Little Fox sat on the desk, curiously watching the paper. It was only writing a few words—why was Fang Yun being so solemn? Was he about to produce even more powerful poetry or prose?
Little Fox immediately widened her eyes and waited attentively.
A famous work by Wen Tianxiang, the renowned Song dynasty statesman, writer, and great poet, surfaced in Fang Yun's mind: Song of Righteous Qi.
"Heaven and Earth possess righteous qi, which takes form amid all things. Below, it becomes rivers and mountains; above, it becomes sun and stars..."
Every character and punctuation mark in Song of Righteous Qi, three hundred and sixty in all, surfaced one by one in his mind. Fang Yun's heart surged as he slowly set brush to paper.
Heaven.
After Fang Yun finished the final stroke of the character "Heaven," nothing happened. He sighed in relief and continued with the character "Earth."
The instant the character "Earth" was completed, Fang Yun suddenly felt his Literary Palace tremble gently. The stars in the Literary Palace Starry Sky began shaking along with it.
Fang Yun frowned slightly and wrote the third character: "possess."
Fang Yun's body swayed. He hurriedly braced himself against the desk with his left hand as sweat suddenly poured from his entire body. It felt as though all his strength had been drained away, while the Literary Qi within his Literary Palace diminished rapidly like the fuse of a lit string of firecrackers.
His brush did not stop. The words "Heaven and Earth possess" appeared on the paper. Before the fourth character was even finished, those three and a half characters abruptly changed color, becoming golden characters as though cast from gold, radiating a dazzling light.
The brilliant golden radiance illuminated the entire room.
Nunu opened her little mouth in astonishment. From