Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH...

When Fang Yang returned to the Saint Formation, what greeted him was a biting gale carrying countless snowflakes, sweeping in all directions.

Not only that, but the entire Saint Formation was rumbling, causing the Red Profound Cloud Sea to tremble.

A majestic surge of worldly qi rushed in like a vast ocean, quickly flooding the area.

This worldly qi was the precious energy needed to forge the small world of an Immortal Acupoint.

Generally, only those who had become Saints could utilize it.

But now, as Fang Yang watched, the Saint Formation roared and bloomed with a verdant divine light. It frantically broke down the excess worldly qi, converting it into the most refined Primordial Qi.

In the southeast, a massive Cyan Lotus slowly bloomed. Like a whale swallowing water, it roared as it absorbed the immense Primordial Qi.

Sen Wei!

Sen Wei was tempering her body with this incredibly pure Primordial Qi.

In the process, her aura grew steadily, even leaping to the advanced stage of Tier Four.

"Ah Yang, hurry and activate your Token." Sen Hui appeared, urging Fang Yang to seize this opportunity to cultivate.

Hearing this, Fang Yang immediately sat down cross-legged, using a cloud as his prayer mat.

SWOOSH...

A flash of reddish-purple light flickered, and a Yin Yang Diagram materialized behind him.

A closer look revealed that the Yin Yang Diagram was formed by the intertwining of a Thunder Carp and a Fire Eagle.

At this moment, the Yin Yang Diagram spun wildly, also pulling in a torrent of refined Primordial Qi, allowing Fang Yang to temper his own body.

Although the spectacle was not as grand as Sen Wei’s giant Cyan Lotus, it was still not to be underestimated.

With his eyes closed, Fang Yang was looking inward at his Void Acupoint True Essence Sea, observing the refinement progress of the Fire Eagle’s body.

60%... 61%... 63%...

64%... 65%... 66%!

Fang Yang opened his eyes, a smile gracing them.

This tempering session had saved him at least several months of painstaking, incremental work.

He rose to his feet and looked around, only to find that Sen Wei and Sen Hui had already finished.

...

As time passed, the Saint Ascension Conference gradually came to a close.

It seemed that with Sen Yue leading the way, basically all the Dao Seed Level prodigies had successfully become Saints.

Such a result far surpassed previous conferences and was quite remarkable.

At this moment, Fang Yang arrived at Sen Yue’s Purple Gold Hall.

He, along with Sen Wei and Sen Hui, watched from afar as Sen Yue dismantled the various great arrays.

Just then, Sen Wei commented:

"Among our Changkong clan, Chen Kui, Qingkong, Yuxuan, and Jiang Venerable Sword have all become Saints."

"However, they all have Grade A Immortal Acupoint Blessed Lands, not perfect-grade ones. Basically, it will be very difficult for a Great Saint to emerge from their group."

"As for the outsiders, Dongfang Mobai and Minghai Waves, they also only have Grade A Blessed Lands."

"Speaking of which, that Lin Shenghuang was a bit too arrogant. Beaten back to her clan’s lands by my brother, she lost such a great opportunity to become a Saint..."

Faced with Sen Wei’s dismissive attitude toward the heroes of the world, Fang Yang remained silent.

He still held a certain reverence for Saints.

After all, their thousand-year lifespan alone was enough to earn his respect.

「Two hours later.」

Fang Yang left the Purple Gold Hall and returned to the Fang Clan’s lands.

In the Fang Clan’s lands, Fang Yang met with Fang Hao, Fang Min, and others.

They too were tirelessly discussing who had become a Saint, envious that major lineages like the Jiang and Chen clans could continue to prosper.

Of course, no matter how much they envied others, they still had to walk their own path.

During the conversation, Fang Min also brought up her experience in the Thunder Control Profound Celestial Array.

Fang Min: "Ah Yang, I did as you said and waited for the thunder dragon to roar before making my move. It really paid off.

I found a broken Sword Scale. It contains several types of Sword Dao Mystical Skills.

Because of it, my Cyan Simurgh Sword-Bird Transformation has become even more formidable!"

