Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 349: Chapter 341: Disguise

Since he had executed Ren Ningning, Jiang Jian, and the others, practically no one dared to block Fang Yang’s path.

Indeed, the combat prowess he had displayed that day was nothing short of terrifying.

A fine drizzle drifted down.

A watery mist rose through the clouds, obscuring all sight.

Fang Yang sat cross-legged atop the silver Sword Flood Dragon’s head, heading straight for Sky-Reaching Peak.

CRACK—

A flash of light streaked across the dim, gray sky, followed by a peal of thunder.

The next moment, bolts of lightning shot across the sky, dancing like silver serpents in a stunning, dazzling display that unleashed a deafening roar.

Along with the storm came two streaks of light—one cyan, one purple.

The cyan streak of light revealed a woman clad in cyan robes, her face hidden behind a veil.

The pure, righteous aura surrounding her indicated she was a cultivator from a prestigious, orthodox sect.

The purple streak, however, was a demonic cultivator with a vicious expression, his entire body wreathed in a dark, spectral glow.

His aura was so ferocious and terrifying that it would make anyone who saw him shrink back in fear.

Now, the two streaks of light were locked in a chase far to the left, weaving through the air.

The demonic cultivator was hunting the female cultivator, periodically letting out a lecherous laugh that was enough to make one’s skin crawl.

But...

Fang Yang remained perfectly serene, still seated cross-legged atop the silver Sword Flood Dragon.

He remained unmoved by the roaring thunder and flashing lights. His face was devoid of emotion, his gaze perfectly placid.

He was watching a play.

The play that two suspected avatars of Saints were about to perform for him.

"Fellow Daoist, I am from the Righteous Thought lineage of Qingqiu! Please, lend me your aid! I will be sure to reward you handsomely."

"Hmph! Fellow Daoist, don’t listen to her nonsense! She’s actually a Yao cultivator, and she had the gall to steal my storage pouch!"

The two continued their chase, wildly hurling accusations at one another.

Imperceptibly, they began to drift closer and closer to Fang Yang.

In that instant, they exchanged a meaningful glance.

It was clear they intended to strike simultaneously from the front and rear, forming a pincer formation to annihilate Fang Yang!

SHING...

A cold light flashed in Fang Yang’s eyes.

He drew the Ten Thousand Years Peach Wood Sword from his waist, the blade letting out a clear, ringing hum.

Joy flickered in their hearts at the sound, as they thought Fang Yang was about to fall into their trap.

But Fang Yang had no intention of saving anyone. He was going to kill them both!

The blade hummed. A tidal wave of Frost White Sword Aura surged outward, spreading in endless frosty ripples that shook the heavens. The mist dissipated and the dark clouds receded.

BOOM! A boundless wave of Sword Qi and Sword Aura churned, swelling hundreds of feet high and completely submerging the female cultivator and her demonic pursuer.

"You fiend."

The female cultivator’s expression changed. She dropped her disguise, and a Grotto Heaven Dharma Aspect materialized behind her.

Within this Grotto Heaven Dharma Aspect were a sun and moon, mountains and rivers, flora and fauna—it seemed to contain an entire world.

Her every move now wielded the power of the elements: wind, rain, thunder, and lightning.

Given that Pan Luo the Great Saint was under heavy restrictions, it was obvious that she was a Saint from his lineage, just like Ren Ningning.

Of course, this Saint was not here in her true body.

She was a special avatar at the peak of Tier Five.

"Hmph. It seems I underestimated you." The other, the demonic cultivator, also dropped his facade.

The spectral glow around him contracted, condensing into a single point. Divine Feathers fluttered as the energy coalesced into the form of a dark Three-legged Crow.

In the present world, the only ones capable of manifesting such power were the imperial family of the Great Xuan Dynasty!

"A dark Three-legged Crow?" Fang Yang’s gaze hardened. A power from deep within his bloodline began to tremble with rage.

BANG—

Words were useless now.

The three leaped into action, unleashing their auras as they clashed violently.

They crashed together in a furious melee.

Facing the avatars of two Saints, Fang Yang could no longer deal with his enemies as easily as he had with Fang Nian.

