Fang Yun stepped on the clouds and walked forward. On both sides of him were the herb fields protected by powerful forces.
The herb fields were not affected at all when the two of them were fighting.
Other than the Bei Yi Emperor's Descent of the Bright Sun, there was no other force that could trigger the Hundred Coffins to attack.
Looking around, the herb fields were orderly. All kinds of divine herbs covered the island. Some were elegant, some were beautiful, some were ordinary, and some were bright. They were full of vitality and made people feel relaxed.
Not long later, Fang Yun came to the center of the herb field.
There was a circular plateau in front of him, and the stone house stood quietly in the middle. In front of the stone house was a wall with nine dragons carved on it. The nine dragon heads poked out of the wall, and water flowed out of their mouths, forming a river that surrounded the plateau.
There was a slope between the plateau and the ground. The two rivers converged at the top of the slope and flowed down the middle. When the water reached the bottom of the slope, it entered the ditches on both sides and flowed into the herb fields, nourishing the divine herbs.
During the battle, Fang Yun did not dare to come here because the Nine Dragon's Wall was clearly not an ordinary thing.
Although the Nine Dragon's Wall was very rough and not exquisite, and the dragon heads only had similar outlines, like statues that had been weathered for tens of thousands of years, Fang Yun knew that if he fought near the river and affected the water here, it would definitely anger the power of the Hundred Coffin Island.
Many years ago, the various races had guessed that the master of the Ancient God Pagoda had disappeared, or it might have always belonged to Saint Burial Valley, but there was no clear master.
Other than the power of the Ancient God Pagoda, the creator of the herb field should also be protecting Hundred Coffin Island.
Fang Yun walked forward and came to the river. Looking carefully, his eyes lit up.
This river was actually extremely dense liquid Holy Qi!
This river was equivalent to condensing countless masses of Holy Qi. It flowed endlessly.
Fang Yun looked at the Nine Dragon's Wall and was shocked. How many sources of Holy Qi were there to form such a river?
Ten sources of Holy Qi were definitely not enough. There had to be at least a hundred sources of Holy Qi, or a power that was of a higher level.
Who would have thought that the river that looked so ordinary from afar was flowing with wealth that all living beings in Saint Burial Valley, and even the Saints, would go crazy for?
Fang Yun looked at the river of Holy Qi, his heart burning.
However, Fang Yun knew that it was impossible for him to obtain all of the Saint Qi river because it was the source of water for the countless medicine fields on Hundred Coffin Island.
"Maybe I can get some …"
Fang Yun thought to himself, but he did not immediately make a move. This was because he had to plan everything carefully. The creator of the Hundred Coffin Island would not allow an outsider to obtain the treasures so easily. He had to obtain the approval of the Hundred Coffin Island.
Fang Yun thought for a moment and bowed deeply. Then, he used his pure Divine Sense to transform his voice into a voice and said, "Junior Fang Yun accidentally entered this place and saw a great treasure. Although I am greedy, I suspect that this place has an owner. If the owner is still here, I will not take it by force. If I can obtain the permission of the owner of this place, I will take the treasure. Even so, we will only take the matured objects and focus on nurturing the divine objects. We will definitely not harm this divine island. "
Fang Yun's words were not a lie. If the owner of this place was still here, using his own strength to forcefully take it was equivalent to suicide. At the same time, he left a way out. If the owner of this place was not here, he could forcefully take it by force without destroying the herb garden.
After all, the Gods Bestow Mountains and Sea and the Ancient God Pagoda were all bestowed by the Saint Burial Valley.
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he didn't feel any abnormalities on the highland. Thus, he crossed the river and slowly advanced from the right side of the slope.
Previously, the slope was only a few hundred feet long. After Fang Yun entered, the slope seemed to have become infinitely long.
The Meteoric Rise quickly reached its fastest speed and was already faster than one chime. However, compared to this slope, it seemed to be motionless.
Fang Yun observed carefully and realized that he was actually advancing. However, the distance he advanced was extremely short and was almost negligible.
Fang Yun wasn't discouraged and continued to advance. After around two hours, everything in front of his eyes suddenly changed.
The slope began to grow larger and larger. Eventually, the slope grew to a height of ten thousand zhang, and its length also exceeded fourteen thousand zhang.
The Meteoric Rise was obviously very fast, but it was still advancing like a snail. In these two hours, he had advanced around three meters.
With a thought, Fang Yun landed on the ground with the Meteoric Rise. He walked down the Meteoric Rise and began to climb the mountain.
Finally, everything returned to normal.
Fang Yun climbed step by step. When he was halfway, he was panting and his whole body was sore. After the battle, his body was extremely weak and he was completely relying on his own strength to maintain it.
However, Fang Yun didn't give up and continued to advance.
After a difficult climb, Fang Yun finally stepped onto the highland.
As far as the eye could see, the entire highland had become a flat land with a diameter of 100 kilometers. It was actually the same size as the Hundred Coffin Island.
The Nine Dragons Wall had become like a tall mountain and blocked the stone house.
Fang Yun took a deep breath and tried to calm his breathing. However, what he inhaled was not ordinary air, but thick Saint Qi. The power of Saint Qi was so strong that after entering his body, it was like countless knives cutting his nose, trachea, and lungs.
Fang Yun coughed violently. The piercing pain spread throughout his body.
The Saint Qi actually contained a strong stench. Fang Yun wanted to vomit at first, but he soon realized that it wasn't just a stench. It was because the smell of medicine was too strong. When it gathered together, it was too strong and formed a stench similar to a stench.
Just like how musk was actually very unpleasant and even stinky, it could only become a fragrance that humans could truly accept after diluting.
The Saint Qi in his body first damaged his weak body, but then the powerful medicine began to nourish his body, miraculously healing Fang Yun's injuries.
Fang Yun minored in medicine and immediately realized that the medicine was far stronger than the medical books of the medical scholars of the human race. Even the only Saint Fruit he had eaten was far inferior to this medicine.
Fang Yun had only seen this kind of power in books. The power of Zhang Zhongjing, Hua Tuo, and the other medical saints should be similar.
With a thought, Fang Yun released the medical book and Poison Attack Desk.
The medical book released a faint white light. It didn't have intelligence, but at this moment, it was like a child seeing his favorite toy, crazily absorbing the powerful medicine.
Although the Poison Attack Desk was poisonous, it was the power of the medical school and could turn medicine into poison.
The poisonous snake swallowed the saintly medicine in big mouthfuls.
Fang Yun wanted to use other methods to absorb the medicine, but on second thought, he restrained his greed and only let the medical book and poisonous snake absorb it.
Then Fang Yun ignored the medical book and poisonous snake. He slowly walked to the Nine Dragons Wall that was tens of thousands of feet high.
Looking from the outside, the Nine Dragons Wall looked very rough. Looking from here, it still looked very rough. But what was different was that there was an indescribable feeling in the roughness. It was as if the nine dragon heads were carved by the gods of creation. There were no traces of human hands and it contained the power of creation.
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