Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 321: Chapter 313: The Bright Path

The selection tournament was over.

The chosen geniuses who would be heading to the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life were revealed one by one.

Fang Yang, Fang Min, and Fang Hao were not among this group of geniuses.

Fang Yang could have gone, but he suppressed the urge and chose to focus on secluded cultivation.

Fang Min knew she wasn’t strong enough, so she didn’t participate.

Fang Hao fought desperately for a spot, but he wasn’t skilled enough and wasn’t chosen.

Fang Yang was aware of all of this.

Aside from them, Dongli, Nanyu, Sen Wei, and Yu Zither Immortal could all once again travel to the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life.

It was worth mentioning that, aside from Fang Yang, the other young Great Saints were either heading to the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life or had already achieved sainthood.

The setting sun was the color of blood.

Palaces stood among the clouds.

Dongli glanced sideways. "Fang Yang isn’t participating again. Don’t tell me he really thinks secluded cultivation alone is enough?"

Hearing this, Yu Zither Immortal also felt a flicker of doubt.

At that moment, she looked to the southeast and saw Fang Yang and Sen Hui standing side by side.

Sen Hui was even waving goodbye to Sen Wei, looking quite lively.

She silently watched the figures of Fang Yang and Sen Hui, a ripple of emotion stirring in her eyes.

She still couldn’t bring herself to believe that Fang Yang, the most outstanding disciple of the Fang Clan in ten thousand years, was not the Three-legged Crow, not the Great Sun Golden Crow.

’Forget it. It’s better to rely on myself than on others.’

’I hope I can gain something from this trip.’

She looked away and sighed inwardly.

At the same time.

Someone else was also silently watching Fang Yang from afar.

This person was Fang Min’s best friend, Yu Dieyi.

Yu Dieyi’s eyes brightened as she said cautiously,

"I didn’t expect Sen Wei to be going to the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life too. How strange."

"In this era of great competition, one must have the courage to press forward relentlessly. What heroic spirit! She’s truly extraordinary!"

Standing beside her was Fang Min.

With these words, she was indirectly questioning Fang Yang through her praise of Sen Wei.

Of course, she didn’t dare to question Fang Yang openly in front of Fang Min, so she resorted to a roundabout approach.

She had to, absolutely had to, pull her best friend back onto the right path. She couldn’t let her continue down the wrong one.

Hearing this, a radiant glow appeared on Fang Min’s fair little face. "Someone who only knows how to charge forward can’t be considered a true leader. One who knows when to advance and when to retreat, who is skilled in both scholarly and martial arts, that is what it means to be truly far-sighted."

"..." Yu Dieyi was speechless.

’Not long ago, you were the one saying Fang Yang had unparalleled courage and boundless heroic spirit.’

’And now, you’re the one saying he knows when to advance and retreat and is skilled in both scholarly and martial arts.’

’Heh, so in your eyes, whatever Fang Yang does is right, is that it?’

"Hmph."

Yu Dieyi suppressed her indignation and said calmly, "As long as Sen Wei remains a step ahead of Fang Yang, he can’t be considered any kind of young leader."

As soon as she said this, Fang Min’s expression changed slightly.

An objective fact was laid bare for all to see: Fang Yang and Sen Wei were of the same age and generation.

In other words, as long as Fang Yang did not surpass Sen Wei, the Saint Institute, and even Longevity Heaven, would basically pour more of their resources into Sen Wei!

Fang Min snorted coldly. "She’s only one minor realm ahead of Ah Yang. It won’t be long before Ah Yang catches up, or even surpasses her!"

The confidence on her face was so absolute that it finally silenced Yu Dieyi.

Yu Dieyi actually really wanted to argue back.

’Because while Fang Yang was growing, Sen Wei would definitely be growing too.’

’You couldn’t just expect Fang Yang to be the only one improving while Sen Wei stood still, could you?’

