Not only did the three Great Scholars look around in astonishment, but even the ancient corpses sensed the upheaval in the world's vital energy and searched their surroundings.
The Bull Emperor Ancient Corpse even slowed abruptly, growing wary.
After looking around, the three Great Scholars turned toward Fang Yun almost simultaneously.
Fang Yun stood atop Walking the Blue Clouds. Though a Great Scholar, he wore the blue robes of a Grand Academician, concentrating intently as he held a Great Scholar Literary Treasure Brush and wrote upon a pale golden Sage Page.
This time, he did not use Swift Writing. Instead, he wrote character by character, as though writing normally. Every stroke held the shadows of blades and swords, and every character bore the forms of mountains and rivers. Fang Yun's calligraphy had actually approached the fourth realm. If he settled his mind and cultivated for a while longer, his brush could sweep like dragons and serpents.
The Bull Emperor Ancient Corpse continued attacking Fang Yun, but with Dual-Mindedness and numerous backup measures such as Flowing Current, Fang Yun left him utterly helpless.
The three Great Scholars sent their Divine Sense into the air to view the words on the Sage Page from above.
Drunk, I raised the lamp to study my sword; in dreams, I returned to camps linked by sounding horns.
Roast beef was shared beneath the banners; fifty strings rang with melodies from beyond the frontier.
On the autumn battlefield, the troops were mustered!
Horses raced as swift as Dilu; bowstrings cracked like thunderbolts.
To fulfill the sovereign's great affairs beneath heaven, and win renown in life and after death.
I did not regret the coming of white hair!
As he wrote, the aura of the entire poem continually spread outward. The world's vital energy rushed toward it