Fang Yun silently remembered all the contents recorded in the book. A hint of joy appeared in his eyes. Some of the secrets in the book, together with the records of the Dragons and the Ancient Monsters, allowed Fang Yun to speculate about some incredible things.
"Does anyone have any questions?"
Many Confucian scholars were silent.
Liu Sidao nodded and said, "Since you have no questions, I will issue the Notre-Dame's order on behalf of the Western Sacred Pavilion. In the Saint Burial Valley, please stop fighting among yourselves and walk on the Death Stairs at all times. Our enemies are monsters and barbarians. We are not of the same race. "
All the Confucian scholars' eyes moved slightly. The word "please" showed that the so-called Notre-Dame's order was not very confident. Because the Saint Burial Valley was full of changes and there were many Saints, no one knew what would happen. Since the first time they entered the Saint Burial Valley, all the Saints, aristocratic families, and countries had set a rule that there was no distinction between friend and foe in the Saint Burial Valley.
The Human Race only needed the Confucian scholars who left alive, no matter who they were.
Even the Western Sacred Pavilion could not force all the Confucian scholars to do anything in the Saint Burial Valley. So, they could only add "please".
Although the word "please" was not very confident, everyone smelled a hint of threat in it.
All the Confucian scholars did not move and no one looked over. But everyone knew that the Confucian scholars present were "looking" at Raikonghe and Zong Wenxiong.
Fang Yun's divine consciousness was also looking at Raikonghe, the current head of the Lei family and one of the most likely candidates for the title of Literary Giant. When he came back this time, it was believed that although he did not get the title of Literary Giant, he already had the strength of a Literary Giant and was on par with an Emperor.
Not long ago, someone had revealed that Raikonghe had said before he left that he would not go home until he became an Emperor.
Raikonghe's hair was very strange. The eyebrows on the left side of his hair were as white as winter snow, while the eyebrows on the right side of his hair were as black as charcoal. If one only looked at his hair, it would be very strange. But when this strange hair matched with his handsome face, it showed a unique temperament. He was one of the most handsome men in the Human Race.
Someone had once praised the beauty of the crane. Pan An and Song Yu were ashamed of their inferiority.
Not only was he handsome, but his temperament was also extraordinary. Just like his name, he was as quiet as a crane in the sky and as moving as a dragon in the sky.
Raikonghe's eyes did not reflect the main hall. His eyes were chaotic and often flashed with the shadows of dragons and snakes.
Others did not know the origin of this pair of eyes, but Fang Yun suspected that this pair of eyes had something to do with an ancient demon that had been exterminated by the Dragons.
The ancient demon's name was Sinking Cloud. It was born in the Nine Heavens and buried in the Nine Underworlds. It was addicted to dragon scales and snake molts. Its body was shaped like a dragon and snake with two claws, a sharp face, and eyes like the clouds. The most powerful Sinking Cloud ancestor had once devoured several Dragon Saints, including the Great Dragon Saint. It could have been conferred the title of ancestor, but before it could be conferred the title of ancestor, it was slaughtered by a Dragon Emperor riding the Hundred Holy Chariot. It was eaten by the young dragons and the entire Sinking Cloud Clan was exterminated.
That was also the first time the Dragons officially used the Hundred Holy Chariot after the Ancestral Dragon went missing.
The Hundred Holy Chariot was the Ancestral Dragon's ride and was known as the number one treasure in the universe.
Fang Yun recalled what he had learned before and guessed that Raikonghe had obtained part of the Sinking Cloud's power. However, he could not figure out the specifics. After all, the Sinking Cloud had many talents.
"I hope he did not learn the strongest talent of the Sinking Cloud Clan, the Great Dragon Devouring Technique …"
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