No, Ling Yun felt that it was not so much the fire of wisdom that was burning, but rather 'thinking'!

The fire of wisdom is essentially a highly condensed spiritual force that does not have any self-awareness, but only instinctively thinks (calculates) and understands. The form in which it burns is also a manifestation of thinking (estimating) and understanding the knowledge and principles it contains.

If you were to find an analogy, the fire of wisdom is the equivalent of a supercomputer created by technology. However, supercomputers do not run on their own when they are not driven, and the fire of wisdom can think (calculate) and understand on its own without being driven by humans. It's just that the thinking and understanding of the fire of wisdom is very chaotic, and there is no specific organization and norms.

"After the Huiguang literary qi is gathered, the quantitative change produces the qualitative change, and the resulting wisdom fire has the power of refining distracting thoughts and calcining the heart demons. But this is secondary, the most important thing is whether his self-calculation ability and comprehension ability can be endowed with "

Lingyun collected Huiguang's Wenqi and carefully studied its mysteries. After some careful research, he gradually had some ideas on how to use this wisdom and culture.

"This matter needs to be handled by Brother Qiankun. Ling Yun pondered silently, "With my means, it will take a lot of effort to make perfect use of this thing. Thinking of this, he flipped his hand and put away his wisdom, turned around and left the library.

Not long after Ling Yun left, Shoushan Yang, who was inspecting the entire tribe, happened to sweep his gaze here, and suddenly noticed a strange feeling.

"What does it feel like something is different?" Shou Shanyang's eyes were a little puzzled, and he couldn't help but glance back and forth at the library.

Shoushanyang did not find that there was a lack of wisdom and literature in the library. In normal times, that Huiguang Wenqi was born bit by bit, and he had long been accustomed to its existence, and he didn't pay special attention to these existences floating in the void, just thinking that they were just ordinary things that had been bred over time.

This Huiguang Wenqi only shows a very small influence in ordinary times, just like a spring breeze and rain, moisturizing things silently. So when Huiguang's literary aura disappears, it will naturally give people a different feeling.

It's like dust in a corner, who cares about it, but when the dust is swept away, it will look different at first glance.

Normally, it's nothing, but suddenly these things are missing, and they will be immediately noticed by keen people. After patrolling back and forth for a while, but not finding the cause of the change, Shou Shanyang turned his gaze away.

But he said that there was another person in the library who also noticed the changes here.

Shoushan Jue noticed that the unknown thing in the void had disappeared, and he couldn't help but put down the books in his hand and scanned the library with confusion. And that's not all, he even got up and walked around the library without finding any traces.

Shoushan Jue frowned and said secretly: "Normally, that thing has always existed, why is it suddenly gone?"

As early as a long time ago, Shoushan Jue noticed the existence of Huiguang's literary spirit. However, he didn't know what it was, and he couldn't touch its existence, so he only paid a little attention to it, and then didn't pay any more attention. At this time, this Huiguang aura suddenly disappeared, and it immediately attracted his attention.

Unable to find the disappeared Huiguang Wenqi, Shoushan Jue vaguely felt a little lost, and faintly felt as if he had missed something important. It's a pity that he doesn't have the ability to collect it, so he can only watch these Huiguang Wenqi disappear.

On the other side, Ling Yun took away Huiguang's literary energy, and after returning to his residence, he found a Qiankun Daoist: "Brother Dao, you come and help me refine this thing." Ling Yun handed over Huiguang's style to the Qiankun Daoist, and at the same time shared his thoughts with him.

The Qiankun Daoist took the fire of wisdom condensed by Huiguang's literary qi, and said with a smile: "This matter is not difficult, and it will be in a moment or three!" As he spoke, the Qiankun Daoist took out the ontological Qiankun Ding and threw that fire of wisdom into it.

Ling Yun watched from the sidelines, and the fire did not ignite in the Qiankun Ding, but it was still a deep and chaotic appearance. When the fire of wisdom was thrown into it, the deep and boundless chaos was filled with a faint ripple.

