As Fang Yun's true body spoke, Phantom Demon Fang Yun suddenly grinned and used One Breath, One Stroke to recite a poem that could unleash its power even without the primal qi of heaven and earth.
For this poem consumed lifespan.
Through hardship, my mastery of a classic brought me to office; amid dwindling ranks, four years of war passed.
Mountains and rivers lay shattered, like catkins scattered on the wind; my life rose and fell, like duckweed battered by rain.
On Frightened Beach, I spoke of fear; in Lingding Ocean, I sighed in solitude.
Since ancient times, who has lived without dying? Let my loyal heart shine through the annals of history!
Phantom Demon Fang Yun dissolved into wisps of smoke, but all the power of this Righteous-Qi Poetry poured into Fang Yun's body.
"Thank you, Lord Swordbrow!"
With that, Fang Yun held the Great Scholar Literary Treasure Brush, soaked it in the Inkstone Turtle's ink, and swept it sideways.
The brush descended, Literary Qi surged to the stars; dragons reared and phoenixes soared, their momentum unstoppable.
Flowers filled the hall, intoxicating three thousand guests; one sword frosted fourteen prefectures.
Drums and horns shook the heavens, auspicious qi grew cold; wind and waves stirred the earth, autumn swept seas and mountains.
May Ning'an forever stand as heaven's golden pillar; who would envy the marquises of ten thousand households of old?
A chill swept through heaven and earth. Golden light descended, taking the shape of Ning'an City and enveloping Fang Yun in an extraordinarily powerful defense.
Strangely, within Golden-Light Ning'an City, countless translucent scholars wrote or recited. Golden characters flew from their brushes and mouths, joining into a stream that entered Fang Yun's Literary Palace.
As the golden light descended, an arc of silver light flew from the sideways sweep