Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Gone without a trace, swift as the wind.

Fang Yang soon arrived at his destination.

At this very moment, he stood on a mountain peak, head raised as he gazed at the Dream World.

It was just as he had seen it that day in the training grounds of Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable.

This Dream World truly had the appearance of a Crimson Flood Dragon.

The Crimson Flood Dragon swayed in the void, its massive body moving slowly. With its every move, a torrent of starry embers scattered.

From a distance, it looked as if a giant, fiery cloud was holding it aloft.

'So it seems my Quasi-Mount Tai's strength is truly unfathomable… Is he invincible in this era?'

Fang Yang stood with his hands behind his back, lost in thought.

Thankfully, he had already gained the approval of Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable.

Otherwise, marrying Sen Hui would have been fraught with trouble.

Snapping back to the present, a glint appeared in his eyes.

His fifth Lifebound Divine Technique—the Martial Celestial Eye!

In that instant, the divine light in his eyes turned inward, as if he intended to see through the entire Dream World in the sky.

Dream Worlds were not easy to traverse.

Whether it was a Bloodline Dream Realm or a Star Dream Realm, they were all incredibly difficult.

And this was even more true for the Dream Worlds in the Burying Moon Mountain Dream Cluster.

From what Fang Yang knew, the Saint Dream Realms and Great Saint Dream Realms were particularly complex and convoluted, filled with predicaments.

An ordinary young Great Saint would need at least three to five years to completely clear a single Saint Dream Realm.

That was far too long, to say nothing of a Great Saint Dream Realm.

Take Dongli, for example. When he first entered a Great Saint Dream Realm, he was severely injured and had to recuperate, wasting a significant amount of time that he could have spent cultivating. This allowed Fang Yang to easily surpass him.

And even Muri Guang Huang and Hei Liwu had failed to completely conquer any Saint or Great Saint Dream Realms during their last attempt.

Though, to be fair, they had only been given two years.

In short, successfully clearing a Dream World was by no means an overnight task!

But as for Fang Yang, he wished he could clear it in a single day, a single moment, a single breath.

Only by doing so could he absorb its fortune and strengthen his own foundation.

'My first attempt.'

'I wonder how effective those five Dream Dao skills that Quasi-Mount Tai taught me will be.'

'Perhaps this is a good opportunity to gauge the power of the Dream Emperor's phantom?!'

Fang Yang remained silent, his thoughts racing like lightning.

The next moment, he took a step forward, his body transforming into a streak of sword light that shot into the Dream World shaped like a Crimson Flood Dragon.

A moment later, his figure vanished.

The Crimson Flood Dragon let out a low roar, then slowly coiled its body as if settling into a light sleep.

...

CLANG, CLANG...

After a dizzying spell, Fang Yang's consciousness gradually returned.

The next moment, he decisively activated the five Dream Dao skills taught to him by Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable.

Remnant Sword of Shattered Dreams!

Fading Trail of Dreams!

Dragon Lord's Good Dream!

...

In an instant, the dreamscape before Fang Yang's eyes began to shatter like a broken mirror, dense spiderweb cracks spreading across it.

With this power, he ignored the requirements of the dream's trials and forced his way through.

First layer of the dream, shattered!

Second layer of the dream, shattered!

Third layer of the dream, shattered!

Dream trials that would take others half a year, or even half a lifetime, were thus effortlessly crushed and trampled by Fang Yang.

Such a display was truly terrifying.

From this, it was clear that Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, was no fraud who had deceived the world to gain his reputation!

However, upon reaching the fourth stage, the five Dream Dao skills Han Wu had taught Fang Yang were no longer decisively effective.

At this stage, Fang Yang had to experience it and break through on his own.

'Does this mean I have no other options?'

Fang Yang smiled faintly.

The next moment, the Dream Emperor's phantom buzzed and began to glow.

Immediately, its three main components—the Ruyi Red Gold Sword, the Emperor's Black Robe, and the White Feather Immortal Crown—all began to shine.

Sword Dao and Dream Dao Skill—Sword-Mind Like a Dream, Heart Without Bounds!

Soul Dao and Dream Dao Skill—Nightmare Made Real, the Soul-Devouring Kill!

Dao and Dream Path Skill—Sweet Dream Come True, Fortune's Arrival!

With the three innate skills unleashed at once, Fang Yang felt as if he had divine assistance.

The sound of shattering rose again as he continued to force his way through the trials.

Fourth layer of the dream, shattered!

Fifth layer of the dream, shattered!

Sixth layer of the dream, shattered!

The successive sounds of shattering were like a celestial melody, filling Fang Yang's body and mind with joy.

He was fast-forwarding through the life of the original owner of the Crimson Flood Dragon Dream World, completely from the perspective of a bystander.

The owner of the Dream World was named Ji Dong, an ordinary cultivator from the Great Xuan Dynasty.

He came from a humble background, nothing more than a fisherman.

