Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 289: Chapter 287: Coming from Behind

The Hanwu Grotto Heaven.

The world was a sheet of white, shimmering with divine light.

This was the Grotto Heaven, a personal pocket world, of Huanwu the Great Saint.

With Sen Yue away on urgent business, Sen Wei continued to perfect the "One Aperture Two Phase Method" under the guidance of her father, Huanwu the Great Saint.

After all, the "One Aperture Two Phase Method" was derived from the "Double Void Acupoint Method," a technique closely related to the true teachings of a Saint Venerable.

Thus, mastering it was anything but simple.

Even with Sen Wei’s heaven-gifted talent, she had to patiently polish her skills.

At this moment, under the bright moonlight, Sen Wei walked barefoot through the void, a lotus blooming with every step.

A rustling, cold wind swept by, sending her white robes fluttering.

Her black hair danced in the wind, and her aloof, icy aura fully unfurled.

Amidst the starry sky, she was like an otherworldly celestial maiden from the Moon Palace, possessing not only kingdom-toppling beauty but also an unshakable Daoist heart.

Behind her, a sacred and majestic Dharma Aspect gradually materialized—awe-inspiring, fearsome, and magnificent!

A Cyan Lotus Dharma Aspect, mighty enough to prop up the heavens and the earth, stood firm in the world. It stretched to the ends of the universe, boundless in its grandeur, reaching up to the Chaos above and suppressing the Nine Netherworld below, its height immeasurable in tens of thousands of feet.

This phenomenon was utterly staggering, as it faintly seemed to be condensing into a legendary, top-tier anomaly: the Cyan Lotus Suppressing the Nine Netherworld!

Legend had it that before the first Saint Venerable, Saint Emperor Vast Sun, was born, there was an era where immortals and gods coexisted.

In that era, a cyan lotus between heaven and earth attained the Dao and became an emperor, taking control of and suppressing the Nine Nether World.

Whether the legend was true or not was no longer important.

What mattered was that Sen Wei had awakened this supreme Dharma Aspect.

This point alone was enough to demonstrate her terrifying potential.

"Wei’Er, focus your mind and spirit."

Father Sen did not show himself, but his Daoist voice boomed between heaven and earth.

He spoke in a calm tone:

"If you just focus on your cultivation, you will inevitably master the ’Cyan Lotus Suppressing the Nine Netherworld’ anomaly, then smoothly condense an immortal body and reach the Great Saint realm."

"But since you wish to refine a hundred scriptures into a single furnace and forge your own path, you’ve even taken up the ’One Aperture Two Phase Method’."

"In that case, your second Dharma Aspect should preferably be equal in rank to your Cyan Lotus Dharma Aspect."

"Furthermore, your second Dharma Aspect must be closely related to the Cyan Lotus Dharma Aspect. They can be opposites, or they can be similar..."

An elder in the family is a treasure to be cherished.

Among Great Saints, Father Sen could be considered a top-tier existence, as rare as a phoenix feather or a qilin’s horn.

Although he did not practice the "One Aperture Two Phase Method," his insight was naturally far beyond what Sen Wei could compare to.

Moreover, it wasn’t that he couldn’t practice the "One Aperture Two Phase Method," but that he firmly believed the path he walked was one of invincibility.

Perhaps it was this magnanimity, as vast as a sea of stars, that led Longevity Heaven to secretly regard him as... the number one person of the Golden Clan in the current era!

’My second Dharma Aspect should preferably be equal in rank to the Cyan Lotus Dharma Aspect.’

Hearing this, Sen Wei’s phoenix eyes narrowed.

At that moment, tens of thousands of thoughts suddenly flashed before Sen Wei.

These thoughts materialized, like minuscule stars colliding violently every second, splashing out magnificent sparks of inspiration that allowed her to think with incredible speed.

In the span of a breath, one figure after another flashed through her mind.

The Thunder Saint Venerable, the Changkong Ancestor, Huanwu the Great Saint, her brother Sen Yue...

The figures were a dizzying blur.

In the end, she eliminated the figures one by one, until only she herself, her sister Sen Hui, and Fang Yang remained!

The moment she saw her sister Sen Hui, her pupils contracted, and her heart pounded wildly.

At this moment, she finally understood why her sister feared her.

It turned out that in her subconscious, she was looking down on her sister with the air of a sovereign and a patriarch, as if she could take her sister’s life at any moment.

What was even more indescribable was that she truly did possess such an ability.

’So, the reason Xiaohui likes Fang Yang is because she feels that once he’s grown, he can shelter her and shield her from the wind and rain?’

’In other words, in Xiaohui’s heart, Fang Yang can actually contend with me, and even with my brother?!’

’No, I can’t look at it that way. Love is a peculiar, indescribable thing...’

But in any case, after Sen Wei re-examined herself in her mind, she fell into a gradual silence, astonished.

Fang Yang, her sister Sen Hui, and herself.

This wasn’t a multiple-choice question, but a mandatory one.

Thus, she unhesitatingly turned her gaze toward Fang Yang’s handsome figure.

