Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 347: Chapter 339: A Certain Calm and Composed Someone

SPLASH.

His perspective immediately shifted, and the world turned upside down.

"This body... it’s a little weak."

Fang Yang lightly clenched his fists, his gaze profound.

The very next moment, in the real world, the illusion of the Dream Emperor in his second hollow-aperture began to glow faintly.

In an instant, joy filled his eyes.

It was back. That feeling of supreme power—it was all back.

He tapped a finger in the air, and a massive, fiery-red Fire Eagle appeared.

Though it was only formed from Primordial Qi, it was so lifelike it seemed to have a body and soul.

With one hand behind his back, he stepped forward, landing squarely on the Fire Eagle’s back.

"BOOM—"

A thunderous explosion echoed as the Fire Eagle beat its wings, kicking up a great wind and soaring straight toward Skyreach Peak.

From his current position in the canyon, if everything went smoothly, he could actually reach Skyreach Peak two months ahead of schedule.

But he knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

His current situation was quite precarious.

Because of the Tiger Flood Dragon Blessed Land and the Flame Robe Sacred Artifact, he had long been a target.

And due to the incident with Qing Rushang and Sen Yuanyuan, even his status as a Saint Institute student could only guarantee that the Saints themselves wouldn’t personally intervene.

’In a way, this is a battle royale.’

’A hunt where anyone from the Desolate Realm, or even other venerated cultivators’ lineages, can come and watch.’

’If I die, the Tiger Flood Dragon Blessed Land and the Flame Robe Sacred Artifact will all go to the victor.’

’But if I complete the trial, then ’Fang Nian’ will be reborn from the ashes and become a major figure in his own right.’

’So, on this journey, mortal experts at the Tier Five Peak will undoubtedly appear one after another...’

Fang Yang was well aware of all this.

So as he soared high into the sky, the numerous, faint auras flickering around him weren’t enough to make him bat an eye.

He continued to soar higher, flying among the blue sky and white clouds.

He even had the leisure to search his storage bag, beginning to refine and prepare Talismans.

Calm! Composed! Confident!

This was the first impression he gave the hidden observers.

This demeanor immediately made them suspicious.

’Could it be? Does he really have some kind of trump card that guarantees a kill?’

The setting sun was the color of blood.

The sky began to darken.

Finally, someone could no longer hold back.

Once one person took the lead, more appeared one after another, blocking Fang Yang’s path.

"Fang Nian, you demon!"

"That’s right! You slaughtered the loyal and righteous, even killing Sect Leader Zhou Ludu, who showed you great kindness!"

"Hand over the Flame Robe Sacred Artifact right now, or we won’t be so polite!"

"Fang Nian, my ancestor is waiting nearby. As long as you hand over the Sacred Artifact, he guarantees your safe passage to Skyreach Peak..."

There were threats, bribes, and deception.

The crowd was made up of different factions, but they had formed small groups of three to five, their eyes glinting with malice.

Even more terrifying, powerful experts lay in wait further back, silently waiting for Fang Yang to reveal an opening.

Even as they spoke, many were still secretly plotting.

The already murky situation grew even more chaotic.

At that moment, a fierce wind whipped Fang Yang’s black hair into the air, making it dance wildly.

Even surrounded by a host of heroes and facing the grave danger of death, Fang Yang kept one hand behind his back, his expression serene.

"BOOM—"

The Fire Eagle beat its wings, setting off a series of explosions.

Countless Thunder Dao Talismans and Fire Dao Talismans flashed, transforming into massive Fire Beasts and Thunder Beasts that charged forward.

Not only that, but Mystical Skills like Wind and Fire Together were mixed in as well.

In that instant, it was truly a stampede of ten thousand beasts, surging forward like the river of time itself.

"Gah, fall back!"

Attacking without a single word of warning, Fang Yang’s decisiveness was far beyond what anyone had imagined.

In a flash, the crowd retreated, leaving only a dozen or so people to face the stampede of beasts.

Immediately, sounds of tearing filled the air. Among those dozen people, seven couldn’t withstand the charge and were ripped to shreds.

"No, Ah He!!"

Agonized screams rang out ceaselessly.

But several figures also shot through the onslaught, riding the wind, their sharp weapons about to strike Fang Yang.

However, as soon as they got close to him, they could advance no further.

Illusions of Fire Tigers, Golden Eagles, and many others were held at bay by a Flame Robe and Thunder Armor Talisman.

Fang Yang’s face was calm, completely devoid of emotion.

His hand rested lightly on the Ten Thousand Years Peach Wood Sword at his waist, and a cold glint of light exploded forth.