’Sword Scale...’ Fang Yang looked up.

He seemed to understand who was responsible for this fortuitous encounter.

’If I’m not mistaken, it must be Jiang Venerable Sword, the former Tier Five champion.’

"That’s great. It was a fated opportunity for you, Sister Min." Fang Yang smiled.

Right now, the Fang Clan basically had to rely on the few of them to keep up appearances.

As for Second Uncle, Uncle Qi, and the others, they seemed to be in their prime, but in reality, they were over a hundred years old and already on the decline.

Generally speaking, if a Cultivator was over a hundred years old and still hadn’t become a Saint, their body and Soul would basically be in a state of decline in the years that followed.

In other words, Mortal Cultivators usually had extremely short lifespans, but their strength was solid.

But once they became a Saint, the older they got, the more formidable they became.

The difference between Saint and mortal was like two completely different realms.

"I wasn’t so lucky."

His young uncle, Fang Hao, looked resigned. "In the Red Flame Falling Swamp Array, when water and fire were clashing and the forces were in turmoil, Yuming must have lost his mind. He actually dared to charge the Array’s core. He ended up with a damaged foundation and his cultivation regressed."

’Yuming’s foundation is damaged, and his cultivation has regressed?’

Fang Yang looked up abruptly, extremely surprised.

To be honest, because they had fought over the heart of the Black Moon Water Kun, his impression of Yuming and Yuxuan wasn’t very good.

But now, Yuxuan had already become a Saint, transcending the mortal world. All their past grievances had dissipated with the wind.

Therefore, the only one he still had a grudge against was Yuming.

But he never expected Yuming to self-destruct like this.

’But from what I know of Yuming, his mind shouldn’t be so fragile. In other words, the danger in the Red Flame Falling Swamp Array that the divination slip mentioned was actually located in its core?! A ’mid-low’ draw really is worse than a ’mid-mid’ or ’mid-high’ draw.’

A wave of emotion washed over Fang Yang as he thought to himself.

...

The dark clouds in the sky grew heavier, and the night became deeper as a result.

The night was deep and still.

Fang Yang sealed his door and began to refine the Wind Tiger Essence.

"ROAR—"

Within his Void Acupoint True Essence Sea, the white tiger cub formed by the Wind Tiger Essence let out a ferocious roar, causing the calm surface of the True Essence Sea to churn with waves.

The waves surged relentlessly, one after another, crashing against the surrounding acupoint walls as if to destroy everything.

Even more bizarrely, hurricanes of Primordial Qi swirled up, making one’s hair stand on end. The slightest carelessness would result in destruction.

Fang Yang’s expression was calm as he silently manipulated the Carp Eagle’s Divine Feather.

In an instant, the Wind Tiger Essence calmed down completely, no longer able to stir up monstrous waves.

In the process, Fang Yang suddenly discovered that the body of his Fire Eagle Illusion was rapidly being tempered, its refinement level soaring.

In the end, the eagle’s body surpassed 75% and reached 81%, meaning Fang Yang had successfully reached the Tier Three Peak realm.

Not only that, but his Soul Foundation had also taken a great leap forward.

Though he hadn’t reached the realm of Ten Thousand Eagle Souls, he now possessed a foundation of at least three thousand eagle souls.

Of course, these gains were just side benefits.

The most important thing was that his casting speed and Body Technique speed had become incredibly fast and agile!

「The next morning.」

Fang Yang appeared and revealed his aura.

This immediately drew a wave of shocked praise from the members of the Fang Clan, though they were also starting to feel a bit numb to it.

And when Minghai Nanyu heard the news, her heart filled with misery. She was being completely overshadowed by Fang Yang!

"Tier Three Peak."

"It’s one thing that I can’t compare to Sen Wei, but to be thoroughly suppressed by Fang Yang too..."

"How did things turn out like this? Sigh... If only I could have obtained a Tier Five Wind Spirit Essence."

Minghai Nanyu’s face was etched with misery.

After a long moment, she picked up a jug of Cyan Ant Wine and began to drink heavily.

She was both envious of Fang Yang’s smooth-sailing journey and frustrated by her own repeated setbacks.