The thirty-fourth year of Emperor Xuan's reign.

The spring rain is as fine as dust.

With the great victory at Kaixiong Pass, the news that the five patron saints of the most prosperous dynasties joined forces to defeat the tide of demons and regain the three thousand miles of human territory spread throughout the major countries, inspiring people.

With such gentle weather, it seems that even the intrusion of demons has slowed down.

Yandu County, the capital of Tianqing Kingdom.

Fang Mansion.

Dharma Hall.

The scenery on both sides of the corridor is elegant, and a few koi carps are leisurely wandering in the pond outside the window.

However, the atmosphere in the hall revealed solemnity and tension.

There is a large venue with hundreds of square meters, and the layout is simple. There are countless mountain paintings hanging on the walls. The styles are different, but they all reveal some spiritual essence, some are calm, some are steep, and some are special.

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Dozens of young boys and girls are sitting cross-legged. They should be young and innocent at this age, but their eyes are full of seriousness and seriousness.

In the lobby, there is a mysterious and different divine picture hanging.

It was a divine picture imprinted with a huge mountain. The mountains were towering and majestic. The majestic and heavy feeling rushed towards the face, making people tremble with fear, as if a majestic mountain really appeared in front of them.

This is the Fang family’s most precious treasure handed down from generation to generation, the Cang Yue Divine Picture.

Even if you look at the entire continent, it is considered a top-notch divine map.

Visualize the divine picture and condense the Dharma.

This is the way to survive in this world.

Sitting in the corner was a rather handsome young man with red lips and white teeth, a delicate face, and bright black eyes. Probably because he was addicted to the art of painting, he had a special gentle temperament.

His name is Fang Mu.

At this time, his eyes were firmly fixed on the picture of the mountain god, refusing to look away.

Desperate to see through.

If possible, he really wanted to see through this mountain map.

But the reality is sad.

His face became paler, his beautiful eyes gradually dimmed, then his body trembled slightly, his eyes turned black, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

But even so, he still stared at the divine picture and refused to look away.

"Teach me! Fang Mu is vomiting blood again!" A girl exclaimed.

All eyes were focused on him.

Looking at the pool of blood on the desk, these unexperienced young men and women seemed to be commonplace, and of course there was still a bit of sympathy.

The instructor, Fang Yuan, was wearing a Confucian shirt and had a gentle temperament. He walked over quickly, with a hint of helplessness on his face: "Why bother? Forcibly contemplating the divine image in a formless posture will only hurt your mind and body."

It seems that this is not the first time that Fang Mu has done this.

After that, he took out a nourishing pill from his arms, forced it into Fang Mu's mouth, and used his energy to help Fang Mu quickly digest the medicine.

Fang Mu's face gradually returned to color. He sat down again, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said gratefully: "Thank you for teaching me the elixir."

"Okay, your class is over for today, and you are not allowed to visualize divine images anymore!"

"Teaching, students still want to try again."

"Stupid!" the teacher scolded: "The Nourishing Pill can only help you warm up your consciousness, sea and sky, but it is not a life-saving pill. If you keep vomiting blood like this, do you know what will happen?"

"Have you gotten used to it after spitting it out?"

There was a burst of suppressed laughter in the Dharma Hall.

The teenagers covered their mouths and snickered.

The teacher's face darkened and he was about to scold him when Fang Mu looked solemn and bowed his head respectfully: "Thank you very much for your concern, teacher, but the student really wants to try a few more times."

Instructor Fang Yuan's expression softened slightly, and there was a bit of regret and sympathy on his face: "Why, you clearly know that you are a formless figure, otherwise you would have condensed the Dharma form long ago."

"Students still want to take a gamble. Maybe, probably, maybe, there is a one in a million chance. Maybe I am a late bloomer exception?" Fang Mu said uncertainly.

"Are you confident? You are vomiting blood every day and hurting yourself and your body. Are you not afraid of death?"

"You're not dead yet. If you're not dead, you can still try again."

Instructor Fang Yuan's eyes showed some confusion, and he sighed: "Why?"

Fang Mu suppressed his smile, and a bit of melancholy appeared on his face: "Maybe I still don't want to give in. Everyone else can do it, why can't I? Of course, there is another reason that the entire family knows."

The whole family knows.

His parents were the most powerful Xiang gatherers in the Fang family for hundreds of years.

Ten years ago, they went to the Guhan Pass border to fight against the invasion of demons. Their whereabouts are still unknown and they are basically presumed dead. However, when they left, they left a sealed box for the young Fang Mu.

The box itself is a powerful Dharma weapon.

But a person who is unable to practice possesses a dharma weapon.

This is obviously not a good thing.

There was a lot of criticism within the Fang family about this matter.

And there are already some rumors that some big figures in the family are arguing over the ownership of the sealed box.

Instructor Fang Yuan glanced at Fang Mu with some regret.

Have such willpower.

If it can really condense the Dharma, it will be a blessing for the Fang family.

He thought for a moment, then took out a small bottle of nourishing elixir and placed it on the table, then returned to the podium to teach.

All students can only continue to attend classes.

The lectures were about how to condense the Dharma and refine the spiritual consciousness and other subsequent cultivation practices.

Observe the divine picture and gather the Dharma images.

This is the path of cultivation in this world.

The ancient flood came to the world.

The land is in turmoil and the people are in dire straits.

Emperor Yu looked at the heaven and the earth and understood the Great Way.

A magical turtle emerged from the Luoyang River, carrying a map of the river on its back and offering it to the Emperor.

This is the first divine picture in the world.

The Human Emperor used the divine map to control the monstrous floods and established the Dharma Cultivation System. At this point, the human race used the Dharma to kill demons and eliminate demons, and rose in ancient times.

Today's Dharma cultivation system is more splendid and more splendid than in ancient times, with countless different and wonderful Dharma images emerging one after another, which is shocking.

Fang Mu looked at the Yangshen Pill and was in a daze.

This elixir is still very precious.

Unexpectedly, the teacher left a bottle for himself.

He glanced at his teacher gratefully, then adjusted his breathing for a moment, and then looked at the divine picture again.

"Let's try again." Fang Mu thought silently in his heart.

His eyes fell on the divine picture.

The divine map reveals majestic power, vastness and wonder.

It was as if there really was an unattainable Cangshan Mountain in front of me.

Suffocating.

Visualizing this picture can condense the Dharma of Cang Yue.

Fang Mu wanted to get closer.

Countless transparent barriers rose up in front, preventing him from getting close.

Then my head started to hurt.

His face turned pale again.

With a final pop, Fang Mu couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood, and his clothes were dyed black and red, which was shocking.

"Teacher, Fang Mu is vomiting blood again!"

The familiar lines appeared again, causing another commotion in the classroom.

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To be continued...