The Hunting Ground Island was a very special place.
The entire Ancient Desolate Land was a continent surrounded by the ocean, and the Hunting Ground Island was the only island.
There was no life in the ocean of the Ancient Desolate Land. Every person who left the continent to explore, whether it was the Great Scholar, the Great Monster King, or the avatar of Half-saint, all disappeared without a trace.
Over time, no one explored the ocean anymore.
Due to the uniqueness of the Hunting Ground Island, the barbarians outside the island couldn't enter, and the barbarians inside the island couldn't leave. Therefore, it became an important base for the human race to study the barbarians.
Fang Yun looked at the thick clouds in the sky and felt uneasy, but he didn't know where this uneasiness came from.
"The Hunting Ground has been controlled by the human race for many years. Nothing will happen. I'm afraid the uneasiness in my heart is because the countries are too strong. Among the ten Grand Scholars from Jia Kingdom, three of them were blood-soaked warriors. They killed too many barbarians. It was as if they had been soaked in the blood of demons for decades. Their bodies emitted a faint aura of blood. One of them was probably the famous Lei Li from the Lei family. His strength was probably on par with mine. "
Lei Li was originally one of the top Grand Scholars. Because he was punished by the Ancient Desolate Land, he had been honing his Grand Scholar position for more than twenty years. He was definitely stronger than the ordinary Hanlin Academy students. With more than twenty years of life and death experience, it was impossible for him to be weaker than Fang Yun, who became a Grand Scholar less than two months ago.
Talent was important, but hard work in the right direction was never inferior to talent.
If you tried hard and still failed, it wasn't because your effort was wrong, but because your direction was wrong.
The human race had a "Divine Path Direction Theory". Some people believed that a person's achievements didn't depend on talent or hard work, but on finding the right direction and persevering.
Li Wenying was one of them. He once said that his most difficult time wasn't when he didn't get the chance to meet a genius, but when he couldn't find the right direction to work hard.
Li Wenying didn't even know the direction of his cultivation back then, but he figured it out later. He majored in the Way of Confucianism and minored in the Way of War. He also specialized in related knowledge. However, Li Wenying didn't succeed immediately. Instead, he trained for a few years before he became the Duke of Jianmei.
Fang Yun slowly took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He walked out with the others and pondered.
"Just like what the Spring Hunting Class said, the Desolate City is heavier than the Saint Origin Continent. In fact, the gravity here was almost four times stronger than that of Saint Origin World, while the gravity of the Demon Realm was three times stronger than that of Saint Origin World. This degree of change in gravity might be a burden to ordinary Grand Scholars, but it's nothing to me. The air here is a bit strange, and there is a very slight toxin in it, but it has no effect on me. After all, I have eaten pseudo Dragons Balls, and a few days ago, I ate a real dragon ball. "
The power of the dragon balls was very strong. It greatly enhanced his ability to control water, but it had no effect on his talent and Wen Wei.
Fang Yun's current physical strength was comparable to that of a Flood Dragon Clan's Demon General. Of course, this did not include the defensive ability of his scales. No matter how strong Fang Yun's skin was, it was not as strong as dragon scales.
While walking, all the Grand Scholars began to move their bodies. They had to get used to it as soon as possible. Everyone would immediately practice a set of military boxing to warm up.
Fang Yun followed the crowd out of the damaged main hall. Stepping on the ancient stairs, he saw many people standing in front of him.
There were Grand Scholars from various countries participating in the Spring Hunt. There were also people wearing the Ancient Land of Desolation uniform.
Fang Yun only took a rough glance and found that the people wearing the Ancient Land of Desolation uniform were a bit different. They were shorter than ordinary people, and their skin was whiter, but it was very rough. The Spring Hunt class did not talk about the reason for the changes in the Ancient Land of Desolation, but Fang Yun immediately understood. The higher the gravity, the denser the bones of these people were. The smaller the body, the more suitable it was for this environment.
