Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 363: Chapter 355: Butterfly Shadow Nightmare

The Great Sun Dragon Lady—just who was she?

The exalted living daughter of the Vast Sea Venerable Emperor, a primogenitor of the Great Xuan Dynasty, the inheritor of the Great Sun lineage...

She held countless such grand titles.

Putting aside all else, the simple fact that she was still alive was a legendary feat in itself.

Today, she was an undisputed Young Venerable, the chosen one of the Hong Realm, invulnerable to all skills and blessed with boundless fortune!

Across the vast Eight Domains, only a single person could be considered her equal: Sen Yue.

Yet at this very moment, this nearly omniscient and omnipotent Great Sun Dragon Lady had actually misjudged Fang Yang.

Her aura of invincibility had proven completely ineffective in the Domain of Heaven, in the Dream Worlds of Burying Moon Mountain!?

In this instance, when it came to Fang Yang, she had stumbled badly!

The implications were simply staggering.

A gentle breeze drifted in from outside.

Silence fell over the Monarch’s Camp.

The White Tiger Demon Lord’s eyes glinted, his thoughts running deep.

The next moment, he let out a cold sneer.

"Heh. When all is said and done, isn’t it possible this whole situation was orchestrated by someone for their own selfish gain?"

"What? You’re all glaring at me. Did I say something wrong?"

"If I’m wrong, then how did Fang Yang manage to turn the tables and seize the advantage?

"And how are we supposed to take our territory back?"

Whether he was trying to shift the blame or angle for greater benefits, the White Tiger Demon Lord’s words were a veiled attack on Qi Xuanxian.

Every word he spoke was laced with complaints directed at the Great Sun Dragon Lady.

With the White Tiger Demon Lord leading the charge, Zhong Zunyang immediately followed suit, aiming sarcastic barbs at Qi Xuanxian and the Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

To Qi Xuanxian, such taunts were like a gentle breeze; they meant nothing.

But to the Seventh Prince, it was a grave act of insubordination.

The Seventh Prince sneered. "A crippled kitten and a crumbling mud pile dare to comment on matters of state? How laughable. Do you not know your own measure?"

"What did you say?!" The White Tiger Demon Lord shot to his feet, his gaze murderous.

He hated it most when people brought up the fact that he had taken nearly a hundred wives and concubines.

BOOM!

A powerful gust of wind erupted, surging in all directions.

The tension between the two sides was palpable, as if they would come to blows at the slightest provocation.

This turn of events made the top prodigies from the Jile Demon Sect and the Ten Thousand Flames Hall frown.

’We were supposed to be dealing with Fang Yang. How did this turn into infighting? What a mess.’

"Everyone, calm down." The one who spoke was named Xiao Sanxuan.

Xiao Sanxuan was the third-ranked disciple of the Ten Thousand Flames Hall. His mastery of Fire Skills was terrifyingly profound, and he was a young Great Saint renowned for his combat prowess.

The Ten Thousand Flames Hall was the orthodox lineage founded by the Ten Thousand Flames Saint Venerable.

The Ten Thousand Flames Saint Venerable was one of the three ancient Saint Venerables, having attained his status through the Fire Dao School.

Furthermore, due to certain little-known deeds, the Ten Thousand Flames Saint Venerable was also known as... the Ten Thousand Souls Origin Demon!

His era came after those of the Thunder Saint Venerable and the Earth Saint Venerable, but before the Jile Demon Venerable.

Xiao Sanxuan’s arrival this time was specifically to counter Fang Yang’s prowess in both the Fire Dao and Soul Dao schools.

...

「Eastern part of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Emperor’s Dream Realm Mountain Range.」

A great army was arrayed, numbering in the tens of thousands.

Layer upon layer of Arrays were embedded into the landscape, transforming the area into a fortress, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The very core of this military encampment was, without a doubt, the Monarch’s Camp where Fang Yang resided.

At that moment, Su Xi, Ling He, Jiuming, and many other prodigies were leaving the Monarch’s Camp to return to their respective stations.

An army cannot move without provisions.

