Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

The real world.

Golden Giant Cauldron, Great Sage Dream Realm.

The White Tiger Demon Lord had volunteered to lie in wait in the surrounding area for Fang Yang's arrival.

But unexpectedly, the White Tiger Demon Lord wasn't actually putting much thought into the ambush.

Even the Array he was supposed to set up according to Qi Xuanxian's instructions was just something he went through the motions of deploying.

He had no intention of spending any extra effort to construct a grand Array.

His current behavior was a stark contrast to the eagerness he had shown when he first volunteered for the mission.

Right now, he was focusing his main efforts on cultivating the arts of the Dream Dao.

He was the White Tiger of this era, the master responsible for the revival of his lineage, and he was blessed with great fortune.

Naturally, he was highly regarded by the Red Flame Demon Country.

As a result, he had obtained the legacy of three types of Dream Dao Magic.

...

While the White Tiger Demon Lord was meditating, his subordinate came to report.

His subordinate said, "My lord, we're just going through the motions here. What if Fang Yang really shows up? What will we do then?"

The White Tiger Demon Lord's gaze turned frigid as he stared ominously at his subordinate.

"You actually want to run into Fang Yang? If we encounter him, we'll naturally run as fast as we can."

If this grand Array didn't have the effect of delaying him, the White Tiger Demon Lord wouldn't have even bothered to set it up.

He wasn't some naive fledgling who knew nothing.

In that strange dream he had experienced, why was it that out of all the demon soldiers and dao soldiers, he was the only one who returned safely?

Besides being lucky enough, his cautious nature was also indispensable.

Having experienced that peculiar Dream World, he was keenly aware of how terrifying a lineage's Primordial Ancestor could be.

Especially the Kunpeng, a forbidden creature that was suspected to have come from the Immortal Realm!

...

The Cangtian Crane Dream World.

Ever since Fang Yang declared his slogan, "Purge the traitors and restore the rightful rule," the world had been turned upside down.

The most obvious change was that his subordinates, one and all, seemed to have received a "peerless blessing," and the effects were extraordinary.

Simply put, the scholars became more brilliant, and the warriors became more valiant.

The combat power of their grand army truly grew stronger with every battle.

Moreover, when other lords hastily raised armies, they usually flew all sorts of glorious banners to boost their troops' morale.

But when Fang Yang raised his army, he brought an Ancient Wood Coffin, showing his resolve to only advance and never retreat, sharing in both fortune and adversity with his men!

With such determination, Fang Yang set out from the Taikang Mountain Range, leading his grand army in a counter-assault on the royal capital.

Along the way, they crossed five commanderies, three rivers, and a great grassland.

The journey had been anything but easy.

At first, they were constrained by a lack of supplies.

But as the flames of war spread, these problems gradually disappeared.

For one, Fang Yang was using war to sustain war.

For another, the Governors knew this was an internal war among the royal family and were unwilling to risk their lives over it.

Eventually, under the shocked gazes of everyone in the Xuanyuan Country, Fang Yang actually arrived before the royal capital with a million armored soldiers.

That day, even the great sun in the sky seemed to dim in comparison.

Between heaven and earth, there was only one sun: Fang Yang!

"The Fourth Prince actually fought his way back..."

"Unbelievable. He managed to find a path to survival from a dead end."

"Heh, Taizong is in trouble now..."

A hush fell over the walls of the royal capital.

But people's minds were already racing.

It was all because the events of the past three months had been too bizarre.

No one had expected that the Fourth Prince would actually fight his way back to the royal capital and lay siege to the city.

...

"Tengguang..."

Xuanyuan Taizong's eyes were practically splitting with rage.

Raise an army for a thousand days, use it for a single moment.

He clearly hadn't expected to be so unpopular.

Before he could even train an elite force, those Governors and nobles had actually allowed "Bo Tengguang" to pass through their lands and march directly here.

At this moment, he had no choice but to lead his troops out to battle.

BOOM!

RUMBLE!

On the battlefield, the war drums thundered like roaring thunder.

The two great armies poured forth, clashing one after another.

In terms of sheer numbers, Xuanyuan Taizong was definitely no match for Fang Yang's side.

Thus, Xuanyuan Taizong made a swift decision, adopting the strategy of "capturing the king to defeat the bandits."

Soldier against soldier, general against general.

And... king against king!

He actually risked it all, charging into the enemy formation.

"SCREEE!"

The Cangtian Crane Dharma Aspect spread its wings and shrieked at the sky.

Xuanyuan Taizong swung a black iron staff and charged straight for Fang Yang.

His power seemed capable of shattering the heavens. He shimmered with a white glow, and every swing of his staff stirred up a hurricane, forcing the surrounding generals to retreat.

"..." Fang Yang's gaze was calm.