"Father."

Sen Wei’s expression was calm. "I will wait until Fang Yang transforms into the Kunpeng Spirit Body before I make my choice."

"Fang Yang?" Father Sen’s voice held a note of surprise, but he ultimately remained noncommittal. "Decide for yourself, as long as you can endure the loneliness."

Sen Wei said no more.

She understood what her father’s words meant.

If she still tried to achieve perfection, wanting the "Hundred-Year Celestial Mandate" of the Xuan Domain, the "One Aperture Two Phase Method," and the clan’s top-tier Saint Venerable inheritance...

...then what awaited her would undoubtedly be Fang Yang completely surpassing her in Cultivation Realm!

She needed to lie low and wait for the next Xuan-Yu War to begin, but Fang Yang did not.

The problem was that the Xuan-Yu War only started once every hundred years.

By the time she obtained the Hundred-Year Celestial Mandate, Fang Yang would have probably already transcended mortality and become a Saint.

’The duration of the Hundred-Year Celestial Mandate is enough for me to surpass Fang Yang.’

Sen Wei was not in a hurry.

She had a bold idea.

She didn’t just want to condense her own immortal body during the period of the Hundred-Year Celestial Mandate; she wanted to leap all the way to the realm of Great Saint!

Her brother was doing the same right now, so there was no reason she couldn’t.

Leaving everyone in the dust was impressive, but catching up from behind would equally demonstrate her extraordinary abilities.

By then, the Sen family would have three Great Saints. What a glorious achievement that would be!

No matter how capable Fang Yang was, he definitely wouldn’t be able to overturn the heavens!

...

The August wind was warm with a hint of coolness.

The weather couldn’t be called good, nor could it be called bad.

Under these conditions, the second round of the Refining Dao Convention officially concluded.

Astonishingly, fewer than fifty contestants passed this round.

The elimination rate was outrageously high.

One had to remember that while the Hundred Arts of Cultivation were dominated by mainstream paths like Alchemy, Artifact Refining, and Talisman Making, professions such as Spirit Plant Farmers and Puppet Masters were not to be underestimated.

But regardless, in the end, fewer than fifty people qualified for the third round of the Refining Dao Convention.

Cairou had failed. Xueyu and Xuezhi had failed as well.

It was worth mentioning that, due to a lack of strong competitors, Fang Hao was able to farm peacefully and ultimately scraped by to pass the round.

At this moment, the sun climbed higher in the sky.

Fierce sunlight shone down upon the Bluestone Plaza.

On the Bluestone Plaza, numerous contestants looked up at the ranking list, sighing in lament.

"Unbelievable. I can’t believe Fang Yang and Sen Hui are still in the top spots."

"Yeah, their accumulated scores are so far ahead they could probably get another person through to the next round."

"Damn it! If Fang Yang hadn’t driven me out with brute force, I never would have failed!"

"Sigh, it’s all just fate..."

The crowd was abuzz, especially when discussing the scene of Fang Yang dominating the competition.

The chatter grew even louder when they mentioned Yu Qingyun, who was just as famous as Fang Yang, but had been beaten so badly by members of the alliance that he’d fled in disarray.

This comparison only served to highlight how terrifying Fang Yang’s strength was.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd,

Fang Yang and Sen Hui basked in immense glory.

Fang Yang took it in stride, but Sen Hui’s heart was a whirlwind of emotions.

Sen Hui stared at the top name on the list, her heart filled with a mix of emotions.

She thought to herself:

’So I’m actually this amazing.’

’That’s right. Ah Yang’s encouragement isn’t just his hope for me; it’s something I can really achieve if I put my heart into it.’

’I must work hard and not let Ah Yang’s expectations down!’

Then, she turned to look at Fang Yang.

In that instant, all distracting thoughts vanished from her mind.

Under Fang Yang’s gaze, her starry eyes lit up, and a smile bloomed on her face.

Visibly, she radiated a new, heartfelt confidence!

"Ah Yang, I think I have a chance to break through the barrier to become a Tier Five Pill Master in the third round."

Her tone was calm, yet it inspired a sense of trust in Fang Yang.

Fang Yang knew that Sen Hui had forged this confidence through constant trials.

Where some were happy, others were naturally filled with worry.

「Elsewhere.」

In the contingent from the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life.

When Caiwei learned that the third round was the final round, her face was etched with worry.

Because in this final round, no matter how she tried to hide, she would ultimately have to face Fang Yang and Sen Hui.

And given Fang Yang’s brutal performance in the Refining Dao Convention, it was hard for her not to feel terrified.

At this moment, Caiwei sought advice from Yu Qingyun. "Qingyun, do we still have a chance of defeating Fang Yang?"

Yu Qingyun’s expression was calm. "Yes."

Hearing this, Caiwei breathed a small sigh of relief.

But beside them, her little junior sister, Sang Xiaowan, secretly shook her head, not optimistic about her senior sister’s chances.

A terrifying monster like Fang Yang shouldn’t even be in the Refining Dao Convention!

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