Fang Yun had read widely and understood how every kind of literary platform was forged.
Each kind of literary platform had its own forging method. For example, the Eight-Bushel Literary Platform could only be forged when literary renown was at its height, like oil seething over a raging fire, so literary qi had to collide violently for it to take shape.
The glorious prose literary platform required more than great literary renown; it also tested one's understanding of poetry and prose. Thus, during its forging, literary qi had to condense slowly and densely. Only by proceeding steadily could one achieve complete success.
Fang Yun followed the standard method for condensing a glorious prose literary platform to the letter. He never lost focus as the mist of literary qi turned to water and the water gathered into stone, yet it suddenly exploded at the very end.
The reason Fang Yun was puzzled was that every book recorded the same thing: a nascent literary platform fractured because its core power was insufficient, causing it to crack and then collapse.
Yet Fang Yun had clearly sensed that the power inside his literary platform was immense-so immense that the entire platform seemed unable to withstand it and burst apart.
I've never heard of anything like this. If the power is great, it should naturally condense without trouble. How could it fail?
Thousands of thoughts flashed through Fang Yun's mind in an instant. Finding that no book had ever recorded such a situation, he kept his eyes closed and once again used Xu Weiyin's method to condense a glorious prose literary platform.
The entire process was exactly the same as before. Literary qi carrying Fang Yun's knowledge gathered into mist, then became flowing water, and finally fused into rock amid violent entanglements and collisions.
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