Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Boundless moonlight poured down from the heavens, making Moonfall Cliff resemble an ocean of lunar nectar.

Cultivators stood all around the Moonfall Cliff area.

They operated their Cultivation Techniques, absorbing the exceedingly pure moonlight Primordial Qi.

At this moment, Fang Yang, along with his uncle and sister from the clan, arrived at Moonfall Cliff with light steps.

They found a remote corner, keeping a clear distance from the others, ensuring no one was disturbed.

’Moonfall Cliff... a place to be nourished by rich moonlight...’

Fang Yang lowered his gaze, surveying his surroundings.

In truth, they had arrived late. Before long, the moonlight would dissipate, and the area would return to its usual quiet.

But there was nothing to be done. They had, after all, taken a detour from the northern end of Guanlin.

No matter how fast they traveled, the journey still took time.

If his clan sister, Fang Min, hadn’t specifically wanted to come, Fang Yang would probably still be wondering how to get to the Profound Kun’s return to the abyss.

WHOOSH... Fang Yang slowly exhaled.

Before him, clusters of bright, orange-yellow moonlight rippled like flowing water.

He wasn’t deliberately absorbing the dense moonlight to cultivate, but the Carp Eagle Illusion within his Void Acupoint True Essence Sea immediately took on the form of a Fire Eagle and began to refine itself.

SPLASH...

Influenced by the rhythm of the moonlight, the surface of the True Essence Sea in his body rippled. It took the shape of a blazing fire, continuously solidifying the illusion and making it more and more lifelike.

’Thirty-eight percent... thirty-nine percent,’ Fang Yang silently estimated.

Soon, he discovered that the body of the Fire Eagle Illusion had already progressed from 38% to 39% completion!

This cultivation speed was remarkably fast. At this rate, it would take him two months at most to advance from the Tier Three Middle realm to the Tier Three Advanced realm.

By then, even if he entered the Thunder Saint Academy to cultivate, he wouldn’t be at the very bottom.

High in the sky, the Black Kun Illusion concealed itself, once again dissolving into black smoke.

Correspondingly, the boundless moonlight over Moonfall Cliff began to dissipate.

From all corners of the cliff, sighs of regret arose in unison.

"Sigh, I was just one step away from refining my Elemental Artifact."

"Damn, I’m so unlucky. I was just a hair’s breadth away from breaking through to the next realm."

"How strange. Not a single Spiritual Object appeared on Moonfall Cliff this time?"

A clamor of voices rose.

Meanwhile, Fang Yang stood in his corner of the cliff, his robes fluttering in the cold wind alongside Second Uncle Fang.

Behind him, his clan sister Fang Min had her eyes tightly shut, silently processing the insights she had gained.

Suddenly, Fang Yang’s ears twitched.

He turned around slowly and immediately spotted a familiar face.

Dongfang Xuezhi!

Dongfang Xuezhi approached gracefully. Beside her, in addition to her Guardian, was a young man.

This young man had a heroic look. He was tall, clad in crimson battle armor, and exuded an extraordinary martial aura.

Fang Yang recalled a portrait he had seen and instantly realized this young man was Dongfang Xuezhi’s older brother—Dongfang Xueyu!

「Not long after.」

After Fang Min slowly concluded her cultivation, Dongfang Xuezhi immediately came over.

"Fang Yang..."

Dongfang Xuezhi’s eyes curved into a smile as she waved a small greeting.

She said with a look of admiration, "You’re incredible! You suppressed Qing Mang so easily. Even if Muri Shengkai were here, I’m afraid he’d have to concede to you."

Before Fang Yang could reply, Dongfang Xueyu took a small step forward, blocking Fang Yang’s view as if protecting his own cub.

It was clear that Dongfang Xueyu was very wary of Fang Yang.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be guarding against him as if he were a thief.

Fang Yang was speechless. He hadn’t expected his reputation in others’ eyes to be quite like this.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Dongfang Xuezhi’s cheeks flushed as she hurriedly pulled Dongfang Xueyu away.

Fang Yang smiled. "I only have a grade-A Spirit Body. There’s still a long way to go to a perfect-grade Spirit Body, and I don’t even know if I can make it..."