The next moment, the lid of the Ancient Wood Coffin was sent flying high into the sky.

At the same time, Fang Yang strode forward with the gait of a dragon and the prowl of a tiger.

The Cangtian Crane Dharma Aspect behind him also flapped its wings and cried out.

His steps were terrifying, like the divine rhythm of the Great Dao. Each footfall struck panic into people's hearts.

The sound of his steps in that instant seemed to ripple across a thousand years.

He was getting closer.

The distance between them shrank rapidly.

With a tremendous BANG, the two Cangtian Crane Dharma Aspects lunged at each other, becoming entangled.

The sky rippled with dazzling light as an endless, violent wind suddenly kicked up.

At this moment, everyone on the battlefield was focused on the battle between the two kings.

...

Under the brilliant light, Fang Yang strode forward.

Meanwhile, Xuanyuan Taizong's body was sent flying backward, a bloody, crane-pecked hole in his forehead.

With a loud CRASH, Xuanyuan Taizong's rigid body slammed into the open coffin.

Immediately after, the coffin lid that had been thrown into the air came down.

In the end, it sealed shut without a single gap, and Xuanyuan Taizong's figure could no longer be seen.

Fang Yang had knocked Xuanyuan Taizong straight into the coffin!

RUMBLE—

This scene left everyone standing in stunned silence.

Even the utterly chaotic battlefield was forced to a standstill.

At this moment, everyone watched as Fang Yang ascended step by step, heading straight into the royal capital.

Purge the traitors and restore the rightful rule.

He had actually managed to fulfill his slogan!?

...

Under the gazes of the masses.

Fang Yang's expression was calm, his steps steady.

The Cangtian Crane Dharma Aspect behind him grew increasingly bright, like the descent of the great sun.

At this moment, everyone simultaneously dropped their weapons and knelt before him in worship.

"CRACK—"

Faintly, Fang Yang felt as if he heard something solidifying within his heart.

His eyes brightened, and a hint of joy appeared in his heart.

'The Destiny Dao school... ordinary-level attainment!'

...

「The real world.」

「Five days had passed.」

Early that morning, as soon as Fang Yang regained consciousness, he quietly withdrew from the domain of the Cangtian Crane Dream World.

And above the True Essence Sea in his second aperture, a small Cangtian Crane materialized.

This time, the dreamlike ball of light in the Dream Emperor's phantom hand erupted with the most brilliant silvery-white radiance in the area.

The silvery-white light surged upward, washing over the Cangtian Crane like a river.

The next moment, a vast wave of origin energy surged up from the second aperture, circulated throughout his body, and even transferred to his first aperture.

The first to change was his second aperture.

Tier Four Middle! Tier Four High! Tier Four Peak!

The cultivation of his second aperture shot directly to Tier Four Peak.

Not only that, but the dreamlike white light had also fully solidified.

This dreamlike white light resembled a Platinum Rubik's Cube, gathering the dao rhymes of the Dream Dao and the Wisdom Dao around it.

It wasn't a form of Magic that acted directly on the Dream World.

On the contrary, activating it would cause Fang Yang to fall into a state of sleep.

In a trance, Fang Yang would arrive in a mysterious Platinum Space.

Within this space, Fang Yang could deduce and simulate all things in the world, as long as he had sufficient True Essence.

Although this innate Magic couldn't be used directly in combat, it was clearly an incredibly terrifying spell.

This was because it could help Fang Yang anticipate his enemies' moves and prepare countless countermeasures.

Its name was "Myriad Dreams Return to One."

'The ability to deduce and simulate...'

Fang Yang's eyes brightened with joy.

At this moment, he thought of another way to develop this Magic.

That was: to record an opponent's abilities and then simulate a battle against them.

The drawback, however, was that there was no guarantee the techniques an opponent displayed were all the techniques they possessed.

But no matter how he looked at it, this simulation offered a substantial margin for error.

It was almost like having someone with him at all times, sparring with him and testing his combat methods.

...

Besides the great changes in his second aperture, his first aperture had also made some progress.

Fang Yang could clearly sense that the eye portion of the Kunpeng phantom had directly reached 68% completion.

'Fast. Too fast.'

A cultivation speed like this would scare anyone to death if they heard about it.

In less than half a month, the refinement progress had gone from 56% to 61%, and finally to 68%.

A path that would take an ordinary young Great Saint five or six years to walk, he had completed in just half a month.

How could such progress not fill his heart with joy?

With one more, or at most two more, Saint-level dream realms, he would surely be able to reach the Tier Five Peak realm.

At this moment, he felt incredibly refreshed and satisfied.

The heavy pressure that had once weighed on him was gradually receding.

'Tier Five Peak, the Kunpeng Saint Body... I'm coming!'

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