Fang Yun's body was motionless, but his divine consciousness was already in a strange world.
It was pitch black in all directions, as if the void had sunk, and the myriad of worlds had returned to silence. Slowly, the void creature beneath his feet had silver-black thin lines around it, and they slowly intertwined to form short trees. These short trees were arranged in a mysterious and wonderful manner, and they were tangled and complicated, as if they had formed a maze.
At the same time, there seemed to be a mirror directly above, reflecting the same silver-black thin lines and the dense forest.
The two incomplete pictures of the ferocious trees were completely symmetrical. Fang Yun's divine consciousness stepped on one and the other on top of his head. In the next moment, the two incomplete pictures of the ferocious trees suddenly expanded!
The incomplete picture of the ferocious trees below turned into silver-black mountains, rivers, and hills, while the one above turned into a night sky shrouded in stars.
In the hundreds of millions of miles of territory and the sky, Fang Yun was as small as an ant.
Heaven and earth shook together, and wisps of golden Holy Qi dissipated. In the blink of an eye, the golden Holy Qi turned into countless flickering shadows.
Those golden shadows were like gods and demons dancing, filling the space between heaven and earth.
Fang Yun tried his best to see, but all the shadows were twisting and flickering at an extremely fast speed, and he could not see clearly what they were. Every time he looked, he felt that there was a magnificent mountain rushing into his mind.
After a breath, Fang Yun felt that there were tens of thousands of mountains in his mind, forming a mountain range that suppressed the world, and was about to explode his mind. The continuous mountain range was constantly increasing, and could crush his spiritual world at any time.
Fang Yun's mind was not affected at all, and methodically controlled the Holy Qi in the literary palace to merge with his divine consciousness, fighting against the invisible mountain range in his mind.
Fang Yun closed his eyes and was silent for a moment. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a very thin slit, and golden light flashed in the slit, and Holy Qi surged.
At this point, Fang Yun could only see a few golden shadows, but the flickering speed of each shadow had slowed down.
Fang Yun glanced at the phantoms again, but there were too many of them. Each of them was like a mountain or a world, extremely strange and distant.
Not long after, Fang Yun's eyes focused on a shadow. The flickering speed of the shadow became slower and slower until Fang Yun could clearly see all the subtle changes of the golden shadow.
Fang Yun stared at the shadow expressionlessly. After a full quarter of an hour, the shadow suddenly trembled and disappeared from the world. At the same time, his eyes suddenly burst out with a pale golden brilliance. Then, a mountain in the invisible mountain range in his mind suddenly collapsed, turning into countless tiny particles that merged into his Divine Sense and Palace of Literature.
A majestic voice that seemed both real and illusory resounded in Fang Yun's literary palace. It was as if a giant had hugged a mountain and crashed into the ground, resonating in all directions.
Fang Yun's body shook and he closed his eyes. Then, a subtle luster appeared on the surface of his skin and slowly faded away.
Fang Yun's eyes were closed, but he saw a leaf that was very common in the Tree Kingdom. The leaf left the branch and slowly fell to the ground. It withered, decayed, and merged into the soil.
This seemed to be a very common scene, an ordinary phenomenon that could not be more ordinary.
Fang Yun did not know why, but he smiled knowingly. He slowly stretched out his right hand and gently pinched his thumb and index finger. A leaf from a tree above fell between his two fingers.
With a smile on his face, Fang Yun slowly squeezed the leaf.
One breath, two breaths, the green leaf did not change at all.
Three breaths, the leaf that was full of vitality suddenly turned yellow, and then turned into flying ash. The wind blew gently and it dissipated like smoke.
An illusory shadow appeared and disappeared with a single leaf.
Fang Yun opened his eyes, and two identical pictures of the ferocious trees appeared in his eyes. His divine consciousness once again searched for the golden shadow between the pictures of the ferocious trees. Soon, Fang Yun stared at another shadow.
In Fang Yun's eyes, the shadow slowly stopped flashing and finally turned into a branch with seven leaves on it. As time passed, the seven leaves withered and fell one after another. When the last leaf fell, the golden shadow disappeared.
Next, Fang Yun constantly captured new shadows. Almost every shadow was related to falling leaves and withering. It was as if he was constantly repeating the process of the leaves full of vitality from the peak to the withering.
All the processes seemed to be the same, but Fang Yun kept looking for similar shadows as if he was possessed.
They were not just shadows, but tracks of the Divine Path.
One thought, one world, one leaf, one universe.
After a day and a night, Fang Yun's eyes began to bleed black blood.
After two days and two nights, Fang Yun's hair gradually turned white.
After three days and three nights, the moon in Fang Yun's eyes suddenly shrunk. The picture woven by the silver-black threads lost its attachment and collapsed with a loud bang.
The extremely vicious and evil power of the Moon Tree fruit core also suddenly retreated into the fruit core.
Fang Yun's eyes were replaced by pitch-black flesh holes. His eyeballs disappeared and the edges were smooth. In a few breaths, flesh grew at the edges of the flesh holes and slowly grew, finally forming a new pair of eyes.
At first glance, this pair of eyes did not look any different from before, but upon closer inspection, one would find that this pair of eyes was extremely white and extremely black. It was as if the two purest colors in the world had merged together. There was clearly a difference between heaven and earth, but it was incomparably harmonious.
Fang Yun blinked his eyes. He felt that the world in front of him was somewhat different, but he could not pinpoint exactly what was different. Then, his divine consciousness entered the Palace of Literature.
Very quickly, Fang Yun's divine consciousness's gaze fell on the bright moon of talent.
The talent of the Great Confucian had condensed into a moon.
Previously, a poem tripod had appeared on Fang Yun's talent, and now, the first moon on the left still had a poem tripod, but on the second moon, there was a new three-legged, two-eared bronze tripod. The tripod was mottled and ancient, and a boundless primordial aura surged out. Compared to the first tripod, it had an additional aura of defeat.
On the second tripod, there was a very strange symbol, like a picture and a word.
Fang Yun did not recognize this symbol. It did not exist in the inheritance of the Venerable Tree, but with a single glance, he knew that this character's meaning was similar to the Chinese character for 'wither'.
Looking at the picture of the ferocious trees, Fang Yun comprehended a Divine Path power related to the ferocious trees of the Tree Realm. This power was very shallow, and was only the most elementary of Divine Path power. But in the end, it had already stepped into the domain of the Divine Path, and had already surpassed the boundary of the Divine Path that the Great Confucian could reach.
"Wither and Decay!"
Fang Yun officially named this new power, and then tried to use it. Very quickly, he found that whether it was a battle poem or a battle of words, they could not 'directly' bear this power, because this was a real Divine Path power, even if it was only at the lowest level.
However, as a Great Confucian, there was a power that could bear this level of Divine Path power.
The Family Country World!
This was because the Family Country World was the embryonic form of the Half-saint literary world.
Fang Yun's divine consciousness moved, and a perfect translucent ball appeared in the Palace of Literature. The surface of the ball was full of cracks.
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