Under the gazes of the elders present, Fang Yang and Dongfang Xuezhi chatted for a bit.

Their main topic of conversation was whether they had any Spiritual Objects they could trade.

Just as they were talking, a massive clap of thunder suddenly echoed from the distance.

BOOM!

RUMBLE!

Fang Yang immediately looked up.

In the distance, enormous Dharma Aspects had suddenly appeared. They drew down thousands of lightning bolts as they battled one another.

All sorts of Sword Auras and blade lights surged like rivers, destroying one mountain peak after another.

The Dao Seeds were fighting!

Although their destructive power was greatly limited by the seal of an Array, their every move still defied the imagination of mortals.

"That location... could they be fighting over Soul Falling Black Mountain?" Dongfang Xueyu said, uncertain.

Hearing this, Fang Yang narrowed his eyes and watched intently.

When he saw Qingkong’s Dharma Aspect, he understood at once: the Dao Seeds were indeed fighting for Soul Falling Black Mountain!

...

In the end, the extraordinary Dharma Aspects dissipated one after another, leaving only the Nine Netherworld Prison Dogs Dharma Aspect.

The Nine Netherworld Prison Dogs Dharma Aspect stood proudly in the void. Its four limbs burned with an exceptionally brilliant, eerie green fire, and its nine snake-headed tails swayed gently.

And before it floated a mountain peak shaped like a black coffin!

The outcome was both unexpected and yet within reason.

After all, in the current Xuan-Yu Blessed Land, the Sen clan was the most powerful and influential.

However, the whereabouts of the Black Moon Illusion Heart Marrow were still unknown.

Therefore, under these circumstances, the Dao Seeds of the Changkong clan, such as Qingkong, Chen Kui, and Yuxuan, did not leave the area immediately.

"Dao Seeds..." Second Uncle Fang said with emotion.

"If our Fang Clan also had a Dao Seed, what role would we play in the battle for Xuan-Yu?

Perhaps... we could even take back the Carp Eagle Blessed Land..."

Hearing this, Fang Yang and Fang Min’s expressions were complicated.

They exchanged a look but didn’t reply.

Fortunately, Dongfang Xuezhi and her party had already left by this time.

Of course, if they hadn’t, Second Uncle Fang wouldn’t have expressed such feelings.

「Half an hour later.」

Qingkong, with Qing Mang in tow, suddenly descended upon the place where Fang Yang’s group was resting.

Coming and going like the wind, Qingkong’s movements were truly unrestrained.

"Fang Yang, these are three Soul Dao Spiritual Objects. They are all ’Soul Eagle Marrow’ Spiritual Objects..." Qingkong said with a faint smile.

He waved his sleeve, and three Soul Eagle Marrows materialized in the air.

They floated up and down, emitting a faint, ethereal glow.

These Soul Eagle Marrows were covered in pitch-black, incredibly coarse feathers.

Strangely, their lower bodies had no claws, making them look like birds without feet.

Among them, two of the Soul Eagle Marrows were Tier Three Spiritual Objects, and one was a Tier Four Spiritual Object.

Such a generous gift from Qingkong was completely unexpected for Fang Yang.

If he were to refine these three Soul Dao Spiritual Objects, he could certainly achieve the rank of Thousand Eagle Souls, becoming like a Tier Four enslavement-path cultivator.

At that point, he would be able to enslave a Thousand Beasts King and take the opportunity to study the method of "Slave Array Convergence."

Not to mention, strengthening one’s Soul was inherently beneficial for any Cultivator.

This gesture was so extravagant that even Qing Mang felt a pang of reluctance, pained by the loss. "Brother, this..."

"Hm?" Qingkong’s voice was cold.

In an instant, Qing Mang said no more. He could only watch helplessly as Fang Yang accepted the three Spiritual Objects.

Coming and going like the wind.

A sudden night breeze gusted, and Qingkong left with his clan cousin, Qing Mang.

Second Uncle Fang chuckled and shook his head. "Truly unrestrained and free-spirited."

Fang Min also nodded slightly as she tore her gaze away from the three Soul Eagle Marrow Spiritual Objects.

’Unrestrained and free-spirited...’

Fang Yang asked himself, ’The realm of a Dao Seed? No, that’s still not enough.’