The fire of wisdom fell into the world, and the boundless chaos engulfed it in an instant. Ling Yun, if you look closely, you can see that the chaos suddenly dissolved, and a piece of turbidity and two qi were intertwined. But in a matter of moments, everything will be born. The fire of wisdom fell into it, and suddenly burst into hundreds of millions of wisps of smoke, and countless clouds of smoke fell into the heaven and earth generated in the Qiankun Ding, turning into the appearance of villains.

As the fire of wisdom was re-dispersed into Huiguang Wenqi, and after falling into the Qiankun Heaven and Earth and turning into those small characters, the Qiankun Daoist pinched the trick on the side to urge the Qiankun Ding and began their own refining project. Under the urging of the Qiankun Daoists, those villains started their own lives in the world derived from Qiankun Ding.

Looking at the actions of the Qiankun Daoist, Ling Yun couldn't help but be a little puzzled. I don't see the real fire, I don't see the real water, I don't take yin and yang as charcoal, I don't think creation is fire, and the act of my own incarnation seems a little incomprehensible. This made him a little curious: "Brother Dao, what are you doing here?"

While urging the Qiankun Ding, the Qiankun Daoist replied to Ling Yun: "Actually, Brother Dao has not fully understood the mystery of the Qiankun Ding, the water and fire refining method is only the work of the inferior vehicle, and the method of yin and yang creation is only the middle vehicle. The true superior mystery is to use the void as the crown, the great road as the furnace, the cause and fate gather and disperse to cooperate with water and fire, and the birth and destruction of all laws as tempering......"

The Qiankun Daoist takes the Qiankun Ding as the ontology, so naturally he understands the wonderful use of this treasure better than Lingyun, the deity. He told the story of how this treasure operated, and Ling Yun understood the deeper mystery of Qiankun Ding.

"Brother Dao wants to refine that thing, if you cultivate it with your own ability, you have to spend more than a thousand years of hard work. Speaking of this, the Qiankun Daoist smiled a little smugly, "I, the Qiankun Ding, am the best at cultivating all kinds of treasures, using knowledge to strengthen civilization, and using civilization to refine wisdom. ”

"Sure enough, it's a treasure!" Ling Yun couldn't help but sigh when he heard this.

The Qiankun Taoist urged the Qiankun Ding by the above-class method, and suddenly the circulation and changes accelerated, as if in an instant, millions of years had been spent in it. In the end, the villain, who was transformed by countless wisdom and culture, multiplied for thousands of generations, and seemed to have developed a brilliant civilization.

But when those little people who were transformed by Huiguang and Wenqi reached the peak of their development, the Qiankun Daoist suddenly interrupted their evolution.

Ling Yun on the side saw that the Qiankun Daoist stretched out his hand, and the Qiankun Ding shook violently, and immediately an invisible spiritual light seeped out from the void inside the Ding. Everywhere they passed, everything in heaven and earth was chaotic. At this time, those villains who were transformed by Huiguang's literary qi all collapsed in this collapsed scene, turning into wisps of Huiguang's literary origin.

Countless Huiguang and literary qi gathered together, turning into a thing no more than three inches wide and no more than three feet long, like a flowing water. In the middle of the water, there is a talisman composed of countless words.

With a wave of his hand, the water stream and the talisman flew out of the Qiankun Ding. Handing over the water flow and talisman to the deity Lingyun, the Qiankun Taoist said solemnly: "Fortunately, I am not dishonored!"

Ling Yun stroked the talisman, and looked at Huiguang's literary aura that had completely changed his appearance, and couldn't hold back his joy in his heart: "Sure enough, it's no different from what I expected." ”

The wisdom and light of the light turned into a stream of water, which seemed to be just a small one, and it seemed to contain some mysterious thing, as if it could be infinitely vast and fill the void.