Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 287: Chapter 285: Might

Outside the ruin’s grotto, a large crowd had gathered.

Because Hei Liwei’s small group had earned the public’s ire, the local members of the Golden Clans had banded together, some willingly, others not.

After they drove Hei Liwei’s group out of the assessment grounds, they seized the opportunity to establish a massive alliance of cultivators.

The main members of this alliance came from the Ming Sea, Dongfang, and Muri clans.

Every organization has its principles.

Right now, the sole principle holding their alliance together was the need to work in concert to take down peerless geniuses like Fang Yang and Yu Qingyun.

By doing so, they could fully reap the benefits of the current assessment.

At the very least, their rankings in this Refining Dao Convention would all rise!

With this goal in mind, they had truly formed a simple yet extremely powerful and massive alliance, gathering nearly a hundred cultivators.

In their most audacious move, they seized control of the grotto-ruin’s eight exits.

Ultimately, they acted, surrounding and attacking Yu Qingyun, Murong Caiwei, and their group, forcing them into a sorry state and causing them to lose several key members one after another.

"So this is the power of an organization..."

After escaping the pursuit, Yu Qingyun was filled with emotion.

She had understood the great power of an organized force long ago, back when she fought against the Demon Race.

But she never expected to encounter such a force during the assessment for this Refining Dao Convention.

"What damn organization."

Caiwei gritted her teeth. "If Dongli were here, he’d kill every last one of these bastards for me!"

Caiwei was furious.

She could accept Fang Yang and Sen Hui putting pressure on her. After all, those two were on the same level as her.

But these nobodies with shallow reputations and mediocre strength—what right did they have?

But Yu Qingyun didn’t answer Caiwei.

Because Yu Qingyun knew full well that organizational power and individual might were never mutually exclusive.

Besides, Caiwei was just letting her anger get the best of her, her vision clouded by rage.

Once she calmed down and regained her senses, she would get over it.

"If I’m not mistaken, those guys want to make a move on Fang Yang, too? Heh." Caiwei sneered.

Then, she followed Yu Qingyun, and they rushed off elsewhere.

Regardless of the situation in the grotto-ruin, their main objective was still to pass the second assessment of the Refining Dao Convention.

...

Beneath the towering pillar of blue light lay the grotto-ruin.

And although the grotto-ruin had only one entrance, it surprisingly had eight exits.

Thus, the alliance members who had besieged Yu Qingyun got their first taste of the wonderful feeling of banding together.

Finally, at the instigation of certain individuals, they even hatched a plan to turn their spears toward Fang Yang.

They planned to split up, lie in wait, and firmly guard all eight exits.

That’s right—they were going to utterly crush Fang Yang, the young Great Saint, and use his fame as a stepping stone on their own paths to sainthood!

Furthermore, because their group was so massive, they even forced others to join their alliance.

Among them, the siblings Dongfang Xuezhi and Dongfang Xueyu were forced to join!

Basically, each exit was guarded by a team of nearly twenty cultivators—a terrifying force.

Their ambitions were huge; after driving Fang Yang away, they even planned to explore and divide the grotto-ruin’s spoils among themselves.

The sky was pitch-black.

The starlight was dim.

From the southeast exit of the grotto-ruin, the faint cry of a Fire Eagle could be heard.

Immediately after, a blaze of light shot into the sky, completely igniting the darkness and turning the heavens into a fiery red expanse.

Beneath this crimson sky, a terrifying aura flowed.

A massive Fire Eagle was seen soaring high, two figures standing firmly on its back.

The figure at the very front stood with one hand behind his back, his wild hair dancing in the wind, his body wreathed in vast white flames.

He had a handsome face and an icy gaze, standing proud and tall like a spear or a sword, his bearing heroic and dashing.

And beneath his cloud-patterned shoes, eighteen different kinds of peculiar Anomalous Flames appeared—Cyan Lotus Flame, Iceberg Flame, Sea of Books Flame... It was as if the legendary Fire Realm had reappeared!

At this moment, he stood there quietly, as if treading on the Dao patterns of all the various Anomalous Flames, ready to make the entire Fire Dao School submit to him completely.

’Is this Fang Yang?’

’The one who suppresses his peers, rivals the sages of old, and is looked up to by all—the one they call the young Great Saint?’

In that instant, the hearts of the alliance members trembled, their morale utterly crushed by Fang Yang alone.

"Interesting. To think you’d ambush me..." Fang Yang smiled.

It was a chilling smile.

In a flash, the massive Fire Eagle flapped its wings, and straight pillars of light materialized in the void.

The pillars of light were crimson, deep purple, azure, or sky blue.

They crisscrossed one another, forming a three-dimensional talismanic array.

Talismans and Arrays have been inseparable since ancient times!

Besides being a Tier Five Peak Talisman Master, Fang Yang was also a Tier Three Array Master.

Now, as he unleashed his true abilities, lights flashed across the sky like gushing water, and in the blink of an eye, he destroyed all the various measures the alliance members had set up.

RUMBLE!

A massive explosion erupted, and screams immediately filled the area.

"Ah..."

"Damn it, let’s fight him to the death!"

"I was forced into this..."

Screams of pain, roars of fury, pleas for mercy... all sorts of cries came from the crowd.

But without exception, they all felt the terror that Fang Yang brought.

A few of the more cunning cultivators had already started backing away quietly the moment Fang Yang appeared, using the others as a shield.

Now, this scene of hell on earth terrified them into scattering like birds and fleeing for their lives.

By the time the cool night wind blew again, Fang Yang and Sen Hui’s figures had long since vanished.

The shocking events at the southeast exit undoubtedly attracted the attention of nearby cultivators.

When they saw that the cultivators guarding the southeast area had been beaten so badly they were forced to withdraw from the second round of the assessment, they were all dumbfounded.

’He’s too strong! In a single encounter, Fang Yang created such a terrifying cataclysm?’

Having just arrived with the main force, the siblings Xuezhi and Xueyu stared at the scene before them, their eyes filled with shock.

"Muri Guangyao, where’s Fang Yang?" asked Minghai Nanyou, one of the leaders.

Minghai Nanyou was Nanyu’s cousin. He was a Tier Five Peak cultivator and was also on the Celestial Ranking.

But what was even more noteworthy was his excellent Puppetry Skill.

Muri Guangyao said expressionlessly, "Gone."

"What? You let him escape?" Minghai Nanyou’s brow twitched as he demanded loudly.

In response to the sharp question, Muri Guangyao simply shook his head.

With a tone of relief, as if he had just survived a catastrophe, Muri Guangyao said, "No, I was the one who escaped."

No, I was the one who escaped.

No, I was the one who escaped!

Hearing this, everyone was deeply shaken. They all raised their heads to stare at Muri Guangyao.

Seeing the serious expression on Muri Guangyao’s face, Minghai Nanyou sucked in a cold breath and couldn’t help but pat Muri Guangyao’s shoulder.

But in the next instant, under everyone’s gaze, Minghai Nanyou’s expression changed drastically. He decisively activated his Griffin puppet and fled for his life as if he’d gone mad.

It was because his soul and spiritual sense were so exceptional that he had actually felt a positioning aura Talisman that Fang Yang had placed on Muri Guangyao!

Seeing this, the others instantly scattered like birds in a forest, each flying their own way.

This act caused the already fragile alliance to completely disintegrate.

’Is this the might of the young Great Saint...’

For some reason, a blush crept onto Xuezhi’s pretty face.

In her heart, the image of Fang Yang grew ever deeper.

But Xueyu sighed and shook his head gravely. "No. More than that, it is Fang Yang’s own might."

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!