Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 406: Chapter 397: Moving Forward with a Heavy Burden

"The Monarch has replied!"

Inside the vice-commander’s tent, an array rumbled, and a nine-colored glow began to rise.

Following it was an enchanted scroll, glowing with a reddish-purple divine light.

Watched by Jiuming and Ling He, Su Xi beckoned with her hand and grasped the enchanted scroll.

A stunning light flashed in Su Xi’s eyes. "Open," she commanded.

A multi-colored butterfly flew from in front of her, fluttering toward the enchanted scroll.

The enchanted scroll trembled. With a heavy, cracking sound, it began to unseal.

This communication channel was a secret method of contact between Fang Yang and Su Xi, used to transmit important intelligence.

It was precisely because of this channel that Su Xi’s position as vice-commander was so secure.

「A moment later.」

After reading the intelligence, Su Xi shook her head slightly. "The Monarch has denied the request. He says you are to stand down."

As she finished speaking, the enchanted scroll fully unrolled. The characters floated out into the void, displaying their originator’s domineering aura.

"Denied..." Jiuming mused. The scabbard at his waist buzzed incessantly, its sword-song ringing sharp and piercing, its keen edge impossible to contain.

’Honestly, I considered that Fang Yang might deny it, but I never thought his refusal would be this absolute.’

’Not even sending an elite squad to probe their defenses?’

In the end, however, he simply nodded, suppressing all the emotions in his heart.

He knew Fang Yang must have his reasons for doing this.

And judging from past events, every decision Fang Yang had ever made had been the correct one.

"In that case, Jiuming, we’ll just have to be patient," Ling He said solemnly.

Jiuming had absolute faith in Fang Yang, and Ling He was no different.

In fact, even more than the sharp-edged Jiuming, Ling He was able to appreciate the terrifying brilliance of Fang Yang’s strategies.

"Alright, you are both dismissed for now. Guard your designated camp areas." Su Xi rose to her full height, her eyes glittering with a radiance that could outshine the sun and moon.

She was indeed Fang Yang’s subordinate, his subject.

’But I also have my own will, my own ambitions.’

’I will rely on Fang Yang for now, but I firmly believe I will gradually grow until I can finally stand as his equal.’

...

...

「The next day.」

The "In Seclusion" sign was once again hung outside the Third Monarch’s tent.

Once again, Fang Yang slipped out, heading into the wilds.

He was now at Tier Five Peak, possessing both a Kunpeng Dharma Aspect and a Golden Crow Dharma Aspect.

If it weren’t for the presence of Sen Yue and the Great Sun Dragon Lady, he would be nearly invincible here.

And with the Dream Emperor’s phantom from his second aperture, he had enough confidence to face even Sen Yue and the Great Sun Dragon Lady.

’Should I continue on to those three Great Sage Dream Realms, or the six Saint Dream Realms?’

Fang Yang shook his head; he had no intention of doing so.

Before entering the Burying Moon Mountain World Dream Cluster battlefield, the Han Wu Sub-Venerable had pointed him toward a clear path.

But now, due to the strengthening of the Dream Emperor’s phantom, he no longer planned to follow that path.

If he did, the pattern of the Dream Worlds’ dissipation would become far too obvious!

WHOOSH~

A wisp of clear wind drifted through the air, moving in an even more covert manner.

Its speed was incredible, yet it was nearly impossible to perceive.

...

The moonlight flowed like cool water.

Ever since one dream-storm after another had erupted, the cultivators on the Burying Moon Mountain World Dream Cluster battlefield had all become much more cautious.

The previous situation, where troops were decisively deployed in ambush within various Dream Worlds, still occurred, but it was clearly not as common as before.

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ...

In mid-air, a silver lotus slowly bloomed. It was like a silver moon, brilliant and dazzling.

When a clear breeze blew past, its silver petals would sway gently, shaking the void and reflecting an illusory image that entranced all who saw it.

