After some thought.
Fang Xian shelved the idea of taking in a disciple.
He planned to start a sect for fun. The main idea was to treat the Robbery power that he had lost as the call of a certain existence, using this to strengthen the connection and allow him to sense the Robbery power.
As for the cultivation method of a necromancer, forget it.
"At the same time, faith … may be the key to advancing from level 6 to level 7 … If I can use faith to directly push me to level 7, then the Nirvana period will naturally be over … But I still don't know about the realm of level 7, I need to read more True God books … to correct my shortcomings."
Fang Xian thought for a while, then focused his attention on the poem:
"I have experienced rebirth and death, but could not reach the other side … Death chased after the shadow, without youth it did not wither … But this poem will live, and grant you immortality …"
"This seems … to be a portrayal of me … But at the same time, some inexplicable power has seeped into it …"
Fang Xian muttered and began to chant an incantation.
The dark mental power was transformed and infused into the poem.
The surrounding environment suddenly underwent some inexplicable changes.
There seemed to be an eye blinking in the void.
The shadow lifted the curtain, and something seemed to be wriggling inside …
"Just in time …"
Fang Xian thought for a while, swallowed a medicine that lowered his rationality, and began to actively immerse himself in the poem.
He seemed to hear the sound of his blood flowing. His thoughts rose infinitely, as if he had arrived above the clouds.
In a state of almost depravity and madness, Fang Xian felt that his thoughts were beginning to come into contact with something.
It was chanting, it was reading aloud, it was a poem!
It was … a crazed cry!
"Humans are not the rulers of the world …"
"Those great existences existed in the past, exist today, and will exist forever in the future!"
As if a crazed person who occasionally saw through the truth, he shouted: "At the bottom of the abyss, countless abominable beings are waiting for their arrival …"
This was the end of truth, the bottom of madness.
"Ah!"
Fang Xian pressed his temples and woke up.
He looked at the draft paper in his hand, feeling very unfamiliar.
The originally blank draft paper was now filled with line after line of words, most of them were scribbled, only a few words could be recognized:
"Source, Undying … Reincarnation … Lost …"
Fang Xian recalled that feeling and began to think about his Godly Name.
Since he had decided to become a secret existence and began to preach, this was naturally necessary.
But of course, he couldn't just randomly make it up. He had to have power!
Eliciting and elaborating from immortal poems … was the most orthodox and directed way.
After figuring this out, Fang Xian picked up his pen and wrote the first line on the draft paper: "The God of Loss!"
This direction was far too complicated. Any slumbering Primeval Overlords or Ancients could be viewed as lost deities.
Therefore, Fang Xian continued to write the second sentence, "The source of necromancers, the Lord of Samsara!"
Next came the third line: "Sovereign of Tribulation Power, Imperishable Being, Monarch of Endless Space-Time!"
'Fortunately, my status is still there. With so many qualifiers, there will definitely be a reaction … At least, that's the case in this world.'
Fang Xian nodded in satisfaction and continued writing the scriptures.
It was too slow to collect faith and slowly entice believers. He had to have an organization and a legacy!
He planned to write a scripture that described supernatural powers, which was somewhat similar to the Secret Gu Scripture of the Outlanders' Order.
This scripture would naturally be the sacred scripture of the newly established Order in the future.
"Let's give it a name … 'Secret Scripture'? 'Black Heavenly Book'? 'Madman's Poem'? "
Fang Xian thought mischievously.
At this time, he had not mastered many "poems", but they were all written on the first few pages of the scripture.
"Although there is the possibility of mixed powers, it would be abnormal if the scriptures of the heathens did not cultivate a few lunatics and monsters, right?"
He didn't feel the slightest burden in his heart.
…
After deciding to establish the Order, Fang Xian's work and rest became regular again.
Except that in addition to writing every day, he also had to write scriptures.
It was autumn.
Fang Xian walked into the Secret Keeper's branch.
He had finished his vacation. There was another piece of good news, which was that Lov had also recovered and returned to work.
At this time, in an office.
Lov was looking at some slides.
The pictures were probably taken of the situation in Lantis.
It could be seen that the former residents of the town had all turned into monsters.
They were like zombies, wandering around the town and its surroundings according to their instincts. However, they had a fixed range and never left easily.
"The above … is the summary report of the Lunatic Town case! After the observation of a legendary investigator … As long as we maintain vigilance and keep it a secret … the pollution there will not erupt in a short time. "
Frank, who had lost an arm, introduced, "Lov, do you have any additional opinions?"
"No!"
Lov looked thinner and shook his head slowly.
"Good … After the lockdown is over, we will investigate the problem of your operation this time … That evil existence is suspected to have the power of dreams and can control spores to contaminate flesh and blood … Lov, you were already down. Don't you think it's suspicious that Rocca could escape with you?"
Frank asked. "It was the same for the previous operation."
"That's because … Rocca has the ability to cast spells. I reported it at the beginning."
Lov furrowed his brows.
"Yes, we also have the two poems and have done experiments … The damage is not strong … especially against the spores. In this aspect, I think Investigator Rocca is holding back," Frank added.
"Everyone has secrets," Lov retorted. Lov countered, "Every legendary investigator is like that. Aren't the veterans and elites like us the same?"
"But, Rocca is only a trainee … See … This is where the problem lies." Frank smiled.
"Ahem … He has passed the test. I nominate him as an official investigator," Lov said in a deep voice. Lov said in a deep voice, "Although Rocca hasn't joined for long, he has solved many cases …"
"Ahem … Let me say something."
In the meeting room, an old man smiled. "We all know that Rocca was kidnapped and sacrificed by the Fallen Star Church … And how can the minds of mortals not be affected when facing such a great existence? The intelligence detection system of the Secret Keeper might not be able to find all the problems. "
"Catian, what do you want?" Lov was suddenly on guard.
"How about a complete and thorough investigation?"
Catian's lips curled into a smile.
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