Ye Hongyu nodded. He took the cloud of Holy Qi and kept it in his palace of literature.
His purple robe fluttered, and a powerful aura spread out. Fang Yun's muscles contracted, and he felt a chill down his spine.
A semi-transparent spherical space appeared around Ye Hongyu.
This country had a radius of five miles. Under Ye Hongyu's feet was a huge building complex. It was very similar to the capital of a country. It was majestic and magnificent. Outside the capital, there were mountains, white rivers, green fields, and yellow soil. If it was real, it would be a fertile land that could nurture thousands of people.
However, there was not a trace of life in this country. There were no birds or beasts, men or women, old or young. It was vast and empty. If one looked carefully, it was as if there was a missing piece in the heart.
The moment this country was released, Ye Hongyu's body was surrounded by lightning, which condensed into armor. His eyes were majestic, and his aura was like that of the ruler of this world.
A full moon appeared above Ye Hongyu's head. It shone down on the world, and frost fell on the ground.
The talent of the great Confucian turned into a bright moon.
If the country was not destroyed, the bright moon of talent would not fall, and the great Confucian would not be defeated.
Fang Yun's eyes were filled with yearning. The country and the bright moon of talent were all the great Confucian's powerful techniques. After a long period of training, the country and the country would be compatible with one's body and nurture battle power. The great Confucian would easily surpass ordinary great demon kings of the same level, and be able to fight against saints and great demon kings.
Below the great Confucian, the human race did not have any defensive power that could withstand a blow from the same level of demon and barbarian's heavenly form, saint form, or god form. However, if the country's power was extremely condensed, it could withstand it.
The foundation of the country was the palace of literature. The source was talent. The nature of the power was related to the literary platform, the duration was related to the courage of the writer, and the strength was related to all aspects.
Different countries focused on different things. For example, the country of the great Confucian would definitely nurture life in this world, even if it was ignorant like a walking corpse.
Ye Hongyu was different. The country was perfect in every aspect. The only thing missing was the aura of life. That was because he had condensed his strongest power into the Ancient Lightning Sword.
Once he used the country, his Ancient Lightning Sword's power would increase exponentially.
Fang Yun looked at Ye Hongyu again. There was no sign of destiny.
Only by forging the Mandate of Heaven could one become a Wen Zong. The Mandate of Heaven was illusory and Haotian was formless. However, if one made use of it, it would have form.
The Mandate of Heaven was the gateway to Half-saint. All great Confucian scholars would hide it in their country. Once it was discovered, their literary status would drop and their path to the Divine Path would be cut off. In the worst case, they would die on the spot.
If one achieved the Divine Path and became a Half-saint, then one's home and country would become a world of literature, and the Mandate of Heaven would make peace with the Divine Path in the world of literature, relying on external objects to become a Half-saint literature treasure.
The Saint Dao treasures of all races were the same.
Ye Hongyu floated down and stopped about thirty meters above the surface of the water. The translucent Country Under Heaven melted into the surface of the water, as if the Country Under Heaven did not exist.
After that, Ye Hongyu began to fly at high speed. The power of the Country Under Heaven spread out to a radius of five li around him as he tried to sense the human race's spiritual remains.
Fang Yun followed behind. He was also within Ye Hongyu's Country Under Heaven. He carefully sensed the power of the Country Under Heaven. He thought to himself that if he could form his own country Under Heaven, he might be able to sense the spiritual remains of humans, Dragons, and ancient monsters.
The radius of five li around him seemed very large, but compared to the vastness of Moon Splitting Lake, it was negligible.
The two of them used the original burial site as the center and searched a radius of several hundred li. However, they did not find anything, so they expanded their search.
As they went deeper into Moon Splitting Lake, the mist became even thicker. They could only see up to eighteen li.
The two of them searched for another hour. Suddenly, Fang Yun noticed that Ye Hongyu suddenly looked to the northwest. He felt a sense of danger and looked in that direction as well. At the same time, he instinctively released the True Dragon Sword.
