Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

「The Real World.」

A full day and night had passed.

On the bed, Fang Yang’s fingers twitched, and his eyelashes fluttered.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and slowly sat up.

He was now sitting on his bed, silently reflecting on his exceptionally successful journey into the Dream World.

’First and foremost, he had reached the Master Level in both the Fire Dao and Thunder Dao Schools.’

’A dual-school Master under the age of twenty-one... If word got out, it would probably scare a whole lot of people to death.’

’Such aptitude and talent were definitely on par with that of a young Great Saint.’

’Secondly, there was the success of his dream expedition.’

This foray into the dream was far more complex and convoluted than the previous two.

’The greatest resistance had come from Mrs. Sen!’

The scrutiny of a Saint had placed immense pressure on Fang Yang.

But thankfully, after much effort, he finally succeeded and obtained a Tier Six opportunity.

Autumn Wind Cicada Treasure Robe

"This is like having an extra life."

Fang Yang closed his eyes, looking inward at his aperture.

The True Essence Sea within his aperture was filled entirely with deep red True Essence.

Floating above it were three Pill Cauldrons, manifestations of his techniques.

Beyond that, the most peculiar object was the Carp Eagle’s Divine Feather, which radiated a sacred light.

Now, as Fang Yang examined it, he saw a dark shadow lurking beneath the Divine Feather’s glow.

The shadow was in the shape of a cicada!

Gazing at it, Fang Yang’s expression grew complicated.

This was because the Autumn Wind Cicada Treasure Robe had been a special gift from Sen Yuanyuan in the bloodline dream!

’I can’t believe the Autumn Wind Cicada Treasure Robe actually crossed over from the Dream World into the real world.’

’A technique like this... it’s practically turning illusion into reality.’

’The Dream Dao School... the Dream Dao... No wonder so many people have such high hopes for it.’

’Wait, if the Autumn Wind Cicada Treasure Robe can be manifested, then what about the weapon of a Great Saint, or even a Venerable... Even if it’s not the real thing, just recreating a wisp of its Dao-rhythm would be enough to scare someone to death!’

’Hiss... The Dream Dao School is terrifying.’

Fang Yang’s mind raced.

The more he considered it, the more his scalp tingled, and he couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath.

After a long while, he finally collected himself and walked slowly out of his bedroom.

...

The weather was mild, and a refreshing autumn breeze blew.

Sycamore leaves drifted on the wind. Accompanied by his Second Uncle Fang, Fang Yang strolled out of the city and began to wander.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at a rugged mountain peak.

Eventually, he reached the summit and sat cross-legged on a boulder, looking down upon the land below.

Below, seas of forests stretched out, interwoven with meandering rivers.

Gazing out, Fang Yang felt a surprising sense of tranquility. He sat there, quietly listening to the sounds of nature.

SCREEECH—

High in the sky, a great, snow-white eagle soared, its wings stirring up a gale. Clusters of faint, glowing flames streaked across the sky like brilliant fireworks.

And on the great eagle’s back stood a young Frost Horse.

Fear was plain on the young Frost Horse’s face, but with trembling legs, it closed its eyes and leaped.

WHOOSH! The White Feathered Eagle stirred a gust of wind and caught it.

The young Frost Horse then opened its eyes, utterly delighted.

It was none other than the White Feathered Eagle and the Small Frost Horse!

HISS... HISS...

Beside the boulder, a coiled electric python watched, a flicker of anticipation in its cold, reptilian eyes.

’In truth, it wanted to join the White Feathered Eagle and the Small Frost Horse in their playful game.’

’But because it had never earned the Small Frost Horse’s complete trust, it was never allowed to join in.’

’It deeply regretted this.’

’Of course, it wasn’t that it really wanted to play with them.’

’It just... it just didn’t want to embarrass its master.’

At this thought, it raised its head and looked toward its master, Fang Yang.

The mountain wind blew, and the sea of trees swayed.

Fang Yang remained serene, sitting quietly on the boulder.

His posture seemed transcendent, otherworldly.

Suddenly, a peculiar ball of lightning materialized in the air before him, coalescing into a thunder carp.

But that wasn’t all. It continued to condense, forming an electric python, a White Feathered Eagle, and a Small Frost Horse!

They were so lifelike they seemed real.

HISS! The electric python’s vertical pupils constricted, and its body went taut.

Second Uncle Fang’s head snapped up, his expression changing in an instant. "Shaping lightning into physical form... Master Level attainment in the Thunder Dao?!"

At that moment, the placid lake of Second Uncle Fang’s heart was violently shaken. He could no longer remain calm.

’For someone Fang Yang’s age to already be a Master of the Thunder Dao... this is simply outrageous.’

Despite their shocked reactions, Fang Yang’s expression remained calm. His body was still, showing no joy, anger, sorrow, or delight—no emotional fluctuations whatsoever. His gaze was perfectly serene.

But just then, balls of bright yellow flame manifested once more in the empty air.

These flames then coalesced into a Vermilion Flame Wolf, a Water Serpent Lion, a Fire Eagle, and more. A single glance was enough to tell the explosive power contained within their forms.

Each one was perfectly lifelike, possessing all the distinct characteristics of the Fire Dao School!

The most obvious hallmark of the Master Level is having an intuitive grasp of the school itself.

In other words, one can fully unleash the might of that particular Dao school!

"The Fire Dao School, too? He’s reached the Master Level in that as well?!"

At this point, Second Uncle Fang’s expression was a little numb.

He understood now. Fang Yang had very likely entered the legendary state of Enlightenment Dao.

Such aptitude and talent... no, such *fortune*... Even a seasoned and knowledgeable powerhouse like Second Uncle Fang couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

*Hooo...* Second Uncle Fang let out a slow breath, clearing his mind of all distracting thoughts.

A short while later.

The lightning and flames all dissipated.

Fang Yang slowly withdrew his gaze and stood up straight.

His gaze fell upon a figure in a green robe who had suddenly appeared below.

Hong Qishang!

Hong Qishang was dressed in a green robe, accompanied by a Rain Bee Mother.

He approached Fang Yang and said, "Commander, when did you arrive at Luoming Mountain? You should have told me so I could have given you a proper welcome."

"Haha," Fang Yang laughed freely. "I just followed my heart and wandered where it led."

"’Followed my heart and wandered where it led...’" Hong Qishang muttered the phrase, looking at Fang Yang in astonishment.

He didn’t seem to understand how Fang Yang could utter words so full of Dao-intent so naturally.

It wasn’t just him; even Second Uncle Fang, who stood behind them, was slightly astonished.

Dressed in a black and white Daoist robe, with his serene and gentle expression, Fang Yang truly resembled a promising, ascetic cultivator.

That transcendent, otherworldly air about him was growing more pronounced, as if he had truly grasped some profound truth.

"Commander?"

Fang Yang suddenly spoke up. "The Xuan Yu War is over. Brother Hong, you don’t need to call me Commander anymore..."

But Hong Qishang shook his head. "That won’t do. Just let me keep the title in name."

After that, the two began discussing Lu Yao, as well as the future settlement and development of the White Feathered Eagle’s Bronze Tribe.

Gradually, Fang Yang returned to his usual, rational self.

Seeing this, Second Uncle Fang and Hong Qishang inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only because Fang Yang’s previous state had been unnervingly similar to Sen Yue’s.

That aura of "all things are but mist and smoke, only I alone am supreme" had put immense pressure on them.