Chapter 401: Chapter 392: A Living Legend
The real world.
The Third Monarch’s Command Tent.
Inside the command tent, it was pitch-black, save for the faint, flickering embers of golden flames.
At this moment, Fang Yang’s eyes were closed as he reclined on the monarch’s throne.
The next moment, with a low hum, the True Essence Sea in his first aperture was no longer as placid as a mirror-like lake.
SPLASH...
Like a great river churning with massive waves, torrents of True Essence surged, crashing against the phantom of the Three-legged Crow.
The phantom of the Three-legged Crow trembled, frantically absorbing the True Essence as its entire body burst forth with divine light.
Its form was covered in a dense network of Fire and Sword Dao Runes, causing it to constantly transform and emit a terrifyingly powerful aura.
In an instant, the dim command tent was illuminated by a blazing firelight that shot straight through the Array, becoming visible outside.
BOOM!
Outside the tent, it was as if a thunderstorm had erupted.
Immediately, crimson fire-feathers filled the sky. Each feather was over ten meters long, like a colossal spear, scattering across the horizon in a soul-stirring display.
Not only that, but every sword in the vicinity began to hum and tremble, straining to leap from their sheaths and fly into the air to form a river of blades.
"Hiss~"
The Mountain Hermit appeared.
He drew in a sharp breath and hastily began to form hand seals for a technique.
In mid-air, a black light surged forth, rushing endlessly toward the sky like a massive, dark curtain that barely managed to conceal the celestial phenomenon.
At this moment, a divine light flickered in his eyes, his face a mask of shock and uncertainty.
He knew Fang Yang was in seclusion, but judging by this celestial display, Fang Yang’s methods were truly astonishing.
Fortunately, he had rushed over and just managed to obscure the heavenly secrets of this area, preventing outsiders from prying.
"The storm is coming..." The Mountain Hermit wiped the cold sweat from his brow, his heart sinking.
Not long ago, Su Xi had come to report that beings like the White Tiger Demon Lord and the Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty were making strange moves, plotting something in the shadows.
And now, seeing Fang Yang cultivating a new Divine Technique, it was clear he must have anticipated something to be making such urgent preparations.
...
The Changkong Clan.
The Fang Clan’s ancestral hall.
Incense burned ceaselessly in the ancestral hall, its white smoke spiraling upward. Numerous Divine Tablets were shrouded in the mist, their honorary titles and names obscured.
Beneath the rows of Divine Tablets stood a bronze statue that glowed with a remarkable, divine quality.
This bronze statue was in the shape of a Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow. It was the size of a millstone and astonishingly lifelike, radiating a fierce aura potent enough to make a crying child fall silent—truly worthy of its name as a primordial demonic bird.
"Right, why do we have to worship it, too?"
At that moment, Fang Lanxi gazed curiously at the statue of the Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow.
She turned to look back at the Virtuous Elder, her face full of confusion.
The other disciples of the Fang Clan also looked up, their hearts filled with the same question.
They knew they were supposed to pay respects to their ancestors and sages, but why did they also have to worship this statue of a Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow?
If the Virtuous Elder hadn’t brought it up, they would never have even considered it, simply following tradition and offering their respects.
Meeting the gazes of the many disciples, the Virtuous Elder’s eyes crinkled into a smile. He stroked his graying beard and said:
"Heh heh."
"This statue has a grand history, one connected to the Yue Sheng Ancestor."
"It is not merely a statue. It was forged from a real Heaven-Swallowing Sparrow..."
As the Virtuous Elder spoke, the expressions of Fang Lanxi and the others turned solemn, and they all began to listen intently.
The Yue Sheng Ancestor was the most powerful ancestor of the Fang Clan, and his deeds inspired every one of his descendants.
Finally, the Virtuous Elder’s face filled with anticipation as he said:
"Of course, as time flows on, all things wither and decay."
"This particular statue isn’t the one personally forged by the Yue Sheng Ancestor; it’s just a replica made by us, his successors."
