Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 352: Chapter 344: Thunder Dao Grandmaster

The Seven-Star Pagoda was a legacy Sacred Artifact.

Its design was largely inspired by the Thunder Saint Venerable’s Heaven-Reaching Pagoda.

Within the Heaven-Reaching Pagoda were eighty-one wondrous realms, providing trials for the youths of the Golden Clan and rewarding them with treasures.

The same was true for the Seven-Star Pagoda.

However, this was a legacy Sacred Artifact created specifically for the disciples of the Sen clan, containing the legacies of several Saints.

Of course, it also served another special purpose: to judge a challenger’s standard of strength against others in the same realm.

Fang Yang already knew all of this.

The Seven-Star Pagoda.

First Level.

Night had fallen, and the stars shone with brilliant light.

The moment Fang Yang stepped inside, he saw a slender man in a cyan robe.

The cyan-robed man was an imprint formed from a Sen clan disciple, his cultivation realm identical to Fang Yang’s.

Furthermore, Fang Yang could tell with a single glance that this imprint’s strength was not even at the level of a Young Saint.

SHIING!

Facing such an opponent, Fang Yang simply raised his eyes.

In an instant, his gaze shot out like a sword.

The sword of light pierced through the cyan-robed man’s head, killing him on the spot. He dissolved into cyan light and vanished.

The next moment, a rumbling sound echoed, like the howl of a wolf.

Before long, a staircase leading to the second level materialized before Fang Yang.

Fang Yang stepped forward, and in the span of a single breath, he arrived on the second level.

The guardian of the second level was an armored warrior.

He was powerfully built with a domineering aura, but he was still only at the Tier Five Middle realm.

’A Young Saint...’

Fang Yang assessed with a single glance.

He lightly flicked his Ten Thousand Years Peach Wood Sword. The blade hummed like the cry of a flood dragon, and in a single move, it shredded the armored warrior to smithereens.

Immediately, the staircase to the third level gradually appeared before him.

He was far, far too strong.

The only opponents who could be mentioned in the same breath as him were the likes of Dongli, Sen Wei, and their peers.

Every one of them was a Young Great Saint, a dragon among men.

Thus, against anyone in the same realm, Fang Yang could truly dominate all comers!

RUSTLE...

The moment Fang Yang arrived on the third level, he was confronted by the phantom of a willow tree that blotted out the sky.

Beneath the phantom willow, a woman as beautiful as a flower stood quietly.

Looking at her, Fang Yang was inexplicably reminded of Saint Fan Liu.

But Fang Yang knew this was not Saint Fan Liu; it was just that Saint Fan Liu had walked the same path as this woman.

This time, Fang Yang had to expend a bit more effort, but he still won with ease.

It had all happened in less than half a quarter-hour.

The Seven-Star Pagoda rumbled again and again, flaring with brilliant light.

Even Mrs. Sen, Sen Yuanyuan, Sen Suiliu, and the others outside the pagoda could sense Fang Yang’s incredible power.

At this moment, Fang Yang was truly an unstoppable force, his aura surging with power.

His speed in clearing the levels was like a sharp sword piercing straight into Mrs. Sen’s heart.

Mrs. Sen lowered her gaze, deep in thought.

Finally, her fingers moved lightly beneath her sleeves, forming a Magic Seal.

She intended to activate the Great Saint imprint left by Sen Hao, and even the remnant imprint of her son, Han Wu.

Sen Hao, a member of Longevity Heaven and one of the legendary Great Saints.

Han Wu, a man comparable to the Thunder Ancestor, who had forged his own invincible path.

Although limited by its own tier, the Seven-Star Pagoda could only roughly inscribe a partial imprint of Han Wu; it could not fully reproduce his true might.

Undoubtedly, Mrs. Sen was raising the difficulty for Fang Yang to the highest possible level.

She was determined to pave the way for her daughter, Sen Yuanyuan!

The Seven-Star Pagoda.

Fourth Level.

ROAR—

The moment Fang Yang arrived, he heard a peculiar roar.

He followed the sound with his gaze, his eyes narrowing as a sharp glint flashed within them.

In the distant sky, an extremely brilliant, eerie cyan flame erupted, sending up massive plumes of white smoke.

Suddenly, a massive Dharma Aspect emerged.

Its head resembled that of a wolf, but it was crowned with a pair of enormous, ancient, gray ox horns, and it exuded a brutal aura.

Its body was covered in hard, chilling cyan scales that shimmered like cyan gold. Long, blood-red fur sprouted from the gaps between them.