Fang Yang had just finished assigning them numerous tasks.

They had originally assumed that Fang Yang, being inexperienced in worldly affairs, would require their assistance.

To their surprise, however, Fang Yang had been able to delegate every task perfectly, making almost no mistakes.

’Fang Yang is skilled in both strategy and combat,’ Su Xi thought, her eyes gradually brightening.

As this thought crossed her mind, a look of astonishment appeared on her beautiful face.

’Fang Yang isn’t just capable—he’s exceptionally so.’

At that moment, she began to compare Fang Yang to the people she knew best.

’He far surpasses Chen Chenye. In fact, he’s on a completely different level.’

’Not only that, but his methods are nearly on par with my own brother’s.’

’A person like that is truly exceptional. No wonder Chen Ying can’t get him out of her mind...’

Su Xi’s mind was filled with thoughts.

But she didn’t slow her pace, quickly heading off toward her station.

A streak of light flashed through the void.

It was followed by another, and then another.

’The livelihood of a million men... too big to fail?’ The strange thought occurred to Fang Yang.

Fang Yang watched them leave with a placid expression.

He had once spent an incredibly long time lying low in the Star Dream Realm.

During that time, he had helped Yu Qianshuang reach the pinnacle, handling countless affairs along the way.

It was only natural that he could handle all sorts of administrative and political affairs with ease.

After all, while he might appear to be a young man of twenty-eight, if you factored in his experiences in the dream realm, it was a different story entirely.

...

「Two days later.」

「Monarch’s Camp.」

Fang Yang was inside, cultivating in seclusion and silently increasing his strength.

In his second aperture, the Imperial Black Robe worn by the phantasmal Dream Emperor began to glow faintly.

At that moment, Fang Yang opened his eyes, a thoughtful look on his face.

’An auspicious omen... If I let nature take its course, a Tier Five opportunity will present itself...’

At this thought, a light flashed in his eyes.

He then rose to his feet and, following a subtle call, strode slowly outside.

Night fell, and the stars were sparse and distant.

The great Arrays lit up one after another, tracing various patterns against the darkness.

The eastern mountain range of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Emperor’s Dream Realm was filled with numerous peaks and dense forests.

As Fang Yang walked upon the earth, a crimson-purple mist coiled around him, obscuring his surroundings.

His steps were steady and powerful. He soon left the encampment behind and arrived at the summit of a mountain.

"HUM..."

"HUMMM..."

It was a sound like the flapping of a butterfly’s wings.

A streak of gray-white, treasured light appeared in the sky, flitting about with the lively grace of a butterfly dancing through a field of flowers.

The next moment, Fang Yang reached a hand toward the sky, and the Imperial Black Robe within his second aperture glowed once more.

In response, the gray-white light descended and flowed into his hand.

Butterfly Shadow Nightmare

From the outside, the Butterfly Shadow Nightmare resembled a delicate and beautiful butterfly, as if dusted with pollen.

But gazing upon it would stir the deepest fears in one’s heart and magnify them.

It was an extremely rare Tier Five Spiritual Object of the Dream Dao school.

At this moment, the Dream Emperor phantom within Fang Yang’s second aperture grew active. The Imperial Black Robe, in particular, seemed to radiate a sense of hunger.

The Imperial Black Robe was the physical manifestation of a technique called "Dream Come True, Fortune Bestowed."

This technique involved not only the Dream Dao school but also the Luck Dao school.

’Refine it.’

With a single thought from Fang Yang, the Butterfly Shadow Nightmare in his hand dissolved into a stream of light and flowed into his second aperture.

A moment later, his consciousness drifted.

The Imperial Black Robe stirred, converting misfortune into a waking nightmare.

The deepest anxieties in his heart were dredged up and brought to the forefront.

He saw the Great Sun Dragon Lady, casting aside all honor, bent on mutual destruction as she appeared on this very dream battlefield to obliterate him.

He even saw Sen Yue appear on the battlefield, but he too had come to obliterate him, all to ensure his own status remained absolutely supreme.

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