Fang Yun looked inside in a trance, not moving at all.
The auras of the living clans were indeed growing, and this couldn't be deceived. One could disguise their realm and strength as low, but it was very difficult to forcefully raise it.
However, there was no such thing as a free lunch in the world. If one could comprehend the Divine Path just by looking at a finger, then what was the point of cultivation?
However, if this finger was the power left behind by an ancestor and contained the will of the Great Path, then it wouldn't be too miraculous if one could comprehend it and ascend to the Saint Plane.
What Fang Yun found strange was that if this was a trap, then why did it show those dead cultivators?
If it wasn't a trap, then why did the previous cultivators die here? Was it just the price to pay to comprehend the Divine Path?
With the treasure in front of him, Fang Yun was hesitant.
If this finger was really a treasure, Fang Yun didn't have the intention to force it. He only wanted to comprehend some of the Divine Path, such as the power of decay. Its usefulness was unimaginable.
However, as a scholar who was familiar with the scriptures of the saints, Fang Yun felt that everything inside was contrary to what he had learned. He felt that something was strange.
"There's a treasure in front. Should I take it or leave it?"
Fang Yun lowered his head and pondered. Countless thoughts appeared in his mind.
Suddenly, Fang Yun took out an ordinary mirror from the seashell and looked inside. At the same time, he turned his head to look at the mirror.
In the mirror, the treasury was still magnificent and filled with gold and jade. The finger was still there, the statues were still there, and the living cultivators were also there.
However, the dead cultivators had disappeared from the mirror.
Fang Yun laughed loudly and turned to leave. He was unusually free and easy.
"Demons and monsters, insignificant tricks!"
Behind Fang Yun, the treasury suddenly surged with auspicious aura. Divine light flickered and then disappeared. However, a strange aura was being emitted from the Treasure Pavilion, and it spread out silently.
Fang Yun didn't even turn his head back as he left with a Meteoric Rise.
"Sometimes, it's not necessarily a blessing to see things too clearly."
"However, it's better than not being able to see through it."
Fang Yun thought to himself as he continued forward.
The Ancient God Treasure Pavilion was unusually monotonous. The deeper he went, the more Fang Yun felt that the rumors were true. This was definitely a place where a big shot stored his treasures. There was no sign of life. It was like a storage room that had been magnified countless times.
Fang Yun glanced at the walls from time to time. He even suspected that the treasures in the Treasure Pavilion were only a small part of it. The real treasures were sealed in the walls that could not be seen or sensed.
Time flew by and Fang Yun did not encounter a second Treasure Pavilion after a long time. Fang Yun was not impatient. He only felt that he was wasting time.
This kind of dangerous place was not suitable for multitasking. He had to use all of his Divine Sense to stay alert.
However, the Ancient God Treasure Pavilion was too dark and isolated. It was too monotonous and quiet.
In next to no time, Fang Yun felt a faintly discernible force affecting him. It was like a formless and irritating thought that ceaselessly entangled his mind.
Fang Yun slowly stopped and silently recited the Sages' Scripture. The strange thought dissipated, but as soon as he stopped reciting the scripture, the feeling would surface in his mind again.
To his Divine Sense, that force was like dust floating in front of his eyes. It seemed that whether it was people, objects, food, or scenery, there was clearly visible dust on the surface.
"Is this because my mind is not calm or because of an external disturbance?"
Fang Yun could not distinguish the source of this force because this feeling was somewhat familiar. In the past, if he stayed at home alone for a long time and did not exercise for a long time, he would feel inexplicably helpless and irritated. It was similar to depression. There was a saying that because he did not exercise, the accumulated lactic acid in his body could not be expelled. In short, it was caused by his own problems.
"This feeling, is it real or an illusion? Is it real or fake? "
Fang Yun's heart trembled when he thought of this. Only then did he realize that he could no longer tell if he was lost or if everything was normal.
Fang Yun's Divine Sense looked at the Palace of Literature. It was still normal, but why did he have this feeling in his heart? Why couldn't he find the reason for his chaotic emotions?
Did it come from his heart or from the outside world?
Was it a metaphysical cause or a physical cause?
Fang Yun immediately used medical methods to treat himself, but it was useless. This meant that this was not depression, anger, or depression.
Fang Yun slowed down and continued to move forward, but his heart was constantly thinking.
After an unknown period of time, Fang Yun's Divine Sense once again inspected the Palace of Literature. He was shocked.
There was actually a speck of dust on the Palace of Literature.
Fang Yun stopped in place, inexplicably shocked.
"What did I do?"
The speck of dust was extremely small and also extremely rare. As long as he recited the Sages' Classic, it could be brushed away in a few hours.
"But … where did the speck of dust come from?"
"Is this speck of dust caused by external forces, or has my heart unknowingly been covered in dust?"
A trace of panic appeared in Fang Yun's heart. This panic was extremely subtle, but unprecedented.
Over the years, Fang Yun had been through many hardships. No matter how unstable his mind was, it could be resolved by reciting the Sages' Classic. But now that he had finished reciting the Sages' Classic and was clearly thinking of a solution, why was it covered in dust?
Fang Yun could not figure it out.
Lines of text flashed through Fang Yun's mind. They were all the contents of the Sages' Classic, but Fang Yun still could not figure it out.
"My 'New Annotations of the Four Books' is already the limit of the great Confucian. Even Yi Zhishi's annotations are only at this level. Why can't I resolve the confusion in my heart? Is my realm not enough, or has my 'New Annotations of the Four Books' deviated from the Divine Path? Could it be that the 'New Annotations of the Analects' did not appear after it was completed because I had already become a heretic of the Confucian school? "
"What did I do wrong?"
"Was my annotations of the scriptures wrong, or was my understanding of the Sages' Classic and the Divine Path wrong?"
"I've carefully read the various annotations of each classic. Have I read too many books and read too many miscellaneous things? Or am I unable to distinguish between right and wrong? Could it be that the annotations that I thought were wrong were actually correct? "
"Or could it be that I've taken a different path and created new annotations that have deviated from the Divine Path? Should I follow the footsteps of my predecessors and not overstep in the slightest? "
Fang Yun's heart became more and more panicked.
"Could it be that the books that I've read before have not become my own knowledge and have not been stored in my body? Could it be that they do not completely belong to me and are only a part of the world of books?"
"Did I do something wrong and commit a crime? Has the heavens begun to punish me? Even Confucius would not dare to commit a crime against the heavens! "
Fang Yun's heart was in turmoil. When he used his divine consciousness to look at his literary guts, there was even more dust.
In Fang Yun's mind, those scholars who were covered in dust appeared. Some were suppressed by his own poems, some were unconscious outside Yueyang Tower, and he had also heard of those scholars in Gyeongo whose literary guts were covered in dust or even shattered. A great fear arose in his heart.
"Could it be that my literary guts will also shatter? Could it be that I will die here?"
Fang Yun only felt that the world was dark. His eyes could no longer see the road ahead. The entire Ancient God's Treasure Pavilion had been shrouded in darkness.
Fang Yun felt that his literary palace was shaking.
"Am I going to die in the end …"
The light in Fang Yun's eyes slowly dimmed.
However, in the literary palace, in front of the statue's chest, there was a ball of flame that was close to being completely transparent. Although it was like a candle in the wind, flickering erratically, it emitted a bit of spiritual light.
The miniature literary star did not move. The coiled dragon in the literary palace did not move. Even the literary guts did not move. The literary palace fire that had no effect after becoming a great scholar was emitting its final warmth and light.
"Without knowing life, how can I know death?"
"Without knowing life, how can I know death?"
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