From its back grew nine tails. The tip of each tail ended in a small, snake-like Fierce Beast head, savage and terrifying to behold.

A Nine Netherworld Prison Dog!

A bloodline descendant of the world-ending beast, the Nine Netherworld Lion!

’A Nine Netherworld Prison Dog Dharma Aspect... Sen You...’

For some reason, Fang Yang was reminded of Sen You.

When they were younger, Sen You had been at odds with him, but their enmity had eventually faded.

But the scene of Sen You unleashing his Dharma Aspect to kill a demon cultivator that day was still deeply ingrained in his memory.

And so, Fang Yang began to grow excited.

BOOM!

Wielding the Crimson Purple Battle Lance, Fang Yang shot into the air.

The Carp Eagle phantom behind him beat its wings and soared, its power lashing out in all directions.

In that instant, a Fire Realm manifested and a sea of lightning erupted. This power constantly poured into the Carp Eagle phantom, causing it to solidify as its presence surged. It then dove, cloaked in a vast ocean of lightning and fire.

The guardian, in turn, controlled the Nine Netherworld Prison Dog. It charged forward, its nine snake-headed tails aimed at the Carp Eagle phantom. All nine heads opened their mouths in unison, spewing forth a divine, nine-colored light.

BOOM—

A massive shockwave erupted.

Fang Yang laughed heartily and charged forward.

「Half a quarter-hour later.」

The staircase to the fifth level materialized before him.

...

Fifth Level of the Seven-Star Pagoda.

Majestic mountains towered over the landscape, where giant trees soared and ancient trunks seemed to hold up the very heavens. It was a lush, precipitous mountain range.

’Sen Wei?!’ Fang Yang’s pupils contracted sharply.

Before him stood a massive Ancient Cyan Lotus Dharma Aspect.

In the void, a colossal Cyan Lotus, so large it seemed to reach the heavens above and plunge into the Nine Netherworld below, swayed gently. An endless Cyan Aura and divine mist rained down from it, carrying a murderous intent.

It seemed to span the ends of heaven and earth, boundlessly vast. It reached up into Chaos and pressed down upon the Nine Netherworld, its height an unknowable number of miles.

The spectacle was utterly astonishing, a soul-shaking sight.

But what truly stunned Fang Yang was the white-robed figure standing before it.

It was the figure of a woman with peerless grace.

Her white robes billowed, her beauty so profound it seemed almost illusory.

She twirled a pale lotus leaf in her fingers, gazed in Fang Yang’s direction, and then gave a faint, detached smile.

An imprint of a Young Great Saint!

The Ancient Cyan Lotus Dharma Aspect!

This was a formidable opponent who, like Sen Wei, possessed the Cyan Lotus Saint Body. Her appearance was also incredibly transcendent, but she was even colder than Sen Wei.

Looking at her, Fang Yang trembled all over—not with fear, but with excitement.

Fang Yang knew this wasn’t Sen Wei, but in a way, she was the next best thing.

SHIING—

SHIING—

The two figures drew their longswords simultaneously and charged forward.

Far above them, their respective Dharma Aspect phantoms also clashed, filling the sky with dazzling light.

’Exhilarating! Absolutely exhilarating!’

’This is a different kind of joy altogether~’

A faint smile touched Fang Yang’s lips.

After all, it was just an imprint, and therefore somewhat rigid in its actions.

If the real Sen Wei were here, Fang Yang was confident he could still win, but it would most likely be a narrow victory.

As it was, however, he had the Cyan Lotus imprint completely suppressed.

No matter how profound the Great Divine Technique, the *Cyan Lotus Sword Song*, was, it was powerless against Fang Yang.

Finally, after a fierce battle, Fang Yang emerged victorious!

SHIMMER...

The staircase to the sixth level appeared.

But Fang Yang did not immediately step forward.

He closed his eyes, sensing the activity of his Thunder Carp phantom.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curved upward as a feeling of pure joy washed over him.

’Thunder Dao Grandmaster!’

Following his mastery of the Fire Dao, he had now reached the Grandmaster level in another discipline.

Such a rate of transformation was simply terrifying.

As expected, intense life-and-death battles were the best way to force out a prodigy’s latent potential.

A prodigy that survives, of course.

At the same time, Fang Yang couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer depth of the Sen clan’s heritage.

This became clear when one looked at his own Fang Clan.

Apart from the two common Tier Six paths used by the Changkong tribe, the Fang Clan only had Fang Nian’s Tier Seven Carp Eagle path.

Perhaps in the future, his own Kun-Peng lineage would be added to that list.

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