"ROAR~"

A Flood Dragon’s cry echoed from the sword, causing the faces of everyone nearby to pale.

The next moment, a colossal silver Sword Flood Dragon coiled below, slowly ascending.

The silver Sword Flood Dragon, horns atop its head, then charged upward with a speed that seemed slow but was in fact incredibly fast.

Life was ravaged, and the earth was stained with blood.

A great number of Cultivators met with disaster, and even some at the Tier Five Peak perished.

One could only say that the methods available to the very top prodigies from venerated cultivators’ lineages were enough to make other Cultivators despair!

"No~"

As a rain of blood fell, a beautiful woman’s pupils contracted sharply, and she cried out in alarm.

As she found herself powerless to react, her Dao companion failed to block the attack for her.

With a BOOM, she and her Dao companion were annihilated, turned to dust.

The loss of life, the bones and blood of Cultivators.

It all happened in the span of a few breaths, enough to make one’s heart pound with terror.

"Fang Nian, you’re too arrogant!"

From far behind them, a solemn and dignified voice rang out.

The voice was like a lion’s roar and a flood dragon’s cry, striking directly at the hearts of all who heard it.

A vast avenue of golden light appeared, and a valiant-looking youth with a straight posture, clad in Red Gold Battle Armor, arrived.

He looked like an ancient divine general, and his very appearance caused everyone present to hold their breath.

"Ren Gou, it’s Ren Gou!"

"Hmph, Ren Gou is a renowned young Saint, and he’s Ren Ningning’s younger brother."

"Fang Nian is in big trouble now!"

Seeing Ren Gou appear, the surviving Cultivators were all ecstatic.

The next moment, Ren Gou strode forward with the gait of a dragon and the stride of a tiger.

Behind him, the illusion of a massive black celestial dog howled at the sky, stirring up powerful hurricanes.

In the blink of an eye, he shattered the void and brought a palm down on Fang Yang to suppress him.

As his palm descended, the celestial dog barked, and a ball of Bing Fire God Thunder bloomed in its mouth. It fell with an aura that could exterminate all life, turning the void crimson in its vast descent.

The other Cultivators watched, their faces all turning grim.

This was the might of a young Saint—absolutely not something an ordinary genius could hope to match!

"Bing Fire God Thunder?" Fang Yang’s eyes flashed.

Immediately, an incredibly scorching aura spread from Fang Yang’s body.

His robes billowed as a Fire Eagle Illusion, so solid it looked real, beat its wings and soared high, diving straight for the ball of Bing Fire God Thunder.

RUMBLE—

As everyone watched, dumbfounded, the Fire Eagle Illusion devoured the ball of Bing Fire God Thunder and dove straight for Ren Gou.

"No, this is impossible..." Ren Gou’s eyes looked ready to split, and his whole body trembled. This was the aura of death!

He roared, and against all odds, managed to shift a tiny bit of space.

Although two-thirds of his body had disintegrated, he had finally dodged the Fire Eagle Illusion’s attack.

Before he could even feel relieved, at Fang Yang’s command, the fiery-red Fire Eagle beat its wings and incinerated him to dust.

The sudden turn of events was so shocking that the others had no time to react. The joy on their faces hadn’t even faded before it was replaced by new terror.

The fiery-red Fire Eagle continued to soar, heading straight for Skyreach Peak.

The Cultivators blocking Fang Yang’s path fled in a panic, only to be cut down one by one.

"Dead, they’re all dead?!"

"Hiss... where did this god of slaughter come from?"

"It wasn’t even ten minutes... It’s all over, all over, haha, hahaha~"

"Ren Gou’s sister, Ren Ningning, is Pan Luo the Great Saint’s most favored disciple. Fang Nian is in big trouble..."

At this moment, the surroundings were stained crimson, with severed limbs and broken bodies littering the ground.

Seeing this, the surviving Cultivators felt a deep sorrow, laughing and crying at the same time.

「Meanwhile.」

Fang Yang stood atop the fiery-red Fire Eagle, activating a Fire-Eye Thunder-Sound Talisman.

He had heard the words of the surviving Cultivators, but he paid them no mind.

If they hadn’t scattered in all directions, making it too time-consuming to hunt them down one by one, he wouldn’t have minded getting rid of them as well.

After all, whoever stood in his way had to die!

The fierce wind blew, making Fang Yang’s robes flap loudly.

At that moment, he smiled faintly. "Ren Ningning, the Great Saint’s favored disciple? The moment she shows her face, she’s dead."

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