Fang Yun used his Holy Qi to speed up his escape, heading straight for the Fengskull Mountains.
The dragon turning over would attract a large number of demons and barbarians, and the area within tens of thousands of miles was no longer safe. The Fengskull Mountains was the only place suitable for him to become a great scholar.
After a day and night of travel, Fang Yun finally arrived at the Fengskull Mountains again.
On the way, Fang Yun felt a sense of danger, as if he was being followed. But after entering the Fengskull Mountains, that feeling disappeared immediately.
There was a Half-saint in the Fengskull Mountains.
Fang Yun didn't go to the Holy Spirit's residence. Instead, he found a hidden cave and entered it. He summoned the soldiers to protect himself and sent the last of his Dragon Power and ten masses of Holy Qi into the Starfire Celestial Mirror. As long as he was in danger, the Starfire Celestial Mirror would automatically protect him, and it would be enough to block an all-out attack from an emperor.
Finally, Fang Yun sat cross-legged on the ground and entered the Literature Palace.
The Literature Palace was as big as a city. Stars twinkled in the sky, and silver light shone down. The Literature Palace hung high in the sky, illuminating the area.
In the depths of the Literature Palace, a statue of himself stood, with clouds of Talent Qi above his head. He held the strange book Heaven and Earth in his hand, looking calm and composed.
Under the statue, there were some strange divine objects, such as the Celestial Tree seedlings, masses of Holy Qi, nine literature platforms …
Fang Yun's Divine Will was like a translucent person, sitting cross-legged under the statue.
Fang Yun's Divine Will closed his eyes, and the incomplete ninth literature platform flew into the sky.
Fang Yun opened his mouth and absorbed a large amount of Holy Qi, which intertwined with his own Talent Qi. It turned into a powerful force that fell on the ninth literature platform, and he started to build the 99th floor.
A heavy sound rang out on the ninth literature platform. The sound seemed to penetrate the river of history, and it also seemed to connect the past and the present.
The moment the 99th floor was completed, the surface of the ninth literature platform was overflowing with colorful light, and the whole palace was filled with dazzling brilliance. Then, a colorful divine light rushed out from Fang Yun's forehead and went straight into the sky.
In the sky, the divine light suddenly exploded, turning into billions of light spots that flew in all directions in the Saint Burial Valley.
The sky above the Saint Burial Valley was clear and eternal. But at this moment, a pair of strange eyes appeared in the sky, as if the master of the valley was looking down on the world.
The ninth platform was formed.
No matter what kind of Divine Path power was contained in the first eight platforms, their surfaces were extremely delicate, as if they were the work of a skilled craftsman. However, the ninth platform was like a white square platform that had been casually knocked out. Its surface was rough and simple, and there was nothing on the platform.
It was like a stone platform, bare as if it had just been dug out from the ground, without the slightest trace of a powerful aura.
Ten masses of Holy Qi entered the Sea Swallowing Seashell, and a drop of Holy Blood flew out.
The blood of Half-saint Wang Jinglong.
The drop of sacred blood wriggled in the air and turned into an inch-tall figure that looked exactly like Wang Jinglong.
This little Wang Jinglong was just a foot away from Fang Yun's nose. His saintly aura rippled, and his eyes were bright. He was clearly just a little person, but his body seemed to hold up the sky, incomparably majestic.
The little Wang Jinglong seemed to have expected this. He nodded slightly at Fang Yun and said, "Okay."
After that, the little Wang Jinglong took a step forward and disappeared, appearing on the ninth platform.
The little Wang Jinglong found a place on the platform and stood still, turning into a white statue, motionless.
The entire stone platform still looked rough, but an inexplicable aura was surging, as if an ancient beast was hiding, as if a fierce god was waiting.
The entire palace trembled slightly, as if it was awed by this new ninth platform.
The Saint Soul Platform, the first of all time.
Fang Yun opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief.
The ninth platform was officially built.
Fang Yun stood up, his clothes and black hair fluttering. Bursts of exotic fragrance spread in all directions, and strange flowers fell like rain.
The cave seemed to have become a paradise, pleasing to the eye.
