If others had seen the Saint Wen Pen, they might have only regarded it as a sacred object to admire and admire it, but they would not regard it as a powerful combat magic treasure. After all, the Saint Wen Pen was not famous for fighting magic. In fact, back then, the Saint Wen Pen did not have the strength to truss a chicken, did not know any magic, and had never cultivated.
But why would a brush used by a weak scholar be so powerful in Li Chengfeng's eyes?
The reason was simple. Li Chengfeng's cultivation method was completely different from others.
There were ten levels to the cultivation of Immortal Arts, but there were only nine levels to the cultivation of Dao Arts in the mortal world. After all, the tenth level was called perfection, and one could become a god by cultivating all ten levels. The ninth level was the limit that a human could reach. Therefore, the difference between a human and a god was the tenth level, which was also the difference from nine to ten, the one that escaped and the one that disappeared!
Ever since Li Chengfeng started cultivating the Art of Immortality, he had always wondered what the One that escaped and the One that disappeared was, and what exactly was the Tenth Heaven?
The first level was the power of flowers and plants, the second was the power of trees, the third was the power of insects, the fourth was the power of birds, the fifth was the power of beasts, and the sixth was the power of demons. Li Chengfeng had not reached the seventh, eighth, and ninth levels yet, but he could predict that … these three levels were most likely the power of the earth, the ocean, and … the sky.
When he reached the ninth level, Li Chengfeng would shine as brightly as the heavens and earth, and live as long as the sun and moon. He would be a saint among immortals!
But … this inevitably caused Li Chengfeng to ponder a question.
According to his speculation, in his previous life, Yu Chengfeng, who was known as the number one expert in the Nine Heavens and the number one Immortal Monarch, obviously did not cultivate to the Tenth Heavens because the Ninth Heavens had already reached the realm of Oneness of Heaven and Man. This was already the highest realm of cultivation in the Human Realm. If one wanted to cultivate further, there was no other way but to become a god.
Once one became a god, one could not stay in the ninth level. Otherwise, there was no way to explain where Luo Jiuchong and Zhang Chaoyang went.
Because of this, Li Chengfeng did not know what the tenth level was and how to reach it was a mystery.
But since it was a mystery, there were clues and guesses. According to Li Chengfeng's guess, the cultivation method and method of the tenth level should be related to humans!
After all, the power controlled by the ninth level, from the tiniest flowers and insects to the power of the mountains and seas, were all included. The only thing not included was' humans', who were the masters of heaven and earth.
Then, according to the reasoning and logic of this cultivation method, the probability of the Tenth Heavenly Layer being focused on "human" was extremely high.
But if it was humans, where would it be focused?
Li Chengfeng had thought about this question for a long time. He could vaguely guess something, until he saw the Sage Wen Pen. That thin layer of paper seemed to have been poked through by someone all of a sudden.
The magical treasures that Li Chengfeng had seen before all contained immense power. They each contained the power of the five elements, Yin and Yang. Some were similar, while others were different.
But the Sacred Scripture Pen was wrapped in an incomparably dense golden magical power. This magical power was different from Li Chengfeng's golden immortal power. Its color was extremely dark, like black, yellow and red mixed together to form a dark golden color with a strong sense of history.
Just from this color, one could tell that this power was completely different from the five elements, Yin and Yang. It belonged to another power, a power that Li Chengfeng had never seen before – the power of faith!
When Li Chengfeng saw this Sage Wen Pen, he felt an incomparably powerful force, and … he instantly understood something. It was just that … he had yet to obtain complete proof of it.
Faith was also a kind of power. It came from the spiritual worship of countless people and the daily offerings of incense.
Spiritual power was also a kind of power. This was a fact that every cultivator acknowledged. Otherwise, there would be no such thing as Essence, Qi, and Spirit. Whether it was the Yang Spirit or the Golden Body, they were both products of a high degree of combination of spiritual power and spiritual power. The only difference was that everyone's spiritual power varied, and the point of attachment was also different.
