Thoughts Lingering in a Stone, Converging in Four Books

"Wolf?"

Looking at the ferocious beasts with their green eyes, Qiu Yan's heart stirred, and then his gaze fell on that figure.

The figure emerged from the stone statue; it was an elderly man, not young, dressed in animal skin, carrying a Ceremonial Staff, his hands and feet exposed, emaciated and covered in frostbite.

His face was covered in wrinkles, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, and it was because of these eyes that he appeared energetic and vigorous.

To Qiu Yan's surprise, this person was surrounded by a rich Literary Thought —which was not unusual and expected—but besides that, there was also a powerful and vigorous quality mixed within the Literary Thought...

Incense offerings People's Wishes!

Indeed, it is neither simply incense offerings to express thoughts, nor the unconscious gathering of People's Wishes, but rather like Incense Faith refined by the gods, only slightly mixed and chaotic, without a unified consciousness to preside over and control it.

After observing for a moment, Qiu Yan cupped his hands in greeting and said to the Human Path, "Qiu Yan, a junior, greets Lord Su!"

Seeing the man's attire and the Ceremonial Staff in his hand, and recalling the previous scene, how could he not guess his identity? In fact, even before stepping into the gathering place of the Three Rivers Tribe, Qiu Yan had sensed from afar on that mountaintop that he knew there was a secret hidden there.

Upon seeing this, the person opposite shook his head slightly. "No need for formalities. Although we are of the same race, we are from different eras and dynasties. There's no need to make things so complicated." The old man's voice was somewhat deep, not hoarse or sinister, but rather possessed a profound quality. "I didn't summon your Yin Spirit to hear these things."

Qiu Yan appears to have all his limbs intact, but in reality, he is merely Divine Soul Yin Spirit that Spirit Projection his body and is isolated from Meng Qingbin and the others, with no communication between them.

"What does Lord Su wish to teach me?" Qiu Yan asked, still wondering about the other's current form of existence.

Without a doubt, the envoy who once represented the Great Yan and traveled to the Xionbei has passed away, buried on the edge of the North Sea, his body turned into a stone statue. Perhaps because of this, the ineffable changes left behind, coupled with the understanding and admiration of the idiom "Lord Su sheep" by scholars and common people over the Scholar Forest few hundred years, have fundamentally changed the form of his existence.

However, it seems that he did not return to the underworld, nor did he become a god—he was worthy of being deified because he carried the thoughts of all people.

The lack of unified People's Wishes of incense offerings proves that the person in question has not become a deity; otherwise, it would be impossible for them to be unable to control the incense offerings.

"Could it be that its body turned into rock, or that the ancient Xionbei people used some method to immobilize its True Spirit, locking it here on the shores of the North Sea?"

"You're probably wondering if I'm bound to this land."

At this moment, the old man suddenly spoke, revealing Qiu Yan's thoughts. Qiu Yan did not argue, tacitly agreeing with the question. Then he heard the man continue, "Actually, I am not the person from back then. The Envoy Su sheep here has long since left. I am merely a trace he left behind, a consciousness formed by combining the thoughts of all people. I possess his thoughts, memories, and temperament, but ultimately, I am not the same consciousness."

"A combination of traces and the will of the people?" Upon hearing this, Qiu Yan frowned, filled with doubt and a sense of vigilance.

"Indeed," the old man nodded. "His dedication to his mission, his attachment to his homeland, his regret at not being able to return to his roots, and this body that has turned into cold rock—these are all traces left in this world."

Hearing this, Qiu Yan's mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts. He naturally knew that there was an Order in the world. When Human Path thoughts gathered and were placed in one place, they might temporarily reside in a certain place through some kind of connection. However, it was hard to say whether they could give birth to another consciousness. Just like the gods sealed in the Zhou Rao Continent, the People's Wishes involved in the Divine Office had been constantly gathering, accumulating, and settling over thousands of years.

"That deity has been sealed away for a long time, and the People's Wishes has been dormant for countless years, yet no other consciousness has been born. This may be because his original body is close enough, or because his physical body did not turn into rock and remain outside, or it may be because the seal is tight enough, but..."

He gazed at the old man's figure opposite him, sensing the aura and emotional fluctuations emanating from him. He clearly recognized that these auras and fluctuations were exactly the same as those of the previous stone statue—

It is filled with longing and regret, but more than anything, it is a steadfast determination born from a firm belief!

"If this old man is truly a newly born consciousness, inheriting the memories, personality, and way of thinking of the departed, then what happened to the original owner? Did he go to a distant place, or has he ceased to exist?"

The old man's gaze shifted, as if he could see through Qiu Yan's thoughts, but this time he didn't speak directly. Instead, he said, "Don't think so much. My appearance before you is not to harm you. In fact, you are not the first person to see me. Over the past few hundred years, many people from the Central Plains have come here."

