After forming the first tier of his Literary Platform, Fang Yun breathed a sigh of relief and began forming the second. But when it was only a quarter complete, his sacred qi ran out.
The unfinished second tier crumbled, reverting to literary qi and sacred qi. The sacred qi returned to Fang Yun's body, while the literary qi dissipated.
Fang Yun's brow furrowed briefly before smoothing again. Just as he had expected, he lacked sacred qi.
Inside the cave, Fang Yun's physical body opened his eyes.
The cave had been sealed shut and was pitch-black, but to Fang Yun, it was no different from broad daylight. He could faintly see the sky outside through cracks in the stone.
The sky over the Burial Saint Valley was forever as blue as a gemstone.
Fang Yun found himself caught in a dilemma.
If he stayed here, even several hundred years would not be enough to absorb the sacred qi needed to forge the Ninth Literary Platform.
If he left to search for sacred qi, he would very likely encounter Demon Barbarians. If he encountered one or two ordinary Great Demon Kings, he was confident he could defeat them at very little cost. But if he encountered a Demon Barbarian Great Khan equivalent to a Literary Ancestor, the odds would be grim. If he encountered an Emperor Realm foe, death was certain.
Fang Yun lowered his head and glanced at the Sea-Swallowing Shell. The Inkstone Turtle, Ink Maiden, and Mist Butterfly were all inside it. Bringing them out would require a great deal of sacred qi, let alone other powerful Literary Treasures such as the Marquis Wu Chariot.
"I can only find a way to locate a sacred qi source and spirit bones."
Countless images surfaced in Fang Yun's mind.
There were maps