Great cultivators cultivated their spiritual power in their orifices, refined it into the Yang Spirit, and finally refined the Golden Body. It was a combination of material and spiritual power.
But the spiritual power of ordinary people was extremely weak. Not to mention specific use, even if it was materialized, it might not be as conspicuous as a fart.
But one person was weak. What if the spiritual power of a thousand, ten thousand, ten million, or hundreds of millions of people gathered together?
When they persevered, worshiping and believing in a goal all year round, this power continued to gather together. How much power would it be?
One year, ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years!
What kind of power could they gather into?
Dripping water could penetrate a stone, and a wooden saw could cut a rope!
How powerful would the power formed be when these countless insignificant powers gathered together endlessly over thousands of years?
Saint Wen did not cultivate, but the brush he used was worshiped in the temple all year round. The accumulated power was actually so powerful. This already proved that part of Li Chengfeng's train of thought was correct.
What he needed to prove was that … the power of faith could also fight!
If the power of faith could also fight, then this Saint Wen Brush would definitely be the strongest artifact here!
The reason was simple. This was the Divine Capital!
The previous dynasty had also built their capital here, and Saint Wen's temple had stood here for more than a thousand years!
Over the past thousand years, how many scholars had come to the capital to take the imperial examinations? How many people had worshiped and offered sacrifices? How many people had worshiped Saint Wen's portrait and holy statue in their homes?
According to Li Chengfeng's deduction, immortals could become Gods with the power of faith, while mortals could become Saints with the power of faith!
Li Chengfeng held the Saint Wen Brush in his hand. Although he was neither a God nor a Saint, he could use this power for his own use. After all, this was the place where the power of faith of the Saint Wen Brush was the strongest and densest. This would become Li Chengfeng's home ground!
With this in mind, Li Chengfeng glanced at Zhao Feiyue and said decisively, "I'll choose this!"
Zhao Feiyue was shocked. "Palace Master, do you want to … reconsider?
This Saint Wen Brush is not suitable for you!
This artifact … is not a magical artifact for battle! "
Li Chengfeng smiled. "Don't worry, I have my own ideas."
Zhao Feiyue had no choice but to take out the Communication Jade Pendant that Zhao Bairen had temporarily lent her and place it in the groove on the side of the pedestal. After the Communication Jade Pendant was perfectly inserted into the groove, a clicking sound was heard, and the Azure Glass Cover around the Holy Wen Pen retreated on its own.
Under Zhao Feiyue's gaze, Li Chengfeng reached out and grabbed the Saint Wen Brush in his hand.
Before Li Chengfeng could use it, he saw the brilliance of an array pattern light up under his feet. An extremely blinding light instantly enveloped him and Zhao Feiyue. When Li Chengfeng regained his senses and opened his eyes, he found himself at the entrance to the nameless palace.
Li Chengfeng did not have time to care about this. He excitedly held the Saint Wen Brush in his hand and felt the powerful power of faith. Then, he quickly wrote a line of words in the air: Heaven and Earth are heartless, treating all living things like straw dogs!
Li Chengfeng's brush moved like dragons and snakes as he wrote these few words. Every word seemed to stay in the air, shining with golden light. Zhao Feiyue's jaw dropped as she watched.
Li Chengfeng nodded slightly. After he finished writing, he waved his hand and pointed at a big tree in the distance. He shouted, "Break!"
The line of dark golden words suddenly disappeared in the air, turning into countless golden fragments that were blown away by the wind. At this moment, the tree in the distance was swaying in the cold wind, but it was still standing and unscathed …
Li Chengfeng was stunned for a moment, a little dumbfounded. Eh, did I … write it wrong?
Then, he quickly wrote: Everyone has died since ancient times. Leave behind a loyal heart that shines in history!
Then, he pointed at the big tree in the distance. "Go!"
The big tree remained unmoved, only the rustling of the leaves in the cold wind could be heard, as if it was mocking Li Chengfeng.
Li Chengfeng's expression tightened. He turned to look at Zhao Feiyue and said righteously, "Is it too late for me to change now?"
Zhao Feiyue: "..."