Their skin was whiter because they had not been exposed to sunlight all year round. Their skin was rough because the air and environment here were very harsh. Once out of the Ancient Land of Desolation, ordinary people could not survive for long.
However, Fang Yun did not understand. There seemed to be a lot of people in front of him, more than 10,000. Logically speaking, there should be at most a few dozen Grand Scholars.
Fang Yun was not the only one who was confused. Many people in Jingguo were also confused.
The moment Fang Yun appeared, a large number of Grand Scholars were overjoyed. A few of them were even ecstatic, and their eyes were filled with fanaticism.
This was not the Saint Origin Continent!
In the Ancient Land of Desolation, the human race only had one goal, and that was to kill the demons and barbarians!
They could not let the demons and barbarians gain a greater advantage. They had to fight for the human race.
They did not care about the rich and powerful families. They would support whoever contributed the most to the human race and who could help them.
There was no doubt that Fang Yun's war poems, gut-tempering poems, and the visions related to him were of great help to the Grand Scholars of the Ancient Land of Desolation!
It was not an exaggeration to say that he was half their savior.
"Greetings, Fang Xusheng!" Tens of thousands of people bowed in unison.
The people in Jingguo suddenly realized why there were so many Grand Scholars of the Ancient Land of Desolation. They were all here for Fang Yun.
At the same time, the Grand Scholars of Jia Country appeared in the dilapidated main hall and heard the greetings of tens of thousands of people.
The other Jia Country people smiled and were happy for Fang Yun. However, the five Grand Scholars of the Lei family looked unhappy.
A young Grand Scholar looked at Fang Yun's back and then at the dark clouds above the Ancient Land of Desolation with a look of resentment. He was the nephew of the former head of the Lei family, Lei Yue. He usually admired Lei Yue, but he did not expect that Lei Yue would give up the position of the head of the family for Fang Yun and come to the Ancient Land of Desolation for the rest of his life.
The future of one of the most outstanding Grand Scholars of the Lei family was ruined just like that.
Fang Yun did not expect the Grand Scholars of the Ancient Land of Desolation to treat him so respectfully. After being stunned for a moment, he immediately returned the greeting.
If Fang Yun came to the Ancient Land of Desolation for other matters, the Grand Scholars would have rushed up to him. However, the Grand Scholar Spring Hunt was about to be held to decide the number of Grand Scholars of the Ten Nations who could enter the Notre-Dame and the number of times they could enter the Imperial Hall. Hence, no one dared to act rashly and could only bear with it.
After the Grand Scholars of the Ten Nations arrived, the Grand Scholar who was in charge of the Ancient Land of Desolation led everyone onto the dragon carriage and left the Hundredth Desolation City for the Grand Scholar Hunting ground.
There were too many places in the Ancient Land of Desolation, so the humans used the simplest numbers to name them.
As soon as they left the city wall of the Ancient Land of Desolation, Fang Yun felt that the air had changed and his nose was a little hot. However, the strange feeling disappeared in a flash and there were no other problems apart from a slight odor when he breathed.
On the other hand, the other Grand Scholars, except for the middle-aged Grand Scholar who did not change, began coughing lightly. A few of them were coughing badly.
Fang Yun looked at the three Grand Scholars who were coughing badly and sighed in his heart. The teacher of the Spring Hunt said that the three of them were not suitable for the environment of the Ancient Land and their strength would be reduced by half! It was just like when one was not acclimatized to the environment, taking medicine would be useless. These people would only need a month to adapt, but the Spring Hunt would only last for three days.
Many Jingguo people looked sullen. They did not expect to be in such a state before the Spring Hunt had even begun.
The poetic maniac Ma Chaoming smiled and said, "The Grand Scholars this year are doing well. In the batch five years ago, a total of five people were unwell. Okay, let's take a look at the literary list. The Ding List has changed. "
Fang Yun entered the literary list with the official seal in his hand.
The Ding List of the literary list originally had poems written by him and others, but it was now replaced by the names of the Ten Nations. There was a "zero" behind each country. Floating astronomy.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
