Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 350: Chapter 342: Advancing with the Times

The Sword Flood Dragon weaved through the clouds, riding the wind and mist.

A biting wind whistled past, causing his robes to billow.

Fang Yang stood atop the flood dragon’s head with one hand clasped behind his back, silently guiding its path.

He was now nearly two-thirds of the way through his journey, progressing much faster than anticipated.

In just a few more days, he would reach Tongtian Peak and fulfill his first lingering regret.

It was worth noting that ever since he had defeated the two Great Saint incarnations, the number of people spying on his movements had dwindled.

Over the past few days, however, that faint sense of being watched had been gradually intensifying.

This could only mean one thing: a new storm was brewing.

「Half a day later.」

The silver Sword Flood Dragon gradually slowed down.

Fang Yang narrowed his eyes and gazed into the distance.

RUMBLE—

A sound like the heavens themselves were cracking apart rang out.

A deep blue, ancient war chariot came rumbling into view, wreathed in boundless waves as it charged forth with brutish force.

Atop the ancient war chariot stood a tall, imposing figure.

He was clad in black robes, his black hair falling casually to his shoulders and fluttering in the wind.

His expression was cold and detached, with only an occasional glint of light flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Furthermore, a vast, azure ocean flowed around him. Within it, the phantoms of an Azure Dragon and a crimson phoenix bobbed, bathing him in a brilliant light and giving him an aura that seemed capable of swallowing the heavens and the earth.

"Scion of the Fang clan, I never thought you would make it this far."

He stood with his hands clasped behind him.

"Every debt is paid on the road to hell. So that you may die with understanding, know that I am the Third Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty."

"Hmph. If it weren’t for my father the Emperor’s command, why would someone as distinguished as I, the Third Prince of Great Xuan, deign to come to the Desolate Realm?"

"If you ask me, my father and the others are being far too cautious."

"If you could truly walk the path of the Kun and the Roc, that alone would be a miracle."

"And on top of that, if you could also walk the path of the Great Sun Golden Crow and contend for destiny’s favor, then I suppose you could even be called a true Child of Destiny!"

"Heh. I am a young Great Saint. To die by my hand... you can consider it a worthy end."

The newcomer was a royal of the Great Xuan Dynasty, the Third Prince of the reigning Emperor of Great Xuan, and a young Great Saint!

His arrival instantly caused the surrounding sky to darken.

At this moment, as Fang Yang stared at him, a profound and mysterious realization washed over him.

It was highly likely that the "Carp Eagle Fang Nian" of the past had met his tragic end right here.

At the same time, the Third Prince’s words about the "path of the Great Sun Golden Crow," "contending for destiny’s favor," and "Child of Destiny" stirred a great deal of confusion in Fang Yang’s mind.

But Fang Yang said nothing.

He simply smiled.

BOOM!

The next moment, both sides moved simultaneously.

The Third Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty remained calm. His azure ocean churned, and the brilliant Azure Dragon and crimson phoenix transformed into a blazing divine ring that expanded outward, attempting to form his domain.

Fang Yang also unleashed his power. The Golden Tai Chi Diagram, which he hadn’t used in a long time, spread out with incredible speed. The Black Kun and Golden Roc materialized, sealing the void and halting the advance of the spreading azure ocean.

Their initial clash was a stalemate.

Seeing this, the Third Prince’s expression grew serious.

Meanwhile, Fang Yang seized the opportunity to shoot toward the heavens.

The Fire Realm erupted and a sea of lightning roared. Beneath the tip of his spear, it was as if a mystical star had just exploded.

The sight was terrifying. The explosion of the mystical star produced a monumental, rumbling sound that shook the heavens and the earth.

Even more frightening, the afterimage of the shattered star reflected the lingering resonance of the Great Sun Golden Crow.

The Golden Tai Chi Diagram! The Black Kun and Golden Roc! The Great Sun Golden Crow!

Fang Yang didn’t reveal his trump cards lightly, but when he did, it was with an earth-shattering strike.

The manifestation of the Great Sun Golden Crow, in particular, caused the Third Prince’s expression to change drastically.

He had expected Fang Yang to use the Celestial Eagle Cross Spear.

Instead, Fang Yang had forgone it, all to seize this fleeting opening!

"Hah!" The Third Prince roared, his black hair whipping skyward.

The azure war chariot before him erupted with cataclysmic waves, as if the very depths of the ocean were overturning, trying to halt Fang Yang’s assault.

But...

A clean, sharp tearing sound echoed, a heart-wrenching noise.

Fang Yang, brimming with power, charged straight into the azure war chariot. With a great roar, he threw himself at the Third Prince.

In an instant, the azure war chariot disintegrated into dust as the two figures clashed in the void.

Across heaven and earth, from lakes to mountain cliffs.

Like a Flood Dragon, like a divine ape, they rampaged across the land.

Calamity followed in their wake.

Countless mountain peaks were flattened, countless lakes evaporated, countless forests obliterated.

Their eyes saw only each other. It was a battle to the death!

They continued their fierce battle. Various Daoist marks and divine patterns materialized, and they even began to burn their own bloodlines.

Incredibly, Fang Yang leveraged his initial advantage to firmly maintain the upper hand.

"Die!"

Enduring the intense scrutiny from the heavens above, Fang Yang thrust his spear forward with overwhelming force.

The chilling light of the spear was piercing, sending a wave of ice through the Prince’s body.