"Oh? But everyone has the opportunity to enter this place?" Qiu Yan said, looking around. What came into view was a field of white grass that stretched as far as the eye could see.

This is certainly not a real scene, but a vast Ice Plains that has been brought to life by the People's Wishes.

This Ice Plains was not deliberately frozen; it was formed because of the story of Lord Su sheep, which spread and inspired the thoughts of the people, officials, and literati of the Central Plains.

This kind of image, constructed from hearsay, is bound to differ from the real Ice Plains, and contains many elements of idealism.

However, Qiu Yan understood all of this, but the gray wolves scattered throughout the grass puzzled him. He didn't know why. When people think of sheep, they should think of sheep, and the projected images should also be sheep, but there wasn't a single sheep in sight.

Some are wolves that prey on sheep.

The old man shook his head. "Not everyone can see me. It's not a matter of whether I want to or not, but rather their own aptitude and achievements. Someone like you, with your own cultivation, can certainly sense me. But if you're just a simple cultivator, it's difficult to resonate with your Literary Thought. Moreover, I sense a profound spirit in you, not from external forces, but emanating from your heart. It seems you possess a brilliant mind, capable of creating something great. Furthermore..."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and several illusory shadows were reflected in the slits of his eyes, as if soldiers were charging into battle.

"Not everyone who comes here can Thought-Convergent Order, let alone two Order!"

"So, whether or not we can meet the senior depends entirely on ourselves?" Qiu Yan asked. The other party did not answer, but his figure dimmed slightly.

"Time is running out. It is fate that you have come here to see me. I am summoned by your Literary Thought and intentions. I still have things to do, but you are, after all, a seed of Human Path. So, watch the wolves graze from the sidelines." After saying this, he raised the Ceremonial Staff in his hand and pointed it in the air, making a "crackling" sound. The gray wolves scattered in the grass suddenly moved, struggling as if they were being held down by invisible hands, unable to break free. Then they released a wild and untamed thought!

"This is..."

Qiu Yan's eyes lit up, and he actually closed his eyes, releasing his senses to envelop the surroundings, capturing and gathering the emotions released by the wild wolf.

Before long, a thought struck his soul, and the Four Sections Bookshelves spun around, the Historical River roared forth, and many Grasslands scenes flowed out from the wild wolves, converging into a river, also a long river, recording the history of the Grasslands.

In the distance, the old man, who had been walking away, paused and said, "Hmm? I didn't expect your studies to be so complex, even dabbling in the Historians' School. Well then, since you're here, I'll grant you your wish!"

Before he finished speaking, the long river that had gathered from the wild wolf flew straight over and collided with Qiu Yan's long river. The two rivers intertwined and slowly merged into one!

The river swelled dramatically, like a water system that swells wildly during a rainstorm!

"Thank you for your kindness, senior!" Qiu Yan thanked him without hesitation. With a thought, the content related to Military School in the surging river flowed out, gathered in his soul, and merged into the Phantom Books with a blurry cover!

The next moment, the book burst into light, momentarily overshadowing the Yin Spirit's own radiance, and flew out, finally revealing the words on the cover clearly.

Thing!

Once this character was formed, the entire book underwent a sudden transformation, seemingly about to take shape. However, Qiu Yan changed his mind and stopped the transformation, leaving some room for improvement, and did not truly create the Original Edition second classic.

However, this movement eventually startled the old man, who stopped in his tracks and couldn't help but sigh, "I thought you were about to complete your masterpiece, but it turns out you were just one step away..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qiu Yan's Yin Spirit stirred again, drawn by the "Will" part, and the already formed "System" part flew out, releasing ripples. The Hundred Schools Aura Families that merged into it spread out, and the Divine Ability auras of the three great cultivators, Rouluo State Preceptor, Ultimate Martial Venerable, Heavenly Hound, expanded.

The surrounding scenery rippled like the surface of water.

The old man turned his head in surprise and couldn't help but say, "You've already created a classic text? Judging from your Yin Spirit, you're not very old, yet you've achieved so much! Truly..."

Before he could finish speaking, another illusory book jumped out from Qiu Yan's Yin Spirit, joining the "Rules" and "Events" books and echoing each other. The three books exuded a strange aura, converging in the center to form a fourth ethereal book, as misty as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

But this scene caused a glint of light to flash in the old man's eyes. He sighed, "Truly, talented people emerge in every generation. I never expected that you would not only have completed one book, but also be about to create another. There is also another book that is already in its early stages. And there is more to it than meets the eye. It is truly an eye-opener for me that you can create a fourth classic!"

Before he could finish speaking, Qiu Yan's soul changed again, Myriad People's Heart Fire suddenly shifted. A mysterious secret deep within the flames was drawn out by an unknown force, layer upon layer, and finally condensed into the shape of a flame!

A projection of the Humanistic Fire Seed!

The old man suddenly stopped talking!

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