Chapter 407

Fang Yu's gaze focused on the Old Madman, and a kind of supernatural power flowed through his whole body.

This supernatural power is called the Blessing Art, a supernatural power on the Golden Core of the Fire Cloud Fairy of the Exalted Exalted Exalted Exalted Linglong Blessed Land, which was passed to Fang Yu by Fang Han.

This supernatural power does not possess offensiveness, nor does it possess defensiveness; it is a method of peace of mind, which can suppress one's own divinity, observe luck in the dark, expel various misfortunes, and unite oneself closely with Heaven and Earth.

This supernatural power can at most be called a great supernatural power, not belonging to the level of supreme supernatural power. When cultivating it normally, there is nothing to it; at most, it is to be pure-hearted and have few desires, which can increase some wisdom, make one's Dao heart stable, and allow one to advance bravely without being anxious. It has no great power and can only be counted as an auxiliary supernatural power.

Blessing, blessing, sincere prayer, peace of mind in cultivation, comprehending the blessing in the dark, bringing oneself immortal fate—normally, no effect can be seen. But now, Fang Yu moved his mind and used the Blessing Art, and immediately, something with a faint, clear sound of scriptures permeated the field.

This scripture was simply a clear sound flowing between Heaven and Earth. Wherever it passed, it was like a morning bell and evening drum, urging people to reflect deeply, and also like a head-on blow, making people enlightened.

At this moment, not only Fang Yu, but also Ye Fan and Pang Bo beside him, had their hearts become lively and active. Much wisdom was generated in their hearts, and it seemed that many problems on the path of cultivation were solved.

Ye Fan was still okay because he had a Bodhi seed. Pang Bo comprehended more deeply at this moment. His ability to comprehend on the path of cultivation was originally poor, and it took a long time to cultivate the Dao Scripture. Now, feeling the Blessing Art, wisdom was born, his mind was clear, and many things he did not understand in the past were suddenly understood, and he directly fell into a state of enlightenment.

As for the Old Madman, who was originally curled up on the blue stone, shivering, without the appearance of a peerless expert from six thousand years ago, after being permeated by the scriptures of the Blessing Art, two dazzling rays of light suddenly shot out from his eyes, instantly piercing through the void.

All the sadness vanished, and he sat up suddenly.

He seemed to have become a different person, as if a peerless sharp sword had been unsheathed. Wherever his gaze passed, there seemed to be invisible and visible pressure in the void.

At this moment, the mountain ridge was silent, and all the birds and beasts were trembling.

The Old Madman was now like a mountain, flowing with immense majesty, making people unable to imagine.

"Many years have passed. I was muddled, but I didn't expect to wake up today."

The Old Madman's gaze felt the clear scriptures flowing in the void. The fragility of the past disappeared, and now there was only a terrifying aura.

"That year the setting sun was like blood, that year the whole sect attacked, that year, the whole army was wiped out, the pain of that year has lasted until today."

The Old Madman had completely woken up, but when he thought of the past, he was still in unbearable pain.

"Senior, please restrain your grief."

Fang Yu felt the aura of this peerless expert from six thousand years ago; it was indeed like a mountain and a sea, but these auras were nothing to him.

Regarding the events of six thousand years ago, he could only say "restrain your grief." After all, the Tianxuan Sacred Land attacking the Ancient Forbidden Land could be called heroic if one didn't know the truth, but if one knew the truth, it could be called seeking one's own death.

This is equivalent to hitting a south wall head-on.

Fang Yu was outside this mountain, so he knew this was hitting a south wall. After all, in the Ancient Sacred Land, even if ten more Tianxuan Sacred Lands went in, it would be useless.

"Restrain my grief... I originally thought I would be muddled until my lifespan ended. Waking up again, arriving at today, how can I restrain my grief?"

The expression on the Old Madman's face was unclear. He was originally muddled, like a madman, but now he woke up under the supernatural power of a junior. However, waking up was not a good thing.