His rise to power began when he found a Sacred Artifact while fishing.

Furthermore, he was unexpectedly acknowledged as the master of this net-shaped Sacred Artifact.

'A mortal being acknowledged by a Sacred Artifact...' Fang Yang's lips twitched.

Even with his vast experience, he couldn't help but feel a sense of exasperation.

This was just too absurd.

How could a mortal, with not a shred of True Essence, possibly make a Sacred Artifact acknowledge him as its master?

One had to know that even a Young Venerable like Sen Yue, back when he was a Mortal Practitioner, had needed the Wish Power of Ten Thousand People to suppress the Three-Plume Cyan Bottle Sacred Artifact.

And yet, something like this had happened.

'No wonder the wise elders of the clan often say that the rise of every Saint is like the tale of a fated protagonist, not to be underestimated.'

Fang Yang shook his head, gathered his focus, and continued to activate the three Lifebound Skills from his second aperture.

K-K-K-KACHA!

A stuttering sound echoed.

Soon, at the eighth layer of the dream, the three Lifebound Skills from his second aperture began to lose their effect.

They could no longer help Fang Yang fast-forward through the life of the Crimson Flood Dragon Dream World's original owner.

This eighth layer of the dream trial was one Fang Yang had to deal with personally!

Seeing this, Fang Yang became pensive.

He strongly suspected that this was the dream owner's deepest, lingering obsession.

'In that case, I'll go and see just what has Ji Dong so trapped.'

He smiled.

Then, he stopped resisting the pull and allowed himself to step into the dream.

...

After obtaining the Fishing Net Sacred Artifact, Ji Dong's destiny took a major turn.

He had come ashore!

He was no longer a weak fisherman at the mercy of others; he had matured.

During the Enlightenment Ceremony, he even awakened a Grade B Spirit Body—the Crimson Python Spirit Body—making a great name for himself.

From then on, it was smooth sailing. He advanced by leaps and bounds, attracting the attention of famous courtesans and talented women alike.

Even more impressively, he managed to become a disciple of Bailu Academy.

Bailu Academy was a first-rate academy in the Great Xuan Dynasty, second only to the Great Xuan Palace.

In Bailu County, Bailu Academy was an undisputed titan.

Bailu Academy had abundant cultivation resources, but the competition was also fierce.

To secure a better future for himself, Ji Dong went back to sea!

With the help of the Fishing Net Sacred Artifact, he became a legendary fishing fiend.

All sorts of Spirit Fish and Spirit Grass from the seabed were his for the taking.

And to better convert his hauls into strength, he opened a shop.

Who would have thought that because his shop was so successful, it would attract the attention of the third son of Marquis Anqing's Mansion, who seized it through power and force.

Restrained by the immense, objective class divide, Ji Dong was filled with resentment but could only swallow his bitterness and endure the injustice.

But in his heart, he still yearned for revenge, to wash away his past humiliation. It was just that back then, he lacked the power to do so.

Moreover, if not for his status as a student of Bailu Academy, he probably wouldn't have even kept his life.

'Revenge against the third son of Marquis Anqing's Mansion?!'

Fang Yang was lost in thought.

Indeed, Ji Dong's path had been incredibly smooth, always turning misfortune into good fortune.

But then, in an instant, he was struck down by the vast class divide and forced to face the harsh reality of his situation.

Anyone who suffered such a dramatic rise and fall would find it impossible to remain unaffected.

If such a person did exist, they would truly be a legendary, heaven-born saint.

Night fell.

The sparse stars dotted the lonely night sky.

Fang Yang, now in a small cabin in the woods, silently took stock of this new body and its equipment.

Instantly, he felt how troublesome the situation was.

How was a mere Tier Three Peak cultivator supposed to get revenge on a marquis's son?

He would need a Cultivation Realm of at least Tier Five Elementary!

But didn't that mean he would have to spend a period of time lying low, quietly cultivating and raising his strength?!

WHOOSH, WHOOSH...

Just as Fang Yang was pondering what kind of Demon Dao methods he could use to raise his cultivation, the Dream Emperor's phantom once again burst with divine light and exerted its power.

A moment later, the state of Fang Yang's current body was completely refreshed.

Tier Five Advanced!

Kunpeng Spirit Body!

It was a near one-to-one replication of his state in the real world!

'Terrifyingly powerful...'

A smile appeared on Fang Yang's face, his heart filled with emotion.

He then threw on a set of night clothes, pushed open the wooden door, and headed straight for the Cang River.

Lately, the Cang River had been filled with pleasure boats and their courtesans.

And that third son of Marquis Anqing's Mansion was said to never leave the boats, spending his days and nights in revelry.

'Hmph. To think that kind of scum would take the Yuan Stones that others risked their lives at sea to earn—a near-death struggle every time—and use them to carouse and squander away.'

'He's practically begging to be killed!'

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