Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 345: Chapter 337: Carp Eagle’s Repentance

Fang Yang’s door was shut tight.

In the darkness, he was not in bed resting.

On the contrary, he was still seated on his mat, deep in cultivation.

’Shattered Dream’s Lingering Sword. A Tier Three Magic of the Dream Dao school, inspired by the realm of Sword Intent within the Sword Dao.’

’The stronger a Cultivator’s Sword Intent, the greater the power they can unleash from this Dream Dao Magic...’

At this moment, Fang Yang was tightly gripping a pure white jade slip.

He was recalling the words Sub-Venerable Han Wu had spoken to him not long ago.

The manifestation of this dream Magic was similar to the Sword Dao and could be used to forcibly break through certain difficult junctures in a Dream World.

And so, he centered himself and mobilized the True Essence in his first aperture, attempting to cultivate the technique.

The next moment, his first aperture remained still, but the phantom of the Dream Emperor in his second aperture began to faintly glow with a divine light.

Immediately, the Red Gold Divine Sword hanging at the Dream Emperor phantom’s left side suddenly flashed a fraction brighter.

Instinctively, Fang Yang exerted a gentle pressure, and a wisp of deep white Sword Aura, ethereal and dreamlike, materialized at his fingertip.

Success.

He had mastered "Shattered Dream’s Lingering Sword" in the span of a single breath.

Furthermore, it hadn’t consumed the True Essence from his first or second aperture, but his Soul Foundation!

Fang Yang had an epiphany. From now on, with the aid of the Dream Emperor phantom, he could instantly master any Dream Dao Magic related to the Sword Dao!

’Is this the terrifying power of the Dream Emperor phantom?’

He marveled inwardly:

’As expected of something so highly valued by the Vast Sea Venerable Emperor that he issued a special dictum on how it should be regarded.’

However, he also knew that his second aperture was still only at the Tier One realm.

If he wanted to advance it, he would have to completely devour an entire Dream World.

All beginnings are difficult.

Once he devoured the first Dream World, everything after would be much easier.

Riding this wave of momentum, Fang Yang began to consult the "Soul Tempering and Essence Refining Scripture," hoping to elicit a reaction from his second aperture as well.

If it also reacted, that would be for the best.

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his second aperture.

In the center of the second aperture’s Bronze True Essence Sea, the Dream Emperor phantom sat enthroned.

Its face was indistinct, its posture tall and proud. It wore a crown of white immortal feathers and was draped in an emperor’s black robe. At its left hip hung the Ruyi Red Gold Sword, at its right, the White Jade Immortal Flute, and on its feet were cloud-stepping shoes of lotus-root silk...

Peerless and transcendent, regarding the world with an awesome pride!

Around it, nine-colored immortal light soared to the heavens, and all creation bowed in submission, as if it were the very incarnation of Heaven itself.

But now, aside from a faint glimmer on the Ruyi Red Gold Sword, its entire body was dormant and unmoving—just like the current state of the Dream Dao school’s development.

’No reaction?’ Fang Yang was slightly disappointed.

A moment later, he took a deep breath and turned his focus to the [Profound State].

’Profound State! Profound State! Profound State!’

In the darkness, the faint rumble of heavenly thunder could be heard.

It was Fang Yang’s Soul, having briefly left his body to be tempered by the heavenly thunder drawn by the "Soul Tempering and Essence Refining Scripture."

A Soul Foundation seventy-one thousand times baseline!

A Soul Foundation seventy-three thousand times baseline!

A Soul Foundation seventy-seven thousand times baseline!

A Soul Foundation eighty-two thousand times baseline!

Bliss.

Haaaaah~

As his Soul Foundation strengthened, a wave of sheer pleasure washed over Fang Yang, and he nearly moaned aloud.

The sensation was wondrously strange, like the intimate union of a man and woman—and it was continuous.

Each wave was stronger than the last.

DONG...

A deep, muffled toll sounded.

The circulation of the "Soul Tempering and Essence Refining Scripture" ceased, and Fang Yang slowly opened his eyes.

A Soul Foundation eighty-five thousand times baseline!

Not only that, but the tempering of his Carp Eagle phantom’s eyes had also advanced by a full 3%, saving him months of work.

With all these boons combined, how could he not be overjoyed?

After a long moment, Fang Yang let out a long, slow breath, calming the storm of emotions in his heart.

Then, he took out the Remnant Ten-Thousand-Year Peach Wood Sword.

