A few moments later, the white light that protected everyone disappeared.
Where Zong Sheng had been sitting, the cushion had disappeared, and the ground was slightly black.
When the wind blew, there was not even a speck of dust.
A few moments later, a new cushion appeared out of thin air. Zong Sheng's new avatar appeared on the cushion.
Zong Sheng's new avatar's gaze was slightly dazed.
As though he had been beaten senseless.
Or as though he was an idiot from some unknown family.
The saints were silent. The Confucians were shocked.
This meant that Zong Sheng's original body had not been able to digest the Saintly Way in Fang Yun's World of Divine Thought.
What had happened in Fang Yun's World of Divine Thought?
Everyone looked at Fang Yun.
But Fang Yun calmly took out a teapot and cups, and then took out the Falling Divine Tea, boiling the water and brewing the tea in one go.
Fang Yun first served tea to the other Half-saint avatars, and then threw the teapot into the air. A few thousand drops of tea fell out of the teapot and landed in front of the Confucians, and then moved to the Confucians who were not present.
The tea did not fall like water, but a ball of white light wrapped around the colorful tea leaves. The tea leaves spun slowly and absorbed the tea, falling down like little stars.
The saint avatars drank the tea, and the sound of stars hitting each other came from their stomachs.
The Confucians swallowed the tea, their stomachs roaring, and their faces filled with joy.
Zong Mo Ju also silently picked up the tea, and drank it. His gaze finally had some spirituality.
Fang Yun did not speak. Everyone looked at Zong Mo Ju.
Zong Mo Ju swept his gaze across the saints, and then the Confucians. He seemed to hear countless questions.
In the end, Zong Mo Ju sighed softly and said, "In the Debate of Divine Thought, Bensei lost."
Everyone continued to stare at Zong Mo Ju.
The question was, how did he lose?
Zong Mo Ju was silent. No one knew what he was thinking.
After a long time, Zong Mo Ju suddenly looked up at Fang Yun and said slowly, "The Battle of Divine Paths has ended. If Bensei wins, can you take a look at the books?"
"Of course," Fang Yun dao.
Zong Mo Ju nodded lightly and then fell silent.
Wang Jinglong finally couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer. "Fang Sheng, Zong Sheng, since it's a sacred thought discussion that's beneficial to the human race, why don't you publish it in a book so that we can learn from it?"
All the Saints and Great Scholars nodded vigorously.
Fang Yun did not answer.
Zong Mo Ju said slowly, "The process of Fang Sheng entering my Sheng Thought World can be compiled into a book for everyone's reference. As for what happened in Saint Fang's World of Sacred Will, it was inconvenient for him to make it public. If you really want to make it public, you'll need Sage Fang's permission. "
Everyone looked at Fang Yun.
"It's indeed not a good time to announce it," Fang Yundao said.
Disappointment flashed across the faces of the Saints and Confucians.
The Great Confucian scholars who were familiar with each other looked at each other and saw the unbearable itch in each other's eyes. The difference in their Divine Will was too great. Zong Sheng could not even hold on for two breaths. Something extremely special must have happened.
Things were happening right before their eyes, but they didn't know the details. This made it hard for them to calm down.
Fang Yun glanced at the gossipy Saints and Great Scholars and said, "Let's begin the second round, Zong Sheng."
Everyone immediately calmed down, suppressing their curiosity and restlessness. They looked at the two Saints.
Zong Sheng said slowly, "Before today, Bensei would have backed down. But since he lost, Bensei doesn't need to pretend anymore. For the second round, I choose the Divine Will battle. "
Everyone was shocked, especially the Great Scholars. Their minds were trembling.
The Divine Will battle was definitely a battle of physical bodies. It was good that both sides knew their limits. If they really went all out, one of them would definitely die.
This would be bad news for the human race.
Even the Jingguo scholars didn't want to see Zong Sheng die.
Before Fang Yun could answer, Zong Sheng continued, "The Barbarians and Demons are watching. If you and I fight to the death, the Barbarians and Demons will benefit. You and I will only compete three times. First, Divine Will, second, Divine Body, and third, Literary World. No external objects. What do you think? "
Everyone heard this and found it hard to believe.
Zong Moju was a Half-saint and a veteran Half-saint. Not only was he afraid of death, he even purposely limited Fang Yun's power and fought the Divine Will battle in his favorite way.
But thinking about it, if they could only last a breath in front of Fang Yun in the Divine Will Battle, they would probably do the same.
Zong Moju's way of challenging was in line with the philosophy of the School of Miscellany. It changed according to time, situation, and person.
Some Great Scholars shook their heads and smiled bitterly. The School of Miscellany was too shameless. It was hard for the Confucians to do that.
Fang Yun was known for his poetry and had many treasures. Zong Moju did not compete and directly destroyed Fang Yun's ability. While Divine Will was closely related to Literary Courage, it needed a long time to nurture. Needless to say, Divine Body and Literary World were the same. All three needed a lot of time to grow. Zong Moju had a huge advantage in these three areas.
If the opponent was not Fang Yun, this battle would be easy. But even if it was Fang Yun, according to everyone's predictions, Fang Yun only had a 20% chance of winning.
While everyone was critical of Zong Moju, they did not think he was despicable. The premise of all this was to not overdo it. If one side could not win, they would admit defeat immediately. At most, they would suffer some minor injuries and be able to recover in a few months.
Restricting Fang Yun and not crossing the bottom line meant that no matter what, Zong Moju could be called a Half-saint of the human race. He had no intention of killing Fang Yun.
Following one's Divine Path was not embarrassing.
Fang Yun nodded and said, "I'm a junior, so I'll listen to your advice."
Everyone's heart skipped a beat.
It was clearly a humble remark, but there was an indomitable will hidden in his words!
However, no one could understand Fang Yun's intentions. Because Fang Yun's words had no killing intent, it meant that he did not care about the outcome of this battle. He did not want to defeat Zong Moju.
Then, where did Fang Yun's battle intent come from?
What was Fang Yun going to do to Zong Moju?
With all kinds of questions, everyone looked at the two.
Fang Yun's and Zong Sheng's avatars did not move.
Suddenly, everyone looked up and saw two beams of divine light fly out of Saint Origin World into space and disappear.
Wang Jinglong thought for a moment and pointed at the sky.
A huge light screen appeared in front of the Temple of All Saints. Within the light screen was a starry sky.
In the starry sky, Fang Yun and Zong Moju looked at each other.
Everyone looked carefully and realized that they were no longer in Saint Origin Planet. Even the sun was different. They should have gone to another star field.
All the Confucians were excited. This was the battle of Half-saint!
And it was not a battle against the barbarians and demons, but an internal battle of the human race!
They would definitely gain a lot!
Wang Jinglong said, "Everyone, who do you think is better?"
"Zong Sheng, of course," said Cloud Saint.
Chen Qingzhi said, "Fang Sheng's Divine Will is the strongest Bensei has ever seen. Why is it Zong Sheng?"
Cloud Saint said, "When Zong Sheng's Divine Will was sparring, he must have hidden his strength. His Divine Will should be above mine. Why was it on par with mine?"
Everyone thought for a moment and realized that Zong Sheng's Divine Will was too weak.
The explosion of the avatar did not mean anything. It was just a matter of the strength of the Divine Will. It could even be said that Zong Moju's Divine Will was too strong.
In the starry sky, Fang Yun looked at Zong Moju.
"Please!"
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