But Yu Dieyi also knew that arguing further with Fang Min would just be a waste of time and would only deepen her stubborn opinions.

Yu Dieyi’s tone was calm. "I hope so. But the facts don’t lie."

At this moment, it wasn’t just Yu Dieyi who was eagerly anticipating the potential struggle between Sen Wei and Fang Yang.

Even Sen Wei herself was filled with surging emotions.

How many years.

How many years had it been?

Sen Wei couldn’t remember the last time she had met an opponent who could truly compete with her on the same stage!

Su Xi couldn’t! Nanyu couldn’t!

And now, the reason she was heading to the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life, the reason for the drastic change in her attitude toward Fang Yang, was because Fang Yang had grown.

Fang Yang now posed a genuine threat to her.

Fang Yang was no longer the little White Feathered Eagle in her eyes, but a great Dapeng bird worthy of her full-forced response.

Coupled with her and Fang Yang’s special identities, she felt an even greater urgency to suppress his rising momentum.

The world rumbled.

Chenri the Great Saint was unleashing his Great Divine Techniques, preparing to depart.

At this very moment.

Sen Wei gazed at the figures of Fang Yang and her sister, Sen Hui, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved upward.

"You two will definitely have a happy and blissful life together. But that happiness must be something I give to you."

...

The outside world was in turmoil.

But Fang Yang followed his heart and his fortune, quietly continuing his secluded cultivation.

The focus of his secluded cultivation was to utilize his status as a Star Lord.

Star Lord—a special status within the Star Dao school.

Its main function was to allow a cultivator to command the mighty power of a star and use it to strengthen themselves.

The stronger the star, the stronger the Star Lord.

’Looked at this way, being a Star Lord isn’t all that different from the path of strengthening the White Feathered Eagle tribe.’

’Still, having one more channel to become stronger is a very comfortable feeling.’

’Wait, doesn’t this mean I’m basically copying Sen Yue’s cultivation path?!’

Seated on his Dao mat, Fang Yang slowly opened his eyes, a look of shocked suspicion glinting within them.

Sen Yue has the entire Xuan Domain; he has the White Feathered Eagle tribe.

Sen Yue has the legendary Taiyin Star; he has a mysterious star.

Looking at it this way, Sen Yue’s various paths were practically a fully upgraded version of his own!

After thinking it over, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

Because, in a way, this wasn’t about him being inferior to Sen Yue, but about the objective gap between the Fang Clan and the Sen Clan.

It was just that the objective gap between the two clans was a bit ridiculously large.

"Heh, just have to keep working hard."

Fang Yang smiled indifferently.

He closed his eyes and resumed his secluded cultivation.

Perhaps because he had experienced the "Ancestor Fang Yuesheng" Star Dream Realm, he faced many things with a bit more composure.

His consciousness blurred, and the world transformed.

In a state between dreaming and waking, he seemed to once again become a Carp Eagle, traversing the dark cosmos to arrive at the mysterious star.

But just as he landed on the star, he was shocked to discover that his form had changed into... a Three-legged Crow!

Not only that, but the mysterious star itself had also transformed into the shape of a Three-legged Crow.

WHOOSH... His perspective kept rising higher and higher, until it finally became the star’s own point of view.

In that instant, he was the mysterious star!

He focused his gaze forward and immediately saw countless things existing within the vast universe.

Dead stars, luminous stars, Starry Beasts, cosmic storms, great cosmic domains...

It was an incredibly macroscopic perspective. His only simple understanding was that he had become like a resurrected Water Beast, submerged in a vast ocean.

’Eat. Want to eat. Really want to eat.’

A powerful craving surged into Fang Yang’s mind.

It made his gaze sweep rapidly past the dead stars, turning instead toward the other luminous stars, Starry Beasts, and cosmic storms.

He could feel that these things were like food.

If he could devour or refine this "food," the mysterious star would grow stronger, and he, in turn, would grow as well.

But this food varied in strength; some of it could even devour him in return!

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