The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 2419 The End of the Burial of the Holy Valley

The mysterious and terrifying invisible force finally prevailed, and the soul-suppressing charms on the surface of the Soul-Suppressing Corridor slowly melted, turned into tiny particles, and slowly drifted away.

Part of it was absorbed by the Wen Palace, and the other part was permanently dissipated.

The main body of the Soul-Suppressing Corridor broke with a snap and fell into the Wen Palace, revealing the ancient monster stone box.

The terrifying power fell on the ancient monster stone box, and there was a crisp sound. The power disappeared inexplicably, and the stone box, like the Soul-Suppressing Corridor, made a snap and completely shattered, revealing two ordinary pieces of steel.

Then, a similar force fell from the sky, directly hitting the two pieces of steel, and even split Fang Yun's Wen Palace.

Suddenly, in the inconspicuous landing of the Wen Palace, the Holy Dao Eight-sided Sword suddenly emitted a brilliant golden light, and the holy power was like the sea, and instantly rushed out of Fang Yun's eyebrows.

The strongest mysterious power was like the will of heaven and earth, magnificent and supreme.

The Eight-sided Sword of the Holy Path was pure and sincere, and countless human figures appeared, covering the world.

The Eight-sided Sword of the Holy Path was slashed out, the space cracked, the two realms were divided, and the land of thousands of miles returned to chaos.

The strongest mysterious power was drawn into the chaos and disappeared.

Then, the third strongest mysterious power appeared, but Fang Yun had disappeared.

The terrifying power was like a crazy beast, constantly looking for Fang Yun, causing billions of miles of space to shatter and the world to collapse.

In the Wanwang Mountain.

Two thousands of miles of white bone dragons rose from the ground as the sea, and their heads and necks intersected to form a huge gate.

Then, streams of light flew out from it, like meteors flying to different places.

Suddenly, a furry giant claw fell from the sky and slapped some of the streams.

The black flames in the eye sockets of a white bone dragon that formed the giant gate of the Burial Valley suddenly expanded, opened its mouth, and spewed out a gray mist.

As soon as the giant claw touched the mist, it melted away instantly. Then, a scream that resounded through the sky came from a distant place in the demon world.

Then, the gray mist actually reached the screaming place in an instant, turning into a thick fog, covering a thousand miles.

A more miserable scream suddenly sounded, and then stopped abruptly.

After a few breaths, the thick fog dissipated.

All the demons and barbarians within a thousand miles died.

The demon world's Tianlang clan, including the semi-saints, were exterminated today.

The demon world was unprecedentedly silent, and the saintly thoughts in the sky that were originally invincible all retracted.

Without external interference, those streams of light smoothly left Wanwang Mountain and moved to various realms.

The two skeleton dragons began to sink slowly.

When the skeleton dragons were about to sink completely into the center of Wanwang Mountain, the neck bones of one dragon suddenly cracked, and then some bones broke.

A figure appeared out of thin air.

The next moment, the two skeleton dragons completely entered Wanwang Mountain.

The man was dressed in white, his eyes were like stars, and his lips were like red fire.

He fanned the wooden fan slowly, and looked up at the sky with curiosity, looking down at the demon world.

"It doesn't matter what's going on, let's have some fun first. However, Fang Yun seems..."

After saying that, the man turned into a faint airflow, and flew to an unknown place.

After he left, the ground cracked, and a strange man with a height of a thousand feet and a huge coffin on his back struggled to climb up like a drowning person.

After a few breaths, the earth closed.

Everything returned to silence.

Shengyuan Continent.

For most scholars, the disappearance of the great scholars did not bring any impact.

Even if there was no news of Fang Yun and Yi Zhishi for a long time, most scholars have gradually adapted.

Shengyuan Continent will not stop operating because of anyone.

Soon, some scholars found that Shengyuan Continent seemed to have some changes.

Many great scholars and wealthy families began to hold funerals together. The funerals of those people were not particularly grand, and each family also acted in a low-key manner.

Under the investigation of interested people, some news began to spread in Shengyuan Continent.

Soon, many scholars knew that the legendary Burial Valley had ended, some great scholars returned to Shengyuan Continent with treasures, and some great scholars died in the Burial Valley.

Then, some great scholars who were proven to have gone to the Burial Valley began to show up one after another, such as Yi Zhishi, Tian Songshi, He Mingyuan, etc.

These scholars suddenly discovered that Fang Yun did not show up!

Not long after, a secret message spread among the scholars in Shengyuan Continent.

After Fang Yun left the Burial Valley, he was seriously injured and dying, his palace was damaged, and he could no longer use his talent and became an ordinary person.

However, many people refuted this rumor.

Strangely, none of the great scholars who came out of the Burial Valley came forward to refute this rumor. The people of the Saint Family and the Saint Academy seemed to turn a blind eye to this news. Only the scholars of Jingguo strongly criticized this rumor.

Soon, those astute scholars judged that Fang Yun was not dead, but he definitely did not return safely. He was probably seriously injured and was receiving treatment.

A few days later, some very strange remarks appeared among the scholars of Jingguo. They believed that Fang Yun had disappeared, so all his benefits and official positions should be temporarily deprived.

However, except for a few people, all parties in the government and the opposition were rarely consistent.

Those people still wanted to add fuel to the fire, but the head of the Chen Sheng family publicly stated that he opposed any move that was not conducive to Fang Yun.

Those noises disappeared immediately.

Xiangzhou, outside Yueyang City.

In October, the autumn colors of Dongting Lake began to rise, and it was the favorite place for nearby literati and elegant guests. When night fell, the pleasure boats lined up on the lakeside, and the lanterns were densely covered, all with laughter and joy.

An old man in a light blue robe was carrying a wine pot and staggering along the lakeside. His clothes were full of stains, including oil stains, ink stains, dirt, and even some dried leftovers.

His hair was loose, and his gray hair was as messy as a chicken coop, with leaves and dirt on it.

Wherever he went, people nearby would be driven away by the pungent smell of alcohol around him, as if making way for him.

His eyes were hazy, and he had a drunken smile on his face, mumbling something that no one could understand. After walking for a while, he drank a lot of wine, and suddenly choked. After a violent cough, he pointed to the sky and cursed.

He spoke unclearly, and everyone only heard some fragmentary words.

"... God... is unfair... God must strike me with lightning... Eagle... despicable... bitter..."

Not long after, he jumped onto a small boat, then his body swayed, and he fell on the boat, half sitting and half lying, pointing to the center of the lake and saying vaguely: "Send... send me to... go to the center of the lake... I want to... hehe... pee in the center of the lake! Hehehehe..."

The old drunkard said while grinning foolishly.

The boatman said awkwardly: "Sir, it's already night, I think you should go home and sleep. We are a small business..."

"Isn't it... just money? I don't lack money!"

After saying that, the old drunkard touched his waist, took out a five-liang silver ingot, shook it at the boatman, and suddenly threw it into the lake.

The boatman was stunned, then jumped off the boat to touch the silver at the bottom of the water.

The old drunkard laughed, suddenly stood up, staggered and held the oar, and began to row randomly towards the center of the lake, laughing as he rowed.