"However, because of it, the Great Elder ’Fang Yuanshan’ was able to have his true name passed down and recorded in the clan’s genealogy."
"Heh heh, I just hope I can be like Great Elder Fang Yuanshan."
"I’m not asking for much, just a brief mention in Ah Yang’s biography will be enough..."
With that, he finished speaking.
The Virtuous Elder looked as though he had much more to say.
For someone like him, approaching the end of his life, all he sought was a name that would live on after him.
"Huh?"
Hearing this, Fang Lanxi was bewildered.
But in the next moment, her head snapped up.
It was because she suddenly remembered her ’cousin’ Fang Yang, and all the incredible achievements he had made.
First Martial King!
Young Great Saint!
Kunpeng Ancestor!
The expression on her face changed dramatically, filled with astonishment.
’So, my cousin is already a living legend in the eyes of ordinary people!?’
...
...
The Star Dream Realm.
Fang Yang had to fight the War of Xuan Yu, become the Monarch of the Long Sky, and claim the Hundred-Year Celestial Mandate.
He had already condensed the Great Sun Golden Crow Spirit Body and was just one step away from forming the Great Sun Golden Crow Sacred Body.
「That day.」
The morning sun broke through the dawn, its rays piercing the clouds to illuminate the steep mountain ranges below.
Within those ranges, soldiers covered the mountains and plains as far as the eye could see.
And in the sky above, tens of thousands of densely packed warships hovered.
This was an incredibly vast force. Once mobilized, it could easily destroy any Silver or Bronze Tribe.
If led by a Saint, it could even obliterate a Saint’s entire lineage with ease.
This was the army of the Fang Clan!
"WHOOSH~"
A great wind swept past, roaring and howling.
Everyone’s gaze, as if by unspoken agreement, turned toward the heavens.
In the sky, a torrent of golden light surged in all directions, replacing the azure heavens and blanketing the world, becoming the only source of light.
At its center was a massive ’Golden Crow Palace’.
The master of the palace was none other than "Fang Yuesheng."
"How magnificent." Fang Yuedong took a deep breath, looking up with a face full of envy.
"This is how a true man should be." Flames burned fiercely in Fang Yueze’s eyes, and his heart felt as if it were being pricked by scorpions, an unbearable, fiery sensation.
"Strong soldiers, valiant generals, Flying Boats and warships, the center of all attention..." Fang Anran’s lips curved into a bitter smile as she felt a profound sense of powerlessness.
A scene like this was something she had dreamed of her entire life.
In the end, however, she had been defeated at the most crucial step.
Before that man, who was like a Divine King of the Golden Crows, she couldn’t even take a single step forward. How could one not feel despair in the face of that?
At this moment, all three of them had submitted to Fang Yang.
It was not just them; the entire army accumulated by the Fang Clan was about to follow Fang Yang into battle.
"DONG!—DONG!—DONG DONG!"
The earth-shaking beat of war drums thundered out, like the roar of a Fearless Lion, trembling the world in all directions.
In an instant, banners swayed and were waved forward.
Under Fang Yang’s will, the grand army began its march, like a host of celestial soldiers and generals on the move.
...
Fang Yang stood within the Golden Crow Palace, his hands clasped behind his back.
He looked down, surveying the entire army.
His gaze was profound as a thought crossed his mind: ’Seeing the grand from the minute, the Fang Clan’s philosophy of governance is almost the complete opposite of the Sen Clan’s.’
The Sen Clan’s way is to accumulate steadily, building their might over nine generations.
They ensure an extremely high baseline, waiting for a Young Venerable to emerge who can then strive for the position of a true Venerable.
The Fang Clan, on the other hand, is constantly aggressive, crazily leveraging up, and going all-in the moment they find an opportunity.
These are two different philosophies that have created completely different futures.
But judging from the real world, at the final step, the Fang Clan’s great gamble failed.
Of course, history is written by the victors.
If Fang Yuesheng had won it all, then everything would be different!
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