The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2188 Decay

Fang Yun's body was motionless, but his mind was already in a strange world.

The world was pitch black in all directions, as if the void was sinking and the world was silent. Slowly, silver-black thin lines appeared around the void creatures under his feet, and slowly intertwined to form low trees. These low trees were arranged in a mysterious and wonderful way, intricate, as if forming a maze.

At the same time, there seemed to be a mirror directly above, reflecting the same silver-black thin lines and dense forests of trees.

The upper and lower two pictures of the evil tree fragments were completely symmetrical. Fang Yun's mind stepped on one and the other on his head. The next moment, the two pictures of the evil tree fragments suddenly expanded!

The lower picture of the evil tree fragments turned into silver-black mountains, rivers, and hills on the earth, while the upper picture of the evil tree was covered by the night sky and shining stars.

In the billions of miles of territory and sky, Fang Yun was as small as an ant.

The heaven and earth shook, and strands of golden holy energy dissipated from it. In the blink of an eye, the golden holy energy turned into countless flickering shadows.

Those golden shadows were like gods and demons dancing wildly, filling the heaven and earth.

Fang Yun tried his best to watch, but all the shadows were twisting and flickering at a very fast speed, and he couldn't see what they were. Every time he looked at it, he felt that a magnificent mountain rushed into his mind.

But after a breath, Fang Yun felt that there were tens of thousands of mountains in his mind, forming a mountain range, sealing the world, and bursting his mind. Moreover, the continuous mountain range was constantly increasing and might crush his spiritual world at any time.

Fang Yun's mood did not fluctuate at all. He systematically controlled the holy energy in the Wen Palace to merge into the divine mind to fight against the invisible mountain range in his mind.

Fang Yun closed his eyes, was silent for a moment, and slowly opened his eyes at a very slow speed, revealing a very thin gap, between which golden light flickered and holy energy surged.

At this point, Fang Yun could only see a few golden shadows, but the flickering speed of each shadow slowed down.

Fang Yun scanned the shadows again, but there were so many shadows, and each shadow seemed like a mountain or a world, extremely strange and extremely distant.

Not long after, Fang Yun focused his eyes on a shadow, and the speed of the shadow's twisting and flickering became slower and slower, and finally it was so slow that Fang Yun could clearly see all the subtle changes of the golden shadow.

Fang Yun stared at the shadow expressionlessly. After a quarter of an hour, the shadow suddenly shook lightly and dissipated between heaven and earth. At the same time, a ball of light golden light suddenly burst out from his eyes, and then a peak in the invisible mountain range in his mind collapsed, turning into countless extremely tiny particles, merging into the mind and the palace of literature.

A grand sound that seemed real and illusory sounded in Fang Yun's palace of literature, like a giant hugging a mountain and hitting the earth, resonating in all directions.

Fang Yun's body shook, closed his eyes, and then a subtle luster appeared on the surface of his skin, and then slowly disappeared.

Fang Yun had his eyes closed, but he saw a leaf that was very common in the tree world. The leaf left the branch, slowly fell, and finally fell to the ground, dried, decayed, and merged into the soil.

This seemed to be a very common scene, a phenomenon that could not be more ordinary.

Fang Yun, for some reason, smiled knowingly, slowly stretched out his right hand, gently pinched his thumb and index finger, and the leaf of a tree above fell down and landed between the two fingers.

Fang Yun smiled and slowly pinched the leaf.

One breath, two breaths, the green leaves did not change at all.

Three breaths, the leaves that were originally full of vitality turned yellow in an instant, and turned into ashes in an instant, and the wind blew gently, dissipating like smoke.

A bunch of phantoms, a leaf is born and dies.

Fang Yun opened his eyes, and two identical pictures of evil trees continued to appear in his eyes. His mind once again searched for golden phantoms between the remaining pictures of the evil tree. Soon, Fang Yun stared at another bunch of phantoms.

In Fang Yun's eyes, the shadow slowly stopped flickering and finally turned into a branch with seven leaves on it. As time went by, the seven leaves gradually withered and fell. When the last leaf fell, the golden shadow disappeared.

Next, Fang Yun kept capturing new shadows. Almost every shadow was related to falling leaves and withering, as if repeating the process of the leaves full of vitality from peak to withering.

All the processes seemed to be no different, but Fang Yun was like a possessed man, constantly looking for similar shadows.

It was not just a shadow, but the trajectory of the holy way.

One thought, one world, one leaf, one universe.

After one day and one night, Fang Yun's eyes began to shed dark blood.

After two days and two nights, Fang Yun's temples gradually turned white.

After three days and three nights, the moon in Fang Yun's eyes suddenly shrank, and the pattern woven by the silver-black silk threads lost its attachment and collapsed.

The extremely evil power of the moon tree fruit core was also suddenly retracted into the fruit core.

Fang Yun's eyes were replaced by dark flesh holes. The eyeballs disappeared and the edges were smooth. After a few breaths, flesh buds grew on the edges of the flesh holes, slowly growing and finally forming new eyes.

At first glance, these eyes were no different from before, but if you look closely, you will find that these eyes are extremely white and extremely black, as if the two purest colors in the world are fused together. There is a huge difference, but it is extremely harmonious.

Fang Yun blinked lightly, always feeling that the world in front of him was a little different, but he couldn't tell exactly where it was different, and then he entered the Wen Palace.

Soon, Fang Yun's spiritual gaze fell on the talent and bright moon.

The talent of the great scholar condensed into the moon.

Before, a poetry tripod appeared on Fang Yun's talent, and now, there is still a poetry tripod on the first bright moon on the left, but on the second bright moon next to it, there is a new bronze tripod with three legs and two ears. The body of the tripod is mottled and old, and the vast ancient atmosphere blows towards you. Compared with the first tripod, it has a more gray and decayed atmosphere.

On the second tripod, there is a very strange symbol, which looks like a picture or a word.

Fang Yun can't recognize this symbol, and it doesn't exist in the inheritance of the tree master, but at a glance, he knows that the meaning of this word is close to the Chinese character "ku".

Looking at the evil tree picture, Fang Yun comprehended a kind of holy power related to the evil tree in the tree world. This power is very shallow, and it is only the most preliminary holy power, but it has finally entered the scope of the holy way and has surpassed the realm of the edge of the holy way that the great Confucian can reach.

"Desolate!"

Fang Yun formally named this new power, and then tried to use it. He soon found that no matter whether it was war poetry or verbal battles, it could not "directly" carry this power, because this was the real power of the Holy Way, even if it was only the lowest level at present.

However, as a great scholar, there is a power that can carry this level of Holy Way power.

Family, country and the world!

Because family, country and the world are the prototype of the semi-saint literary world.

Fang Yun's mind moved, and a perfect translucent sphere appeared in the Wen Palace, and the surface of the sphere was covered with cracks everywhere.

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