Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 290: Chapter 288: Star Lord

Wind Peng Dojo.

Whitefrost Stone House.

Fang Yang sat cross-legged on a Daoist mat, his palms facing up, refining the Tier Five Spiritual Object: Profound Turtle Thunder Shell Water.

The Profound Turtle Thunder Shell Water resembled a small blue turtle, floating leisurely in mid-air.

Ripples of faint blue Dao patterns surrounded it, and a remnant of the Xuanwu’s aura was vaguely discernible.

"Murong Chengfeng’s legacy cavern..."

Fang Yang’s mind drifted as he gazed at it.

He found himself gradually recalling the extraordinary woman he had dueled with in the bloodline dream.

She had appeared as bloated as Dong Zhuo, but was in fact as beautiful as Diaochan. The contrast was so stark he found it hard to forget.

He just never would have imagined that the Xuanwu Sea-Suppressing Great Divine Technique actually had a tradition of being passed down only to men, not women.

As a result, Murong Chengfeng had ultimately fallen to internal strife. Such a thing was truly a pity.

But because of this, Fang Yang’s vigilance suddenly sharpened.

Within the eight great Golden Clans, while the general direction was indeed to maintain stability, they were by no means a monolithic bloc.

"Rise."

With a thought, the Xuan Yuan Talisman Treasure transformed into a small Sword Flood Dragon. It buzzed out, baring its fangs and claws at the Profound Turtle Thunder Shell Water.

As the Xuan Yuan Talisman Treasure unleashed its power, the Yimu Saintly Spear in his first empty aperture did the same.

「A quarter-hour later.」

The commotion subsided.

The Cyan Thunder Talisman Seedling within the Yimu Saintly Spear was developing into a Cyan Thunder Talisman Tree.

Most noticeably, the Yimu Saintly Spear was repaired once more. It could now last for two hundred years without dropping in tier, an improvement from one hundred sixty years.

Two hundred years, for a Young Great Saint like Fang Yang, was practically the same as having no future complications at all.

"RUMBLE..."

As the Profound Turtle Thunder Shell Water dissipated, Fang Yang closed his eyes and unified his mind.

In an instant, his consciousness transformed into a Carp Eagle.

In a state between dream and reality, he soared on high, piercing through clouds and mist to reach the dark cosmos, arriving at a silent, desolate star beyond the heavens.

Previously, the desolate star had been like a dead world, utterly empty.

But now, thanks to his continuous efforts, sparks of starlight and flashes of lightning had appeared.

He watched the starlight and lightning, a smile touching his eyes.

This was because they were all his traces, his imprints.

Once he had completely branded this star, he would become its master—in short, a Star Lord.

The title of Star Lord was connected to the Star Dao school and could be considered a special class progression.

Its main function was to command the great power of the star and use it to augment oneself.

The stronger the star, the stronger the Star Lord.

As far as Fang Yang knew, Sen Yue was the Star Lord of the Taiyin Star.

Furthermore, Fang Yang had learned from Sen Hui that:

Sen Yue was suspected of planning to refine both the Taiyin Star and the Sun Star, then use them to supplant the Ziwei Emperor Star and establish a stellar divine dynasty!

’I wonder what type of star this desolate one is. It would be best if it were a main star on the same level as the Big Dipper,’ Fang Yang mused.

Main stars had their own names and contained unique abilities. Stars that weren’t main stars were clearly somewhat useless.

He had only been able to connect to this desolate star thanks to the Spiritual Object that Sen Yue had gifted him back then.

If the desolate star really was a main star on par with the Big Dipper, then he had truly received a grand fortune from Sen Yue!

After indulging in these thoughts for a while, Fang Yang seized the moment and continued to explore the desolate star.

Finally, in the core of the desolate star, he discovered a hazy, indistinct figure!

The figure was blurry and faint.

Dark clouds gathered around it, lightning flashed and thunder rolled, and space shattered piece by piece like a cracking mirror.

Fang Yang was stunned by the sight.

He took a moment to sense it and immediately understood that this figure was the Star Lord before him.

A dead Star Lord!

The fact that he could now perceive this figure was a clear sign that he was about to completely refine the desolate star.

...

"ROAR~"

A strange, deep sound echoed through the Whitefrost Stone House, carrying with it the faint rush of a great ocean tide.

And the Profound Turtle Thunder Shell Water, which had been suspended in mid-air, completely dissipated.

The next moment, Fang Yang opened his eyes, and a flash of lightning within them illuminated the dim room.

Sparks born from the void!

Back in the real world, he remained seated cross-legged, unmoving for a long time as he gradually calmed his mind.

The exploration of the desolate star had simply been too astonishing and unique.

It was as if he had visited another real world, yet it felt like a dream.

Having experienced this, he was beginning to understand why Sen Yue was so powerful.