The Third Prince’s skull was pierced, his Soul incinerated, his True Spirit extinguished...

With his final dying gaze, he stared at Fang Yang in astonishment, his face a mask of confusion.

The man before him felt like a stranger, a complete and utter stranger.

’This strength, this spirit, this cunning... Is this person really Fang Nian?’

Baffled and confused, he perished.

"Hooo..." Fang Yang gasped, his breaths coming in heavy pants.

Even though they were both young Great Saints, killing such a powerful opponent had been a considerable strain.

But thankfully, everything had gone according to plan.

He immediately unleashed the Black Kun Illusion to devour everything.

Then, he quickly fled, heading straight for Tongtian Peak.

In the process, he felt many new Mystical Skills of the Sword Dao flowing through his mind.

HUMMM...

In Fang Yang’s eyes, the Ten Thousand Years Peach Wood Sword trembled lightly, hopping about as if it were alive.

In reality, the Ten Thousand Years Peach Wood Sword was still the same sword; nothing about it had changed.

The one who had changed was Fang Yang himself.

’I’m a Sword Dao Master now...’

A look of pleasant surprise appeared in Fang Yang’s eyes.

He hadn’t expected his attainments in the Sword Dao to advance so rapidly.

This was clearly beyond his expectations.

However, given the special nature of the Dream World, combined with his frantic battle against the Third Prince, it all made sense.

High above the clouds, the change in the sky grew even more pronounced.

It was clear that the Great Xuan Dynasty and the Golden Clan were clashing once again in the shadows.

In the end, however, Fang Yang still managed to escape without any further obstruction.

Gradually, the prickly sensation of being watched began to fade.

...

「Tongtian Peak.」

The mountains were verdant and the waters clear, with Immortal Mist lingering in the air.

A silver Flood Dragon let out a triumphant roar as it charged onto the scene.

It was Fang Yang!

In just over a month, Fang Yang had arrived.

His incredible speed defied all convention, far exceeding the expectations of Qing Rushang and Lan Jianxin.

Qing Rushang’s face lit up with joy. "You... you succeeded! And you actually killed the Third Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty!?"

Lan Jianxin shook his head with a light chuckle. "Your abilities run deeper than we ever imagined. It seems that if it weren’t for our junior sister and Sen Yuanyuan, you might have continued to hide your true strength, wouldn’t you?"

Hearing this, Fang Yang fell silent.

’How could that fool Fang Nian possibly possess this kind of power?’

’This is power I, Fang Yang, cultivated myself!’

’If it were just Fang Nian’s own strength, he probably would have gotten stuck back at the trial with Ren Ningning and Jiang Jian, unable to proceed.’

CRASH...

Before Fang Yang could answer, the sound of rushing water began to rise.

His surroundings shattered, the world turned upside down, and his consciousness blurred.

At that moment, Fang Yang’s perspective shifted from first-person to third-person.

The next moment, he found himself standing to the side, observing another possibility.

The sky was pale.

A dead silence hung in the air.

The Third Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty, though heavily wounded, still fell in battle.

But Qing Rushang had collapsed into Fang Nian’s arms, her breath as faint as a silken thread. It was clear she had burned through her own life force.

Qing Rushang smiled gently. "Ah Nian, you must not... feel... burdened. When you go back... you and... Yuanyuan must... live a good... life..."

...

「The real world.」

A little over a month had quietly passed.

In a seclusion chamber on the southeast side of the Divine Light Mirror Mansion Dojo.

This was where Fang Yang had been in secluded cultivation, and where he had entered the dream.

Now, within Fang Yang’s first spiritual aperture, the Black Kun Illusion and the Golden Roc Illusion materialized.

The two chased each other like the Yin Yang Dao Fish, forming a perfect Round Diagram.

Yet, they would separate just before touching.

Even more incredibly, within the Round Diagram they formed, there were faint traces of the Tai Chi Yin Yang Diagram’s visual phenomenon.

Fang Yang was undergoing a transformation!

「Elsewhere.」

In Yu Mansion Master’s seclusion chamber, Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable who had been deep in cultivation, abruptly opened his eyes.

Sub-Venerable Han Wu pulled his thoughts away from his research into the exceedingly shallow Mystical Skills of the Dream Dao.

He looked in Fang Yang’s direction, slightly surprised. ’Ah Yang, has he gained some insight from Lan Jianxin’s relic and triggered an opportunity to perfect the path of the Kun and the Roc?!’

At this thought, even with his many years of experience, the lake of his heart rippled.

With talent like this, it was no wonder so many people believed Fang Yang was on par with his own son, Sen Yue.

"Arise."

With a flick of his finger, a beam of white light shot through the void and formed a halo of light.

He was reinforcing the concealment around Fang Yang’s chamber, preventing his aura from leaking out and protecting him from outside interference.

After doing this, he gave a faint smile, closed his eyes, and resumed his research into the Mystical Skills of the Dream Dao.

Everyone knew that the coming age would be the Era of the Dream Dao.

According to the "Venerable Emperor’s Theory" of the Vast Sea Venerable Emperor, even the legendary Dream Emperor was prophesied to be born in this era.

Therefore, whether it was to prevent the rise of the Dream Emperor or to seek the path to the Immortal Realm...

Sub-Venerable Han Wu felt it was necessary for him to advance with the times and not remain stagnant.

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