Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Chapter 408: Chapter 399: Shaking the 4 Directions

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Following the departure of the previous master of the Two Poles Branch Mansion, its standing within the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life had been in steady decline.

Although they had a peerless prodigy like Su Dao shouldering the burden, he was, after all, a member of the younger generation who had only recently stepped into the Saint Realm.

Compared to his master, he was still far too green.

To halt the Two Poles Branch Mansion’s decline and get to the root of the problem, Su Dao had specifically invited Jiuzhe to the mansion to sit and discuss the Dao.

Both Su Dao and Jiuzhe were the two leading figures of the younger generation in the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life.

One could say that the ultimate victor between these two fated rivals would be the one to represent the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life, standing as a peer to Sen Yue and the Great Sun Dragon Lady.

It was for this very reason that Su Dao’s actions had drawn widespread attention and sparked heated discussion both inside and outside the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life.

"This is quite rare. I thought these two would be at each other’s throats, unable to coexist peacefully."

"Su Dao might be domineering and arrogant, but he understands the bigger picture. It seems he’s likely preparing for the ’Dreamscape Battlefield,’ isn’t he?"

"No, no, you don’t seem to understand the impact of the previous Two Poles Mansion Master’s passing. The Su Dao of today can’t bear the mantle of the Two Poles..."

Cries of surprise, voices of doubt, and scornful laughter.

In an instant, an invisible storm of speculation swirled around Su Dao and Jiuzhe.

After all, these two were extraordinarily talented and far from ordinary.

No one could predict their futures.

They might step into the realm of a Young Venerable at any moment, or they might never reach it in their entire lives.

Between these two extremes lay countless possibilities.

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"Mother, what is that guy Su Dao planning?"

Sang Xiaowan frowned, asking in a low voice.

She was already fourteen this year. Her lovely face was so tender it seemed it might break at a touch, fair and radiant. She had a delicate, oval face, gracefully curved brows, and large, incredibly expressive eyes.

She had the air of the girl next door, all grown up—poised and graceful, like a young phoenix that commanded attention.

Due to her quirky and mischievous nature, people called her the "little demoness."

It was also because of her that countless Daoist acolytes yearned to be accepted as disciples by the Purple Sky Manor Master or Fu Sheng Fairy, hoping for a meteoric rise.

At this moment, a strange light shone in her eyes, full of confusion, as she looked at her mother, Fu Sheng Fairy, with considerable astonishment.

Fu Sheng Fairy mused, "Perhaps they truly are preparing to enter the Dreamscape Battlefield?"

"The Dreamscape Battlefield..." Sang Xiaowan murmured.

Instantly, a tall, upright figure gradually emerged in her mind’s eye.

Fang Yang!

Ever since she was little, the light radiating from Fang Yang was the brightest she had ever seen.

Moreover, she had thoroughly enjoyed the time she had spent with him before.

’I wonder if Big Brother Fang Yang will be able to rescue Senior Sister Qingyun...’ Sang Xiaowan sighed to herself.

She had never once doubted Fang Yang’s brilliant future.

Aside from Sen Hui and Fang Min, she was perhaps the one who believed in Fang Yang the most.

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The Xuanhuang Tai Chi Grotto Heaven was sparsely populated.

This was the Inheritance Grotto Heaven of the Two Poles Branch Mansion.

Today, it welcomed a guest: Jiuzhe.

"I have indeed touched the edge of ordinary attainment in the Dream Dao," Jiuzhe said, getting straight to the point, holding nothing back.

A divine light flashed in Su Dao’s eyes. "As I thought. I am the same. In that case, Sen Yue and the Great Sun Dragon Lady must have already reached the peak of ordinary attainment in the Dream Dao."

PATTER PATTER PATTER...

Dark clouds rolled across the sky.

Raindrops beat down densely on the stone pavilion, and silver lightning flashed from time to time.

At this moment, Jiuzhe lowered his gaze, quietly watching Su Dao warm the wine.

After a long moment,

Jiuzhe’s expression was calm, but his words were astonishing:

"Those two are indeed formidable."

"But aside from them, I’m afraid Fang Yang has also touched the edge of ordinary attainment in the Dream Dao."

"In fact, given the special nature of the Dreamscape Battlefield, it’s highly likely Fang Yang has already achieved a profound mastery of the ordinary-level attainments in the school of Dream Dao."