Sen Yue had most likely inherited the accumulation from the main stars of nine generations of Great Saints from the Sen family!

After taking the ultimate leap, if a being like that didn’t become a Young Venerable, then who could?

"Hooo~"

Once his mind was calm, Fang Yang let out a slow breath of turbid air.

Only then did he look inward at his first empty aperture to inspect the changes in his Carp Eagle illusion.

The moment he looked, the divine light in his eyes flared slightly.

He was stunned to find that the refinement level of the Carp Eagle illusion—that is, the beak of the Fire Eagle Illusion—had jumped from 56% to 66%. The increase was staggering!

’The speed of this growth is simply beyond my imagination.’

He smiled in satisfaction. ’This will save me at least a year of refinement effort.’

Then, he rose to his feet and stretched, a pleasant sensation spreading through his entire body.

At this rate, in less than a year, he would be able to refine the beak of the Fire Eagle Illusion to 75%.

In other words, he would likely become a Tier Four Peak cultivator in less than a year.

’Tier Four Peak...’

To put it another way, he was about to catch up to Fang Min and Dongli in terms of Cultivation Realm.

Such a growth rate was truly astonishing.

His title of Young Great Saint was indeed well-deserved!

「Two days later.」

A sea breeze blew gently.

The Electric Python roared in the air as its aura surged, breaking through to the Tier Two Peak realm in one go.

Meanwhile, Fang Yang stood atop a mountain peak, his arms crossed, calmly observing his three battle pets.

White Feathered Eagle: Tier Three Elementary realm.

Small Frost Horse: Tier Two Middle realm.

Electric Python: Tier Two Peak realm.

To be fair, the three battle pets worked very hard to train and grow.

The speed of their realm breakthroughs could rival that of extremely powerful juvenile desolate beasts.

But compared to their master’s growth rate, the battle pets’ progress was simply too pitiful to look at.

’Perhaps I should find another way.’

Fang Yang’s gaze was deep. ’For example, I could be like that scoundrel Fang Nian and scheme to acquire a batch of combat-ready Slave Beasts.’

He hadn’t forgotten his last experience in the bloodline dream.

So he decided that, at the very least, he needed to gather a batch of combat-ready Slave Beasts before he became champion of the Earth Ranking.

Only then could he freely unleash all sorts of killing moves and Lifebound Skills.

What was even better was that, because they would be combat-ready Slave Beasts, he wouldn’t have to worry too much about their life-force origins. He would only need to ensure they didn’t die.

After all, the three battle pets by his side—the White Feathered Eagle, Small Frost Horse, and Electric Python—all had extraordinary potential, but they were geared more toward late-stage development.

...

「Meanwhile.」

The reason Sen Yue hadn’t continued to guide Sen Wei in cultivating the "Art of One Aperture, Two Aspects" was truly because he had important matters to attend to.

This urgent matter was his plan to try and seize that top-tier Divine Technique skill.

Namely, the top-tier Venerable’s true inheritance that they had originally hoped to obtain by having Fang Yang transform into a Kun Peng.

The Changkong Clan.

In the deepest part of the Changkong Armory.

At this moment, Sen Yue, with his incomparably tyrannical power, had passed through numerous trials to meet the guardian spirit of the Changkong Armory.

All things have a spirit. Faced with Sen Yue’s unreasonable request, the guardian spirit of the Changkong Treasure Vault refused.

Furthermore, the guardian spirit caused the top-tier Divine Technique skill to transform into a golden, lightning-wreathed Kun Peng, which roared in fury as if to destroy the heavens and the earth.

But Sen Yue’s expression remained calm as he personally made a move, attempting to suppress this peerless Great Divine Technique, only to suffer a severe backlash.

In the end, he understood that continuing to suppress it by force would only result in mutual destruction and could even damage his own foundation.

After some thought, he had an epiphany: it was best to wait for Fang Yang to become a Kun Peng.

In other words, he had to let Fang Yang inherit this top-tier Divine Technique, and then he would absorb its essence.

At that moment, in the unseen world, he actually felt a shift in the Mandate of Heaven.

His intuition told him that the great fortune Fang Yang enjoyed from the favor of heaven and earth was suspected to be even stronger than his sister Sen Wei’s.

But in that case, the future of his other sister, Sen Hui, was secure.

At this thought, his gaze grew profound.

Finally, with his hands behind his back, he turned his gaze toward the Burying Moon Mountain Dream World Cluster.

He was quite certain that there was a Venerable’s Dream World there, and likely more than just one.

Otherwise, the Venerable lineages like the Great Xuan Dynasty, the Red Flame Demon Country, and the Jile Demon Sect wouldn’t be so impatient, probing it time and again.

"Is a golden age truly about to dawn?"

"Heh, the heroes of this world truly rise and fall like dragons and snakes, an endless supply of them."

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