Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

The Bloodline Dream.

Its reappearance made Fang Yang’s gaze darken.

As of now, the Dream Dao had yet to form a true school of thought, and the Dream World had not fully emerged.

But if there was anything that could cause a great change in the world and throw the established order into chaos, there was no doubt many would cast their vote for the Dream World and the Dream Dao.

The appearance of one dream after another would surely break the monopoly held by the current top orthodoxies.

Powers like the great aristocratic families, dynastic kingdoms, and sect holy lands, which controlled all kinds of cultivation resources, would no longer be able to maintain their absolute lead over ordinary Cultivators.

If these dreams truly appeared, it would inevitably trigger a massive upheaval in the world—an age of chaos and opportunity!

Sensing the Bloodline Dream’s return after a year, Fang Yang’s emotions were complex.

At this moment, he even felt a strange sensation, as if ’destiny is on my side’.

After taking a deep breath, he suppressed this feeling.

Then, he lay flat on his bed and closed his eyes.

He was accepting that inscrutable and profound pull.

...

"Ah Nian, do you want to return to the clan lands with me?

I’ll find a way to smooth over any inconveniences for you.

Leave the Xuan-Yu War with me. I’ll ask the Old Ancestor to take you as his disciple..."

Sen Yuanyuan’s face was filled with anticipation.

Standing before Sen Yuanyuan was Fang Nian.

It turned out to be a conversation between Sen Yuanyuan and Fang Nian.

When Fang Yang’s consciousness returned, this was the scene he saw.

At this moment, he was in a third-person perspective.

The conversation between Sen Yuanyuan and Fang Nian continued.

Soon, Fang Yang understood the reason for all this.

The once-in-a-century Xuan-Yu War had fully erupted.

This land was fraught with danger, and no one could guarantee they would survive until the end.

Under such circumstances, Sen Yuanyuan was to be brought back to her clan’s lands.

Unwilling to let her beloved face such danger, Sen Yuanyuan had specially invited Fang Nian to return with her, promising to ask the Sen clan’s ancestor—Elder White Eagle—to accept Fang Nian as a disciple.

Elder White Eagle was a Saint!

’This scene feels so familiar,’ Fang Yang mused, his eyes narrowing.

He remembered how Sen Hui had invited him in the same way back then.

However, at that time, he could only politely refuse due to Saint Fan Liu’s veiled malice toward him.

Under his watch, Fang Nian accepted Sen Yuanyuan’s proposal without hesitation. "Then I’ll be in your care from now on."

In an instant, a brilliant and radiant smile bloomed on Sen Yuanyuan’s face.

Fang Nian set off, following several Sen clan disciples back to the Changkong clan.

The Fang clan elders were shocked and utterly baffled by Fang Nian’s return.

But thanks to Sen Yuanyuan’s protection, Fang Nian narrowly avoided punishment from his clan.

’Different choices, different fates.’

’From the looks of it, Elder White Eagle didn’t give Fang Nian a hard time.’

’So why did Saint Fan Liu have it out for me? With such veiled malice, no less.’

Fang Yang was perplexed.

Because he had discovered from his third-person perspective that:

—The people of the Sen clan line were quite friendly to Fang Nian and made no move to suppress him.

It was as if they were happy to see him and Sen Yuanyuan together.

But Fang Yang knew his own luck hadn’t been nearly as good.

Back then, if he had followed Sen Hui back to the Changkong clan and become Saint Fan Liu’s disciple, it would have been a below-average lot, judged to be an ill omen.

And even though he hadn’t returned to the Changkong clan, his deepening relationship with Sen Hui had still been subject to the Sen clan line’s scrutiny.

For example, the four Pavilion Elders—Flower, Bird, Fish, and Bug—had repeatedly investigated him before grudgingly approving of his character.

Fang Yang knew all this, of course, but he had never said anything about it.

One day, Sen Yuanyuan visited Fang Nian’s small courtyard and nearly discovered his correspondence with Qing Rushang.

Having learned his lesson the hard way, Fang Nian resolved to hide the letters and other items more securely.

On the same day, Fang Nian learned that if he wanted to become Elder White Eagle’s disciple, he would first have to pass a trial set by the elder.

