Chapter 409 Compilation
After some thought.
Fang Xian put the idea of accepting a disciple on hold.
He planned to set up a sect for fun. The main idea was to regard the calamity power he had lost as a call from a certain existence, thereby strengthening the connection and allowing himself to sense the calamity power.
As for the alchemist's method of cultivation, let's just forget about it.
'At the same time, faith... may be the key to advancing from level 6 to level 7... If faith can push me directly to level 7, then the Nirvana period will naturally pass... But I don't know what the realm of level 7 is yet. I need to read more books of the True God... to correct my shortcomings.'
Fang Xian thought about it again and focused on the poem:
"I have experienced rebirth and death, but I cannot reach the other side... Death follows the shadow, and no beauty will not die in withering... But this poem will grow and grant you immortality..."
"This seems to be... a reflection of my past... but at the same time, some inexplicable power has also infiltrated..."
Fang Xian murmured and began to chant the spell.
The spiritual power of darkness is transformed and infused into the poem.
The surrounding environment suddenly underwent some inexplicable changes.
It seemed as if eyes blinked in the void.
The shadow lifted the veil, and something seemed to be moving inside...
“Just in time…”
Fang Xian thought about it, swallowed a pill that reduced his sanity, and began to immerse himself in this poem.
He seemed to hear the sound of his own blood flowing, and his thoughts rose infinitely, as if he had reached above the clouds.
In a state of almost depravity and madness, Fang Xian felt that his mind began to touch something.
That is chanting, that is reading aloud, that is poetry!
That was... a crazy scream!
"Humans are not the masters of the world..."
"Those great beings existed in the past, exist today, and will exist forever in the future!"
It was as if a madman who had occasionally seen through the truth had shouted out: "At the bottom of the abyss, countless abominable creatures are waiting to descend..."
This is the end of truth and the bottom of madness.
"ah!"
Fang Xian pressed his temples and came to his senses.
He looked at the draft paper in his hand, looking very unfamiliar.
The originally blank draft paper was now covered with lines of text, most of which were scribbled so badly that only a few words could be recognized:
"Source, immortality... reincarnation... loss..."
Fang Xian recalled the feeling just now and began to think about his own 'God's name'.
Since you have decided to become a hidden being and start preaching, this is naturally necessary.
But of course you can’t just make up stories, you must have power!
Inspired by and elaborated from immortal poems... is the most orthodox and directional.
After figuring this out, Fang Xian picked up his pen and wrote the first line on the draft paper: "The Lost God!"
This direction is too complicated. Any sleeping ancient rulers and ancients can be regarded as lost gods.
Therefore, Fang Xian continued to write the second sentence: "The source of alchemists, the master of reincarnation in the heavens! "
Next, the third line is: "The master of calamity power, the immortal being, the king of endless time and space!"
"Fortunately, my personality is still there. Adding so many qualifiers will inevitably have a reaction... At least, that's the case in this world."
Fang Xian nodded with satisfaction and continued to write the scriptures.
If you want to collect faith and slowly seduce believers, it is too slow. You must have an organization and a tradition!
He planned to write a book on supernatural powers, which would be similar to the Secret Gu Sutra of the Foreigner Sect.
Naturally, this scripture would become the holy book of the newly established sect in the future.
"Give it a name... 'Secret Canon'? 'Black Book'? 'Madman's Poems'?"
Fang Xian thought with some mischief.
At this time, he didn't know many 'Psalms', but they were all written on the first few pages of the canon.
'Although there is a possibility of mixed powers, it would be abnormal if the pagan texts did not produce a few lunatics and monsters, right?'
He thought without any psychological burden.
…
After deciding to establish a religious group, Fang Xian's daily routine became regular again.
In addition to daily writing, there is also the task of compiling religious scriptures.
Time enters autumn.
Fang Xian walked into the Secret Keeper branch.
He has ended his vacation, and the good news is that Love has also recovered and returned to work.
At this time, in an office.
Love was looking at some slides.
The photo should have been taken of the town of Atlantis.
It can be seen that the former residents of the small town have all turned into monsters.
They are like zombies, wandering around the town and its surroundings according to their instincts, but they have a fixed range and never leave easily.
"The above... is the summary report of the Madman Town case! According to the observation of a legendary investigator... as long as we remain vigilant and keep it secret... the pollution there will not explode in the short term."
Frank, who was missing an arm, finally introduced: "Love, do you have any additional comments?"
“No!”
Love looked thinner and shook his head slowly.
"Well then... After the blockade is over, we will review the problems with your actions this time ... That evil being seems to have mastered the power of dreams and can also manipulate spores and contaminate flesh and blood... Love, you have already fallen down. Don't you think it's suspicious that Roca was able to take you out?"
Frank asked, "And the last operation was the same."
"That's because... Roca has the ability to cast spells. I reported it at the beginning."
Love frowned.
"Yes, we also have those two poems and have done experiments...their killing power is not very strong...especially against spore monsters. I think Investigator Roca has some reservations in this regard." Frank added.
"Everyone has secrets," Love retorted. "Every one of those legendary investigators is like this. Isn't it the same for us senior and elite people?"
"But Roca is just an apprentice...see...that's the problem." Frank smiled.
"Ahem... He has withstood the test. I nominate him to be a formal investigator." Love said in a deep voice: "Although Roca has not been a member for a long time, he has solved many cases..."
"Ahem...let me say something."
In the meeting room, an old man smiled and said, "We all know that Roca was kidnapped and sacrificed by the Falling Star Cult... and how could a mortal's spirit not be affected when facing such a great being? Our keeper's sanity value detection system may not be able to detect all the problems."
"Ktian, what do you want to do?" Love suddenly became alert.
"How about a full and thorough review?"
A smile appeared on Ketian's lips.