WHOOSH. Su Dao’s head snapped up, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Jiuzhe paid him no mind, continuing calmly:

"Water overflows when the vessel is full; the moon wanes after it waxes."

"Han Wu the Sub-Venerable, Sen Yue, Fang Yang, and even Sen Wei."

"This one lineage has produced too many peerless heroes, seizing nearly all the destiny of this generation’s Golden Clan."

"Their existence has allowed the Changkong Clan to take the lead, shining with an incomparable brilliance."

"And what’s more, even you and Su Xi hail from the Changkong Clan."

"...Right now, I am not your enemy. But you... you need me to save you!"

At that very moment, the storm outside the pavilion raged, with wind, rain, and rumbling thunder.

Su Dao lowered his gaze, remaining silent.

It was because Jiuzhe’s words had struck a chord deep within him.

If he wanted to establish an earthly Daoist kingdom, he absolutely could not avoid Sen Yue.

Even if he could stand against Sen Yue, she still had Fang Yang’s help.

Fang Yang!

’What do I have to resist him?’

His sister, Su Xi, was no Sen Hui. Relying on her alone was completely out of the question.

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The blizzard raged, with biting winds and heavy, swirling snow.

Within the Great Wasteland, multiple dreamscape storms spun freely, like black holes madly devouring everything around them with terrifying might.

At that moment, a speck of silvery divine light appeared in the center of the storm, slowly expanding.

It was as if a white tiger roared, the heavens and earth thundered, and purple clouds spread across the sky.

Immediately after, the White Tiger Demon Lord, Zhong Zunyang, Xiao Sanxuan, and the others walked out slowly.

Behind them, their Flying Boats were shattered, and their soldiers were demoralized, looking like a pack of beaten dogs.

It was clear they had suffered a great catastrophe within the dreamscape storm.

And indeed, with the White Tiger Demon Lord’s cunning and treachery, he would naturally see the act through to the very end.

Aside from a few in the highest echelons, the rest of the soldiers truly believed they had been unlucky enough to be trapped inside the dreamscape storm.

"You’re back?"

An incomparably cold voice rang out abruptly.

The expressions of the White Tiger Demon Lord, Zhong Zunyang, and Xiao Sanxuan all changed drastically.

The next moment, the owner of the voice appeared.

The Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty!

The Seventh Prince stood upon the clouds, a cold sneer playing on his lips.

Beside him, in addition to Qi Xuanxian, were rows of the Great Xuan Dynasty’s sky-faring warships.

The wind howled as the warships glittered. Each vessel was hundreds of meters long, looking like a cluster of vast, purple clouds—a truly astonishing sight. The sound of them cleaving through the air was like rolling thunder.

But what surprised the White Tiger Demon Lord even more was that the Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty and Qi Xuanxian were actually still alive.

Not only were they alive, but their soldiers were also full of vigor, even more ferocious than tigers or leopards.

The contrast between the soldiers on both sides was stark.

...

The Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty waved his sleeve. "Since you’re back, you can all stay."

The words carried a double meaning.

The soldiers were still regrouping, but the White Tiger Demon Lord felt an immense pressure. The atmosphere was incredibly tense.

Seeing this, the White Tiger Demon Lord’s heart filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

’I can’t believe it! How could my intricate scheme have failed?!’

After some indirect probing, he immediately understood: his plot had been seen through by Fang Yang.

He couldn’t believe it, but it had truly happened.

Unease bloomed in his heart, along with a tinge of fear.

He knew full well that once the fighting started, Fang Yang would absolutely not let him go. Putting himself in Fang Yang’s shoes, he was certain he would be the first target.

Moreover, the Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty and Qi Xuanxian also seemed to have discovered the seeds of his rebellion.

’In that case, shouldn’t I strike first and gain the advantage?!’

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"The White Tiger Demon Lord’s plan failed? Hmph. What a useless fool."

On the other side, the loyalties of Xiao Sanxuan and Zhong Zunyang were also wavering.

Their own schemes had already been seen through by the Seventh Prince and Qi Xuanxian.

However, the Seventh Prince was using a tactic of division, pushing all the blame onto the White Tiger Demon Lord.

As long as they switched sides, everything was negotiable.

Of course, this was only the Seventh Prince’s word, and Xiao Sanxuan and Zhong Zunyang didn’t completely believe him.

But they also knew that if they didn’t make a decision soon, the Seventh Prince and the White Tiger Demon Lord would likely push them to the forefront to face Fang Yang directly.

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