Chapter 849: The Secret of the Stele
As for the inscriptions on these heavenly steles, Fang Yuan had already unraveled three of them, and what he saw in Donghuang Mountain now was the fourth. It's just that the inscriptions on the first three steles just made him feel a little confused, even absurd, because what was written on them were all small things that were self-inflicted due to various reasons. In his opinion, he would only think those people were stupid, but he didn't expect that what he saw on the stele in Donghuang Mountain was completely different from the previous stele...
The guard in this stele was loyal to his homeland and used the isolated city on the border to resist the savage army for ten years. It can be seen that no matter whether it is personal cultivation, knowledge, Taoism, or strategy, he is the best choice. If Fang Yuan heard about such a person, he would respect him from the bottom of his heart, but who would have thought that he would be listed as a fool alongside those on the stele?
Such a person, why do you say he is guilty?
Inexplicably, Fang Yuan saw a sense of ridicule from the inscription...
...This caused endless anger in his heart.
Who was the person who set up this stele, and why did they leave such mocking inscriptions?
If even the matter of the guard of the lonely city is a crime in the world, then what in the world is not a crime?
Fang Yuan even saw his own shadow in the guard of the isolated city. The guard, unwilling to surrender, used the small isolated city to fight against the barbarian army for ten years. Isn't it different from himself at this time? Didn't I already see the dead end in the world, but because of some obsessions in my heart, I still refused to inherit the road left by the Lord of Darkness, but wanted to find another way out of the dead end?
If this continues, I may be the same person as that guard!
The crime of the guard was because of his persistence alone, he harmed all the people in the city.
What about yourself?
Will it be because of his slow reluctance to inherit that path, that the entire world will be extinct, and there will be no more hope?
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Fang Yuan sat quietly in the ancient temple for a long time, looking at the inscription over and over again.
At this time, under the Eastern Emperor Mountain, there was a mighty magical light shaking the sky, as if the earth was trembling faintly. It can be seen how earth-shattering the battle of the Taoist Ninth Heavenly Immortal Prince Li Taiyi in the Eastern Emperor Mountain was. Presumably, there are countless people gathered under the Eastern Emperor Mountain. They are shocked by the splendor of this battle.
No matter what the outcome of this battle is, the names of Daozi of Donghuang Mountain and Prince of Jiuchongtian will be spread all over the world.
They will once become legends in this world.
Regardless of victory or defeat, this is a good story, and it is the glory that the world pursues.
Fang Yuan should also belong to this type of person. He started from a humble beginning, so even though he is weak in nature, he still has some preferences. One is that he is strong, and he always wants to master more knowledge and strength, so as to ensure that he will not return to the embarrassment of the poor family cowherd. The second is a good name. He did not show too much attention to fame and fortune, so he pursued it by any means. However, when various reputations were blessed to him, he did not refuse, because he had never had this kind of attention and recognition from the world.
So he also wanted to be one of the two people outside.
But now, he can only sit in the scripture hall, looking at the content of the inscription, silently in a daze.
"Meow……"
There was a cat meowing next to it, and the white cat came out from nowhere, with a crimson elixir in its mouth. It is estimated that it might have been refined and taken by the mountain guard of Donghuang Mountain himself, because Fang Yuan could see the same magic pattern on the elixir as the robe of the mountain guard of Donghuang Mountain. It must be the white cat walking on the mountain.
Jiaolong was ghostly Chongchong at the entrance of the scripture hall, holding a bunch of pills in his paws, and sending them to his mouth one by one, just like the pills in the white cat's mouth, the two of them must have worked together for this ticket. While stuffing it into his mouth, he could hear it muttering: "Life is bitter. Once I came out, I was locked up for three thousand years. I finally let it out. Well, the whole world is going to end..."
As for Lu Xinyao, beside a bookshelf not far away, she picked up a scripture and slowly flipped through it.
Thoughts returned to the human world and turned around, Fang Yuan settled down.
He found that his Dao heart was really covered by a shadow, and he would be distracted.
But now is not the time to be distracted, and there is no time to be distracted. Since I want to look at the inscription on the stone tablet, and Donghuangshan Daozi also generously showed the inscription to me, then I must cherish this opportunity...
There is no end to the sky, and there should be a chance to survive the catastrophe.
But now the most important thing is to study clearly, where did this catastrophe come from!
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He forced himself to restrain his distracting thoughts, and looked at the stele seriously.
