The idea of accepting a disciple was shelved by Fang Xian.
He planned to start a sect for fun first. The main idea was to treat his lost tribulation power as a call from some existence, thereby strengthening the connection and allowing him to sense the tribulation power.
As for the alchemist's cultivation method, let's forget about it.
'At the same time, faith... may be the key to advancing from level six to level seven... If you can use faith to push me directly to level seven, then the period of annihilation will naturally be over... But at level seven, I
I don’t know yet, I need more books from the True God... to correct my shortcomings.'
Fang Xian thought again and focused on the poem:
"I have experienced rebirth and death, but I can't reach the other shore...Death chases the shadows, and there is no youth that will not die...but this poem will last forever and give you immortality..."
"This seems... to be a reflection of my past... but at the same time, it also has some inexplicable power..."
Fang Xian murmured and began to recite the incantation.
The spiritual power of darkness is transformed and injected into the poem.
The surrounding environment suddenly experienced some inexplicable changes.
There seemed to be eyes blinking in the void.
The shadow lifted the curtain, and something seemed to be crawling inside...
"Just right..."
Fang Xian thought for a while, swallowed a drug that lowered his sanity, and began to immerse himself in this poem.
He seemed to hear the sound of his blood flowing, and his thoughts were soaring infinitely higher that he seemed to be above the clouds.
In a state of almost depravity and madness, Fang Xian felt that his thoughts were beginning to come into contact with something.
That is chanting, that is reading, that is poetry!
That was... a crazy shout!
"Human beings are not the masters of the world..."
"Those great beings were there in the past, are here today, and will be there forever in the future!"
It was as if a crazy person who accidentally glimpsed the truth shouted out: "At the bottom of the abyss, countless abominable things are waiting to come..."
This is the end of truth, the bottom of madness.
"ah!"
Fang Xian pressed his temples and woke up.
He looked at the draft paper in his hand, looking very unfamiliar.
The originally blank draft paper already contained line after line of text, most of it scrawled, and only a few words could be discerned:
"Source, immortality... reincarnation... loss..."
Fang Xian recalled the feeling just now and began to think about his 'god name'.
Since you have decided to become a hidden being and start preaching, this is naturally quite necessary.
But of course you can’t make it up randomly, you must have power!
Initiating and elaborating from immortal poems... is the most orthodox and directional.
After thinking about this, Fang Xian picked up a pen and wrote the first line on the draft paper: "The Lost God!"
This directionality is too complicated, and any sleeping ancient rulers and ancient beings can be regarded as lost gods.
Therefore, Fang Xian continued to write the second sentence: "The source of alchemists, the Lord of reincarnation in the heavens!"
Immediately afterwards, comes the third line: "The master of calamity, the immortal existence, the king of endless time and space!"
'Fortunately, my personality is still there. Adding so many qualifiers will inevitably lead to a reaction...at least, this is the case in this world.'
Fang Xian nodded with satisfaction and began to continue writing the scriptures.
If you want to collect faith and slowly seduce believers, it is too slow. You must have an organization and inheritance!
He planned to write a tome describing supernatural powers, somewhat similar to the Order of the Outlander's "Secret Gu Manual".
This classic will naturally become the holy book of the newly established sect in the future.
"Choose a name...'The Secret Code'? 'The Black Book'? 'The Madman's Psalm'?"
Fang Xian thought mischievously.
At this time, he didn't know many 'Psalms', but he had written them all on the first few pages of the scripture.
'Although there is a possibility of mixed powers, it would be abnormal if some madmen and monsters are not cultivated out of pagan scriptures, right?'
He thought about it without any psychological burden.
…
After deciding to establish the religious order, Fang Xian's schedule became regular again.
In addition to writing every day, I also had the task of compiling scriptures.
It's time to enter 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 is looking at some slides.
The photo should have been taken in the small town of Landis.
It can be seen that all the former town residents have turned into monsters.
They are like walking zombies, wandering in and around the town 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! After the observation of a legendary investigator... As long as we remain vigilant and keep it secret... the pollution there will not break out in a short time."
Frank, who was missing an arm, finally introduced: "Love, do you have any additional comments?"
"not at all!"
Love looked a little thinner and shook his head slowly.
"Okay... After the blockade is over, we will review the issues of your operation... That evil being is suspected of possessing the power of dreams, and can also manipulate spores to contaminate flesh and blood... Love, you have fallen.
, don’t you think it’s suspicious that Roka can escape with you?”
Frank asked: "And the last action was the same."
"That's because... Roka has the ability to cast spells, and I reported it at the beginning."
Love frowned.
"Yes, we have also mastered those two poems and have done experiments...the lethality is not strong...especially for spore monsters. In this regard, I think Investigator Roca has reservations." Frank added.
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"Everyone has secrets." Love retorted: "Every one of those legendary investigators is like this. Isn't it like this for us senior and elite people?"
"But Rocca is a trainee...see...this is the problem." Frank showed a smile.
"Ahem... He has withstood the test, and I nominated him to become an official investigator." Love said solemnly: "Although Roca has not been here for a long time, he has solved many cases..."
"Ahem... let me say something."
In the conference room, an old man smiled and said: "We all know that Roka was kidnapped and sacrificed by the Fallen Star Cult... And how can the mortal spirit not be affected by such a great existence? We keepers of secrets
The sanity value detection system may not be able to detect all problems."
"Ketian, what do you want to do?" Love suddenly became wary.