In the river below, two strange monsters leaped out of the water and flew straight toward them.
The monsters looked like two large fish. Their bodies were more than sixty meters long. Apart from their bones, the fish were completely transparent, as if they were made of water.
Their bones were not the bones of fish. Instead, they were the bones of two demonic monsters. Moreover, they were incomplete. Outside the bones, there was a thick layer of water that formed their bodies.
The two strange fish's eyes seemed to be inlaid with two fiery red gems. Their red eyes were cracked and pitch-black. There was a faint golden light at the edges.
Ferocious and frenzied auras radiated from the two strange fish. It was frightening.
"Vicious spirits," Fang Yundao said.
Ye Hongyu took a closer look and said, "They're just two level-three vicious spirits."
With that, the Ancient Thunder Sword whistled through the air. Along the way, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.
Ye Hongyu's Ancient Thunder Sword was the ultimate weapon of the human Great Confucian. If an ordinary level-three demonic monster king encountered it, they would be killed in a breath at most, unless they used Godly Image Attack. However, when the Ancient Thunder Sword landed on the two vicious spirits, it could only slash at their bodies of water. It could not harm their bones.
The two vicious spirits were fearless. Even though they knew they were no match, they charged forward with all their might.
Fang Yundao sighed. "Creatures nurtured by Holy Qi are indeed extraordinary."
Ye Hongyu said, "That's right. Holy spirits and vicious spirits here. Without Holy Qi, it would take a lot of time." With that, a wisp of Holy Qi flew into the Ancient Thunder Sword.
The lightning on the surface of the Ancient Thunder Sword surged. Lightning spread hundreds of feet and sizzled. The two vicious spirits only put up a slight resistance before they were killed by the Ancient Thunder Sword.
Then, the Ancient Thunder Sword, flashing with white lightning, returned.
Ye Hongyu's expression was calm. It was as if he had done something insignificant.
As soon as the vicious spirits died, the water that formed their bodies dissipated. Their bones also turned to dust. However, the four Black Scars and Red Eyes fell into the water and were collected by Ye Hongyu.
Ye Hongyu casually tossed two to Fang Yundao.
Fang Yundao naturally knew how to use them. He put the two Black Scars and Red Eyes in front of his eyes. Only then did his Qi surge out. It merged with two wisps of Holy Qi and wrapped them up. He absorbed the strange blood-colored power from within.
Then, the merged Talent Qi, Holy Qi, and blood-colored power returned and stayed in Fang Yundao's eyes.
A trace of blood-red light appeared in Fang Yundao's eyes. Then, it disappeared.
Fang Yundao blinked. Changes appeared in his eyes. They were faintly red. Tiny black cracks appeared. They had a similar shape and aura to the Black Scars and Red Eyes.
Now, Fang Yundao's range of vision had increased to 30 miles. It was almost twice as far as before.
The Black Scars and Red Eyes of the vicious spirits would dissipate once they left the Saint Burial Valley. However, they were very useful in the Saint Burial Valley. It could even be said that in many places, without absorbing enough Black Scars and Red Eyes, it would be difficult to move around.
For example, in this Moon Splitting Lake, even Ye Hongyu could only see 50 feet away after another 50,000 miles. Such a distance could be called a land of death. However, if one absorbed enough Black Scars and Red Eyes, they would be able to see dozens of miles away even if they were deeper.
In some places, such as the Sky Hanging River, if one wanted to capture Holy Qi or sense Holy Qi masses or Holy Qi masses, they had to use the power of the Black Scars and Red Eyes.
There was even a great Confucian scholar who joked that in a few places in the Saint Burial Valley, it wasn't about who had more Holy Qi, but who could absorb more Black Scars and Red Eyes.
Ye Hongyu continued his search after absorbing the two Black Scars and Red Eyes. The range of his Country of the World had increased by 300 feet.
After two days of searching, Ye Hongyu suddenly stopped. He sped up and flew into a river. He grabbed a human skeleton that was glowing with faint golden light from the mud at the bottom of the river.
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