The trial required Fang Nian to control a flock of eagles and pass through a series of test checkpoints.

Fang Nian had to clear all nine difficult checkpoints within one month.

If he succeeded in becoming a disciple, Fang Nian would be able to comprehend the Yin Yang Dao Fish Diagram and perceive its true meaning...

’...This is happening so fast. In terms of dream time, whether I succeed or fail within a month, I’ll be exiting the dream anyway.’

’...Wait, I think I can feel the evolution of a Kun Peng. Perhaps it’s related to the Yin Yang Dao Fish Diagram.’

’This Yin Yang Dao Fish Diagram is most likely the basis for Fang Nian’s belief that the Carp Eagle could evolve into a Kun Peng.’

’So, is the Yin Yang Dao Fish Diagram my Tier Four opportunity this time around...?’

As Fang Yang was pondering, his vision blurred.

He had switched from a third-person to a first-person perspective.

Now, he had become Fang Nian!

Beneath the setting sun.

The evening glow illuminated the valley.

Within the valley, one Flying Eagle after another beat its wings and cried out into the sky.

Most of these Flying Eagles were ordinary Fierce Beasts; there were fewer than ten White Feathered Eagles among them.

Fang Yang raised his head, silently choosing a White Feathered Eagle that could serve as a leader.

On the path of beast taming, the importance of a Beast King was self-evident.

Suddenly, Fang Yang’s ears twitched, and he looked behind him.

There, Sen Yuanyuan was approaching, holding Sen Suiliu by the hand.

In addition, five Fire Eagles soared in the sky above!

’Man, being a kept man is the life...’ Fang Yang sighed with emotion.

A smile appeared on his face, partly because of the five Fire Eagles, and partly because of the delicate, pink-cheeked Sen Suiliu.

Sen Suiliu, the real world’s Saint Fan Liu.

...

「In the real world, at Fanliu Blessed Land.」

Three bright moons hung high in the sky, scattering down their silvery light.

Within a certain wondrous realm, flocks of White Feathered Eagles and Fire Eagles were being raised.

Currently, Sen Wei was training in this realm, facing ten thousand eagles alone.

Behind her, a massive Cyan Lotus Dharma Aspect, over a thousand feet tall, manifested.

Even more astonishing was her cultivation level, which had already reached Tier Three Middle!

In just two years, she had soared to such heights. A cultivation speed like this was truly worthy of a perfect-grade Cyan Lotus Saint Body, an absolutely incredible feat.

"Wei’Er’s growth rate is even faster than we imagined."

"At this rate, I’m afraid no one will be able to stop Wei’Er from claiming the title of king and venerable in the next Xuan-Yu War."

"Wei’Er might not even need to borrow the power of the Hundred-Year Celestial Mandate to step into the realm of a Young Venerable and become a Saint in one fell swoop!"

Atop one of the full moons.

Saint Fan Liu’s figure materialized, praising Sen Wei.

She wore an aqua-blue palace gown, appearing as graceful as a fairy from the moon palace.

But when her gaze shifted to Sen Hui’s side, her expression softened with affection.

If Fang Yang was similar to Fang Nian, then Sen Hui was similar to Sen Yuanyuan.

In other words, in Sen Hui, Saint Fan Liu saw the shadow of her own sister, Sen Yuanyuan.

At this moment.

Sen Hui was happily watering a silver-flowered fire tree with a watering can.

Seeing this, Saint Fan Liu let out a sigh.

She missed her sister once again.

Then, her thoughts inexplicably turned to Fang Nian.

Instantly, fury shot through her:

’My sister was a wonderful woman, and so was Sister Rushang.’

’So why did you have to pursue them both at the same time?’

’Hmph, Fang Yang, if you’re really going to be with Xiaohui, you had better not be two-timing!’

She projected the transgressions of the Carp Eagle Saint onto Fang Yang.

Of course, as a Saint, she wouldn’t stoop to dealing with a junior personally.

But even a little bit of malice from her was like a torrential flood.

For instance, causing the disaster at Carp Eagle Blessed Land to arrive early was just a small expression of her malice.

If Fang Yang had truly followed Fang Nian’s old path back then:

He likely would have faced not good fortune, but waves of crises, one after another. He certainly would not have the freedom he enjoyed now.