The ancestors had no choice but to give up on transforming into light and fly forward with their bodies while crashing into the dense gray colored light.
The ancestors flew at a speed of more than a hundred thousand, which was about one-eighth of the speed of light. While flying, the ancestors constantly released attacks, but most of them passed through the gray colored light. Only a small amount could destroy the gray colored light.
The gray colored light could not only slow them down, but it could also extend space. Places that could be reached in a few breaths were delayed to a dozen breaths.
The moment they got close to the great desolate azure dragon, the twenty-three emperors attacked together.
The moment they attacked, Fang Yun felt his vision go black. His eyes burned, and they were instantly burned into pitch-black holes.
Fang Yun screamed and hurriedly closed his eyes.
Then, a gentle white light shone from outside the ancestral hall and fell on Fang Yun's body and entered his eyes.
Fang Yun's eyes quickly recovered, and the white light slowly dissipated.
Fang Yun did not dare to open his eyes.
Fang Yun closed his eyes and recalled everything he saw when his eyes were burning.
In Fang Yun's memories, he could not see any specific form of the sacred ancestors. He only saw violent space-time turbulence. In the turbulence, endless Saint Dao trajectories collided, like billions of stars exploding.
Then, Fang Yun's eyes burned again and turned into ashes.
The might of the ancestors could not be blasphemed.
Only then did Fang Yun realize how powerful and terrifying the sacred ancestors were. He also understood why he could not see the battle between the sacred ancestors. It was the sacred ancestors' power that protected him. Now that all the sacred ancestors had left, he had lost his protection.
White light shone from the ancestral hall again and repaired his eyes.
Fang Yun did not dare to recall the previous situation, but he did not give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Fang Yun understood that the battle between the sacred ancestors was far beyond anything. Compared to an ordinary Half-saint, it was on a completely different dimension. Half-saints mastered the Saint Dao, Supreme Saints mastered even more Saint Daos, and the sacred ancestors were like complete miniature universes formed by countless Saint Daos.
The battle of the Divine Ancestors was like multiple miniature universes colliding. The amount of information and the power of the Saint Path could easily destroy one's eyes.
Fang Yun could vaguely sense that there was something protecting him, which was why he had only lost his eyes. If an ordinary person below the Saint Plane looked at him indiscriminately, their soul would be destroyed.
"However, why did the Emperor Clan ancestors dare to leave themselves in the Ancestral Hall? Could the Ancestral Hall save someone whose soul had been destroyed? Or was the Ancestral Hall protecting his body? But it didn't seem like it. If the ancestral hall could protect me, it wouldn't have made me lose my eyes. The ancestral hall seems to be able to repair everything. "
Fang Yun did not dare to recall the entire process in detail, but an idea came to him and he entered the World of Wondrous Books.
A brand-new Inheritance of the Ancestors appeared within.
Subsequently, the images of the sacred ancestors that Fang Yun had seen in the stone carvings and inheritances appeared one after another in the book. There was the Ice Progenitor, the ancestors of the demon barbarians, the ancient demons, and finally the ancestors of the monarch race and the Primordial World Destroying Dragon.
In the previous World of Wondrous Books, even if there were images of the ancestors, they were still blurry, as if a child had randomly drawn them with charcoal.
But now, the images of the ancestors were vivid and lifelike. In the Legends of the Ancestors, they were completely dynamic, completely different from the images in the other books in the World of Wondrous Books.
Not only that, the images that Fang Yun had seen before he was blinded were also recorded in a page of the book, forming a dynamic image.
Fang Yun looked at the dynamic image. Other than feeling his head swelling, he did not feel anything strange.
However, in this dynamic image, the figures of the ancestors were missing, only the boundless power of the Saint Path.
The image in the book was so brilliant that it was like fireworks that could illuminate the entire universe.
Fang Yun was a little disappointed that he did not see the sacred ancestors on this page, but he immediately calmed down. Just the power of the Saint Path in the image was enough for him to comprehend until he became an ancestor.
Thus, Fang Yun began his journey of courting death.
After recording the first page, Fang Yun raised his head, opened his eyes, and looked forward again.
The world was as if it had just been created, endless divine light.
Fang Yun was blinded.
The pain was like millions of needles stabbing into his eyes, piercing them into paste. Fang Yun screamed in pain again, tears mixed with blood and flowed down his eyes.
Then, the ancestral hall shone down with holy light and repaired Fang Yun's eyes.
Fang Yun closed his eyes and recorded everything that he had just seen in the Legends of the Ancestors, forming a page of its own.
Just like that, Fang Yun began his masochistic extreme cultivation!
As time passed, the world changed, and the first blind cultivation method was born.
After a hundred times, the Hundred-Winged Tortoise Dragon let out a soft cry. Fang Yun understood her meaning, she was advising him not to do this.
Fang Yun thanked the Hundred-Winged Tortoise Dragon and continued with the blind cultivation method.
After a total of three hundred times, Fang Yun finally reached his limit. His vision turned black, and he fainted.
After an unknown period of time, Fang Yun slowly opened his eyes. He found that above him was the endless void, and below him was the door.
"This seems to be a bit too much. Let me check my body first."
Fang Yun used his divine consciousness to check his body and was stunned.
There was nothing wrong with his body, but why was there a warmth in his eyes, as if there was a strange power surging in them?
Fang Yun had a feeling that his eyes were a bit like the cloud of talent or the core of a demon barbarian, giving birth to a new kind of power.
"Could it be related to the Divine Moon Aspect Stone?"
Fang Yun thought for a moment, then looked forward again, seeking death.
Thousands of divine light seemed to split the world.
The light and power were too strong, but Fang Yun's eyes did not immediately burn.
At this moment, Fang Yun saw a thin layer of invisible glass in front of his eyes, and everything became extremely slow. The divine light was broken down into fine white traces, each trace representing a kind of Saint Dao trajectory.
The divine light was the power formed by the collision of the Divine Ancestor's Saint Dao power!
Now, it was clearly displayed in front of Fang Yun like a textbook!
But after a breath, Fang Yun was blinded again.
The good thing was that his eyes became stronger, and the burning time increased.
The bad thing was that Fang Yun was in so much pain that he fainted.
After a while, Fang Yun woke up and decided not to court death. Although he was blinded before, the pain would disappear in an instant. Now, he felt like a blunt knife cutting his flesh.
"This is it. If I continue, I'm afraid I'll become the first blind Half-saint of the human race."
Fang Yun's heart was still beating fast, and he entered the world of the strange book with his divine consciousness.
The new page of "The Legends of the Ancestors" was indeed completely different. Before, the Ancestral Divine Light was essentially a chaotic explosion of power, but now, the contents of this page were simply the most beautiful painting in the world. The saintly paths seemed to have been personally drawn by the best masters of the Way of Painting, and they were filled with exquisite beauty. Just one look was enough to make one feel satisfied, as if they had gained a great harvest.
Fang Yun was wild with joy. This was a complete Saint Dao trajectory!
From now on, looking at these Saint Dao trajectories was equivalent to having a Divine Ancestor selflessly displaying the power of the Saint Dao in front of him, allowing him to comprehend it.
"As expected, only death can be reaped!"
Fang Yun suddenly exclaimed softly. He found that his literary palace had grown several times larger, and the entire palace exuded a faint Saint Dao aura.
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