His black hair whipped about as black waves materialized behind him. A great fish swam within the waves, crashing toward his opponents, while a Golden Roc shrieked at the heavens and dove forward for the kill.

As the phantoms of the Black Kun and the Golden Roc appeared, his aura surged—tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

He grew ever more fierce and domineering, looking as if he would obliterate the entire Cloud Sea.

The cold light in his eyes grew ever more chilling. He brandished a spear, its tip whipping up a gale, as his entire body radiated a divine and terrifying brilliance.

Incredibly, he was single-handedly overpowering the two Saint avatars.

"The Black Kun... the Golden Roc... a Kunpeng? How is this possible?!"

The faces of the two Saint avatars drained of color, and alarm bells screamed in their minds.

They knew, of course, that this young man before them was determined to forge an entirely new path for the Fang Clan.

But even with the help of the Sen Clan and the Two-Poles Manor lineage, the strongest form he should have been able to manifest was that of the Carp Eagle.

So why, at his young age, could he already manifest a form that so closely resembled the Kunpeng?

It was unthinkable.

"Die!"

Fang Yang’s expression was glacial, his body now covered in a dense network of dazzling runes.

A torrent of majestic golden blood-qi surged to the heavens, its rumbling reminiscent of a great, vibrating bell. In an instant, it locked the male Saint’s avatar in place.

The very heavens and earth trembled; the Cloud Sea itself was collapsing.

With a sickening tear, the spear’s tip pierced its target. The male Saint’s avatar was instantly torn to shreds, and the dark Three-legged Crow dissipated with a final, mournful cry.

It was a terrifyingly devastating blow.

The female Saint’s avatar threw her head back and roared, unleashing one final attack.

Her Grotto Heaven Dharma Aspect exploded, unleashing a furious tempest. Violent winds howled, lightning crackled, and the sky filled with runes as an aura of pure destruction materialized.

Knowing that victory was impossible, she intended to drag Fang Yang down with her!

BOOM!

Fang Yang stood motionless. Fierce flames erupted from his body, releasing an endless, searing heat.

A great crimson robe materialized around him, adorned with faint tiger stripes and a cape over the shoulders.

A special Anomalous Flame flowed through the robe’s fabric like divine light, radiating a vigorous and overwhelming heat.

Not only that, but divine rings of condensed firelight also materialized around the long robe, fluttering like celestial ribbons. They floated as if riding an unseen wind, making Fang Yang look like a Fire God descending upon the world.

The Sacred Artifact, the Flame Robe!

The female Saint’s dishonorable suicide attack had perversely allowed Fang Yang to channel its force, activating the Flame Robe to protect himself.

"A Sacred Artifact..."

With her last glance, the female Saint avatar’s eyes were filled with hatred, yet also a flash of avarice.

Sacred Artifacts are one of a kind and incredibly difficult to obtain.

If she possessed a Sacred Artifact of her own, she feared the battle would not have ended so simply.

With a final hum, the heavens and earth trembled.

As she vanished, the storm reached a final crescendo. Terrifying lightning spread across the sky, and cracks even began to form in the fabric of space.

But Fang Yang’s figure remained motionless, standing majestically amidst the clouds.

「A moment later.」

He tapped his foot lightly, and the air rippled beneath him.

Immediately, a silver Sword Flood Dragon composed of Primordial Qi began to form, stretching out before him.

Just like that, he stepped onto the silver Sword Flood Dragon and continued his journey toward Sky-Reaching Peak.

He had now traversed nearly half the path to Sky-Reaching Peak.

Soon, he would be able to see Qing Rushang again and complete one half of his quest in the Dream World!

’Although a part of me really wants to just speedrun this Dream World—go all out, rampage through everything, and get that rush...’

’...the more I feel that urge, the more I must be patient, weaving this grand design one thread at a time.’

’The Kunpeng Spirit Body, then the Kunpeng Saint Body, and even the Kunpeng Immortal Body... I will obtain them all, one by one.’

’When that day comes, I will surely be able to rival Han Wu the Sub-Venerable, spread my wings, and soar freely through the heavens!’

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