The Meteoric Rise appeared under his feet, lifting Fang Yun up. It was different from usual. The Meteoric Rise now was clear and bright, as if the sun, moon, and stars were hidden in the clouds, emitting a gentle white light, illuminating all directions.
In the next moment, another Meteoric Rise appeared. There were two layers of Meteoric Rise, one above and one below, lifting Fang Yun up.
Meteoric Rise appeared one after another, finally forming nine layers of white clouds. Fang Yun stood on it, like a god among the clouds.
Behind Fang Yun, a green light appeared, like the ripples on the surface of a lake.
A grand and ancient palace flew out from behind Fang Yun's head. It was a miniature version of the Palace of Literature. It entered the green light, and rocks rose from the water, creating a pagoda in the void, forming the first layer.
Fang Yun's eyes dimmed, and he looked dispirited.
After that, a droplet-shaped strange object flew out again. It was a miniature version of the Palace of Literature. It landed on the first layer of the pagoda, and rocks formed in the void, forming the second layer.
Fang Yun's face dimmed again, as if his Palace of Literature had been sucked out.
Then, the True Dragon Sword, the Light of Literature, the Cloud of Talent, the Platform of Literature, and the Book of History flew out one after another, each forming a layer of the pagoda.
The pagoda had six sides, and its body was pure white. A colored glass lamp hung on each corner, and the flame on the lamp was bright red.
Fang Yun had already withered on the ground. His whole body was sweating like rain, and his strength seemed to have been hollowed out.
Then, a terrifying scene appeared. The surface of Fang Yun's body suddenly moved. Whether it was his skin or his hair, there were suddenly many fine black characters. These characters flowed slowly like water, making Fang Yun no longer look like a human, but a monster formed by these black characters.
Not long after, the black characters connected into lines, leaving Fang Yun's body, and landed on the seventh layer of the pagoda.
Every time a character left, Fang Yun's skin or flesh would lose a little bit of it.
When all the black characters left, Fang Yun was only skin and bones, like a dried corpse, and could die at any time.
Then, two rays of light appeared behind Fang Yun's back, and quickly expanded.
One ray of light was white, as vast and mighty as the clouds in the sky, covering a thousand li. Upon closer inspection, it was not a white cloud, but a white figure of light. There were peddlers, kings, generals, and ministers, men and women, old and young, as if there was no one in the world missing.
This white light was gentle and warm.
On the opposite side of the boundless white light, there were ripples of black shadows, like a cape sinking into the depths of the sea, like a black cloud stained with endless ink, enveloping the mountains. It was formed by countless black figures, like an army of ten thousand.
This black light was austere and dignified.
The two rays of light were like two wings that stretched across the sky. They quickly converged, and all of them stepped onto the eighth layer, forming the ninth layer of the pagoda.
The ninth layer of white clouds left Fang Yun, supporting the ninth layer of the pagoda.
Fang Yun's body was only left with dried bones, and his bones were cracked everywhere. He fell to the ground, motionless.
Suddenly, Fang Yun's head fell and rolled on the ground. The dried bones turned into ashes, as if he had died.
However, in the grey ashes, a pale silver star rose up, flew up slowly, and landed on one side of the pagoda.
Then, small stars rose from the ashes one by one, and finally lined up in a row, forming the nine stars in the sky.
All the ashes disappeared.
Fang Yun's flesh and bones turned into nine layers of cloud pagoda stars.
Suddenly, the heaven and earth shook, wind blew out of nowhere, and a vast power surged from all directions.
The power was upright and vigorous, majestic and imposing, crazily rushing into the nine layers of clouds of the nine pagoda.
The nine layers of pagoda turned into bones, the nine layers of clouds turned into flesh and blood, and the nine stars gathered back into the soul.
After three days and three nights, the righteous energy of heaven and earth slowly dissipated, and Fang Yun's new body was formed.
The moment the body was formed, seven crescent orange moons appeared above Fang Yun's head, and the aura surged, like a tide, and finally returned to Fang Yun's forehead.
When Fang Yun became a Grand Scholar and his aura condensed into the moon, everyone in Saint Origin World felt the sky shake, and looked up.
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