Gui Cong rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Let me think a little longer, a little longer."
A full eight hours passed before Fang Yun rose and gently stretched his body. He was not wearing the green robes of a Grand Academician, only an ordinary blue brocade scholar's robe, which lent him a little less dignity and a little more of the mundane.
From afar, Lei Zhongmo watched Fang Yun standing among the demons. In Fang Yun's features, he saw a faint heavenly majesty, as though he had stolen all the splendor of heaven and earth.
The chill on Lei Zhongmo's face deepened, for he could clearly sense his place in Fang Yun's eyes: no different from those Demon Kings. He even felt that Fang Yun had come for the Battle Realm, and that his peripheral vision had merely rested on him for an instant.
Lei Zhongmo smiled faintly and murmured to himself.
"A child who doesn't know how high heaven is or how deep the earth runs needs a proper lesson, so he learns to respect his elders." Lei Zhongmo lowered his head slightly and stopped looking at Fang Yun, quietly accepting the tempering of the Dragon Might.
Unlike Fang Yun, Lei Zhongmo had been using the power of his literary guts to resist the Dragon Might, drawing on its force to temper his literary guts.
Fang Yun walked slowly forward.
This place lay nine thousand nine hundred li from the main chamber of the Heaven-Splitting Hall, and was also the most dangerous stretch within the first ten thousand li.
For the Water Race, only those who crossed the hundred li ahead without using blood and qi would gain the Dragon Race's recognition and earn a place among the Water Race.
Fang Yun trod across the yellow earth, slowly approaching