Hmph!
Fang Yun snorted coldly, tossed the porcelain bottle containing Sacred Blood to Shark Zhuo King, then recited a war poem on the spot: Breaking the Formation: Inspecting Swords by Lamplight While Drunk.
A vast, translucent military camp appeared behind Fang Yun. Then, batch after batch of naval soldiers emerged from it, boarding translucent ships and sailing in every direction.
Hmm?
Fang Yun turned to look at the camp formed by Breaking the Formation. Previously, this camp poem could summon no more than a hundred thousand soldiers, but now there were already a hundred and fifty thousand, with more streaming out without end.
The War-Poem Soldiers continued to pour forth, finally stopping at three hundred thousand.
I hadn't expected this. Simply advancing to Literary Ancestor shouldn't bring such a tremendous increase. Could it be related to the Tempering the Heavenly Principle I created myself? Fang Yun thought.
Fang Yun decided to consider the matter after returning. The Martial Temple Literary Platform emerged behind him, and with its aid, he linked the divine senses of the three hundred thousand War-Poem Soldiers to his own, directing them to excavate carefully as easily as moving his own arms.
The three hundred thousand men worked with astonishing efficiency. Before long, they unearthed great quantities of divine-sense stone carvings and written records throughout the city, all of which Fang Yun stored in his Heaven-and-Earth Shell for protection.
Shark Zhuo King had been standing there in a daze. At last, he said, "Your Majesty Literary Star Dragon Noble, why do I feel that you're even more ruthless than I am? I only smashed a few things, but you're trying to move everything away."
"I can let them see the light of day again and turn them into precious knowledge for us. You would only turn them