This was the dream of a certain Wood Dao Saint, and it was not one of the six Saint Dream Worlds mentioned by the Han Wu Sub-Venerable.

At this very moment, Fang Yang had silently transformed into a silver butterfly, fluttering to this place.

Silently, the moment it made contact, it was as if water was blending with milk—they merged into one, indistinguishable from each other.

Such a display was utterly astonishing.

Even a young Great Saint like Yu Zither Immortal would likely be unable to control the fluctuations and prevent her own aura from leaking out.

This just went to show how terrifying Fang Yang’s current strength truly was.

A Fire Dao Grandmaster!

The attainment of a Fire Dao Grandmaster, something that should belong to the Great Sage Realm, was now under his control, and it was beginning to faintly shine.

...

...

The same moonlit night, yet filled with different moods.

While Fang Yang was peacefully and quietly growing stronger, Yu Zither Immortal was struggling under a heavy burden, overwhelmed with difficulties.

At this moment, she was entangled in the war, needing to be constantly vigilant against enemy incursions, and was completely unable to engage in much secluded cultivation.

Her only option was to fight and absorb experience as she went, transforming through battle.

BOOM—

Beyond the First Army’s base, peals of thunder once again rang out.

The Marquis of Celestial Night stood alone in the sky, pressing forward.

Beside him, black lightning bolts as thick as mountains rained down in a dense, unending torrent, thundering without cease.

Everyone trembled in shock.

This was because such divine might of thunder seemed on par with even the legendary Thunder Emperor Treasure Skill.

Perhaps the thunder magic wielded by the Marquis of Celestial Night could even be compared to the Ancient Scripture of Attainment of the Thunder Saint Venerable?!

Everyone was stunned, their gazes turning to the Marquis of Celestial Night.

How powerful must one be to conjure such a terrifying sea of lightning? It was as if the very heavens were about to be smashed to pieces.

"He comes here every other day. Does he really think I’m a clay statue?" Yu Zither Immortal’s elegant brows shot up, her killing intent palpable.

’If Fang Yang were here to watch my back and protect the First Army...’

’...I would absolutely charge out there without a second thought and crush the Marquis of Celestial Night.’

But unfortunately, not a single one of the young Great Saints by her side possessed Fang Yang’s strength or courage.

As a result, her hands were tied, and she couldn’t fully let loose and fight to her heart’s content.

"Rise—" Her hands moved nimbly, forming a Golden Crow Magic Seal as her black hair flew back.

With a low hum, the sky above suddenly erupted in a great crimson light.

In a single instant, a boundless Sea of Fire filled the sky. A Fusang Tree stood within it, its branches swaying and rippling with golden light.

A golden branch shot out, tearing through the sky. Its blazing light was endless, like a Golden Crow diving in for the kill as it hurtled straight toward the Marquis of Celestial Night.

The Marquis of Celestial Night’s expression changed instantly. He furiously waved the massive, pure-black banner at his side.

RUMBLE—

A tremendous sound shook the world, silencing heaven and earth. Everyone felt as if they had gone deaf, that the scene before their eyes was an illusion.

But the surrounding mountains and rivers being continuously destroyed was proof enough that what they saw was real.

’The Fusang Divine Tree, the Great Sun Golden Crow?!’

’No, it’s not a Great Sun Golden Crow phantom.’

’This is merely magic unleashed with the help of a Sacred Material.’

’It seems she’s had a fortunate encounter and her power has grown.’

The Marquis of Celestial Night retreated rapidly, but a dark light glowed in his pupils.

He was not like Huo Yingying or Qi Xuanxian, who came from humble or poor origins. He was a noble of imperial blood with a true lineage.

Though he was a Marquis, if he were to step into the Saint realm, he would become a King.

And if he wasn’t mistaken, the Great Sun Dragon Lady was constantly on guard against the appearance of the Great Sun Golden Crow.

’It seems this dream battlefield is even deeper and more treacherous than I imagined!’

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