The Remnant Ten-Thousand-Year Peach Wood Sword floated before him, glowing with a soft cyan light.

For some reason, looking at it filled Fang Yang’s heart with a deep sense of sorrow.

’This isn’t right.’

In his eyes, the Remnant Ten-Thousand-Year Peach Wood Sword had previously appeared as a Cyan Phoenix, a divine tribulation lotus, and even the manifestation of a Tai Chi Yin Yang Diagram!

It was a Tier Seven Sacred Material, which could be used as the core to forge a powerful offensive Tier Six Sacred Artifact.

Considering all this, he should have been ecstatic.

And yet, for no discernible reason, an immense sadness welled up within him as he looked at the Remnant Ten-Thousand-Year Peach Wood Sword.

’Could it be... that I’ve been influenced by the lingering sentiments left on it by the Two-Pole Mansion Master?’

Suspicious, Fang Yang reached out his right hand and gently caressed the Remnant Ten-Thousand-Year Peach Wood Sword.

The Remnant Ten-Thousand-Year Peach Wood Sword was shattered, its blade severely damaged. Its form was held together only by a lingering strand of Sword Intent.

Wordlessly, Fang Yang stroked it. The surface wasn’t rough; on the contrary, it felt as smooth as flowing water.

But the more he stroked it, the more he felt a profound sense of... regret?!

In response, the Carp Eagle’s Divine Feather in his first aperture flared with divine light, seemingly resonating with the Remnant Ten-Thousand-Year Peach Wood Sword.

The next moment, the [Seek Fortune, Avoid Misfortune] orb of light appeared in his mind and formed into text:

[The Peach Wood Sword stirs, the Carp Eagle repents. An old dream resurfaces, and fate reaches a great divergence.]

[Supreme Fortune: Accept the summons and enter the bloodline dream. Emerge on your own after half a year. Succeed in the dream’s trial and obtain a Tier Eight opportunity. Auspicious!]

[Mid-Level Fortune: Refuse the summons and do not enter the bloodline dream. The Divine Feather will dissipate. Troubles will occasionally arise; handle them with caution, and they will pass. Its power will be returned as True Essence. Neutral.]

[Low-Mid Fortune: Accept the summons and enter the bloodline dream. Emerge on your own after half a year. Fail the dream’s trial, and your foundation will suffer a backlash. The Carp Eagle will fall dormant. Inauspicious!]

Seeing the divination, a sharp glint flashed in Fang Yang’s eyes.

It’s here.

It’s finally here.

The fifth bloodline dream, which he had long awaited, had finally arrived.

However, the situation didn’t seem entirely auspicious.

’The Peach Wood Sword stirs, the Carp Eagle repents... This must mean that Fang Nian committed a great wrong back then, leaving him with a deep regret, hence the repentance.’

’An old dream resurfaces, and fate reaches a great divergence... Looking at the three fortunes, it’s clear this fifth bloodline dream is critically important.’

’The Low-Mid Fortune makes it clear that I can only succeed in this dream trial. Failure is not an option.’

’Otherwise, my foundation will be damaged, and trying to walk the path of the Kunpeng will be nigh impossible. I’d likely be forced onto the path of the Great Sun Golden Crow instead.’

’The Mid-Level Fortune shows that if I refuse the dream’s summons, the Carp Eagle’s Divine Feather will dissipate, and I’ll likely lose my chance to enter the fifth bloodline dream forever.’

’It’s all high-risk, completely different from the divinations for my previous four bloodline dreams!’

’That being said, high risk also brings high reward.’

’The Supreme Fortune promises a Tier Eight opportunity!’

’If I’m not mistaken, it must be the manifestation of the Tai Chi Yin Yang Diagram I’ve been waiting for!’

’If not, I really can’t imagine what else in that fellow Fang Nian’s life could possibly count as a Tier Eight opportunity.’

"A year from now is when the various Venerables’ lineages will go to war."

"That being the case, I need to focus on my cultivation."

Fang Yang muttered to himself.

He spoke for his own benefit, but also for Sub-Venerable Han Wu, who might have been spying on him.

After all, for a Cultivator at a critical juncture, a half-year seclusion was a relatively short period.

And so, filled with anticipation, he peacefully entered his dream.

The bloodline dream, the path of the Kunpeng, Fang Nian, Qing Rushang, Sen Yuanyuan...

It was time to put the grudges of the past to rest.

Kunpeng Spirit Body, here I come!

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