He had seen many inscriptions before, but there seemed to be deep meaning in the inscription, but he never fully expressed the deep meaning, so Fang Yuan guessed that the inscription was only on the surface, and these heavenly stone inscriptions should have other secrets, like in Qingyangzong, his fellow sect Lu Qingguan, with the help of a piece of stone inscription, dreamed about the Great Immortal Realm and got some kind of brand.
These steles themselves should also be extremely mysterious!
There are many legends about them in the world. Some say that there is some kind of inheritance, some say that some history is recorded, and some say that it records the secret of the catastrophe. Fang Yuan doesn't care about inheritance or good fortune. He only hopes that he can really find some secrets from it!
With this thought in mind, Fang Yuan raised his finger slightly, and pointed towards the stone tablet.
The tentacles are cold, it seems to be a strange black iron stone, the material is not clear, and there is no mystery.
Then, nothing changes!
Fang Yuan was not discouraged, and poured another mana into the stele.
But the mana didn't make any changes to the stele.
Fang Yuan was patient and tried other methods again and again.
He tried to draw out the mysterious power inside the stele with the force of battle. He analyzed the stele according to the laws of heaven, trying to see through the mysteries hidden in the stele. He used the culture of the stele as talismans and wrapped it on the stele. He even struck it with lightning and burned it with fire!
...but the result is still the same.
Fang Yuan was really helpless.
As early as when he was in Qingyangzong, he knew the mysteries on these stone tablets, and only those who are destined can unlock them. Just like when he was in Qingyangzong, his cultivation base was already top-notch among his peers, but after participating in the research for several days, he still couldn't solve the secret on the stone tablet.
Fang Yuan has already asked Lu Qingguan for advice on that supernatural power. Considering Fang Yuan's current cultivation base, it is not difficult for him to cultivate that supernatural power.
But still no use.
Lu Qingguan could see through the mystery of the stele with that magical power, but Fang Yuan could not.
"There are so many secrets clearly recorded, but there is still a way to see them only for those who are predestined..."
Fang Yuan's heart was gradually getting restless.
Now that time is so anxious, how can we put time on this broken stone tablet?
In particular, he has tried almost all the secrets in the world, but he still can't see through the secrets inside the stele, which makes him even more angry. Why is he so unpopular with the stele? That secret, he can't touch it?
"Since Lu Qingguan once dreamed about the Great Immortal Realm with a fragment of a stone tablet, two things can be confirmed!"
Fang Yuan calmed down and thought to himself: "First, there is indeed some kind of mystery hidden in this stele!"
"second!"
Fang Yuan's pupils shrank slightly: "Even if the stele is broken, it will still have the effect..."
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When thinking of this question, Fang Yuan took a deep breath.
He sat cross-legged in front of the stele for a long time, and when he had no distracting thoughts, he suddenly raised his head.
Beside him, the void trembled, and then a ray of sword light slowly condensed out.
Fang Yuan was at his wit's end, so he decided to slash at the stele!
"I must figure out the secret on the stele!"
"The reason why Pavilion Master Langya became the Lord of Darkness, his transformation must not only be determined by reading a few inscriptions, he must have seen more secrets, but he may be afraid of invoking the curse of Kunlun Mountain, so he dare not tell me this secret directly, and if so, then I must penetrate these secrets and understand these secrets..."
"Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, you can't follow the old path of the Lord of Darkness!"
"After all, the reincarnated human world is no longer the human world!"
"After all, if you go that way, what is the sacrifice of Junior Sister Luo?"
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With countless thoughts in mind, Fang Yuan concentrated unprecedented energy to gather that sword of mind.
Inside and outside the Tibetan scripture hall, the white cat, Jiaolong, and Lu Xinyao noticed his movements, but they were all taken aback. They thought that he could not study the secrets inside, so they got angry and wanted to destroy the mysterious stone tablet directly. , maybe he will be beaten to death after a while..."
Just when it was acting stupid for a while, Fang Yuan's sword light cut into the stone tablet.
Under the current Donghuang Mountain, the battle between the Daozi of Donghuang Mountain and Li Taiyi, the crown prince of Jiuchongtian, is coming to an end. Countless people are concerned about every move.
That sword light was so bright that even he and Li Taiyi couldn't help being slightly distracted.
And the surrounding audience, Xiu, was instantly drawn away, not knowing what happened on the mountain.
At this moment, Fang Yuan's sword light in Donghuang Mountain's scripture storage hall had sliced into the stone tablet and disappeared.
His own face gradually became serious!