Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

In the main tent of the White Feathered Eagle tribe’s encampment.

Fang Yang sat on the main seat, leaning back slightly. A White Feathered Eagle soared up and landed on his shoulder.

To his left was Second Uncle Fang. To his right was Lu Yao.

At his feet, a vast crowd of people prostrated themselves, kneeling in submission.

At this moment, Fang Yang looked down upon them, and a thrilling sense of holding ultimate power—the power of life and death—began to grow within him.

Fang Yang said nothing, simply savoring this peculiar sensation.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before. It wasn’t physical strength, but a deep spiritual satisfaction.

He felt incredibly gratified, almost wanting to order these people around, to curse and beat them... a very strange feeling!

After experiencing it, Fang Yang instantly wiped away this emotion, which he was already finding somewhat intoxicating.

It was like wiping dust from a clear mirror—leaving no trace, yet something that had to be done.

’So ruling a faction is a lot like playing a management sim game.’

’...No, there are still some differences. The reason I can feel this way is because of the platform.’

Fang Yang’s thoughts churned, and he once again burned these stray notions to ash.

With that, Fang Yang had finally brought the White Feathered Eagle tribe under his command.

Not long after, only Fang Yang and the White Feathered Eagle remained in the main tent.

At that moment, Fang Yang took out the painfully hot White Feather Order from his robes and gripped it tightly. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Immediately, a Fire Eagle Illusion carrying a vast amount of True Essence flew out from his True Essence Void Sea and rushed toward the White Feather Order.

He was refining the White Feather Order!

The White Feather Order buzzed, emitting a white light as plumes of white smoke continuously rose from it, rolling and taking the shape of a great eagle.

However, under the Fire Eagle Illusion’s assault, the white smoke steadily shrank.

During this process, the White Feathered Eagle standing to the side suddenly let out a sharp cry. Flames erupted from its wings, then spread to engulf its entire body.

Its body was wreathed in fire, its blood boiling—a sign of its bloodline purifying!

’Is it evolving into a Fire Eagle? What a lucky fool of a bird—’

Fang Yang glanced at the White Feathered Eagle’s transformation, then refocused his mind and concentrated on controlling the Fire Eagle Illusion.

This act of control yielded an incredible result. He immediately felt a power as profound as the heavens themselves imbuing his Fire Eagle Illusion, making it miraculous.

Having read the Daoist Ancient Scriptures since he was a child, he instantly realized:

—This mysterious power was remarkably similar to both the spirit-worshipping methods of the Red Flame Demon Country and the dynastic power of the Great Xuan Dynasty!

’So, as long as the White Feathered Eagle tribe grows stronger, the Fire Eagle Illusion will also transform and gain wondrous properties...’

’This Tier Five opportunity is actually a manifestation of destiny! Wait, this is already in the realm of saints, isn’t it? Such vast Divine Techniques...’

Ripples of surprise spread across the lake of Fang Yang’s mind.

In that moment, he began to understand why Tier Six was called the realm of saints.

Such magnificent Divine Techniques were simply unimaginable for Mortal Practitioners.

Because of this, Fang Yang felt a newfound respect for Sen Yue, whom he had never met.

’Sen Yue, a good man. May all good men have a peaceful life.’

...

The setting sun was the color of blood as night drew near.

Only a little light remained in the sky.

On the grasslands of the Silver Tribe, Fang Yang stood alone, gazing into the distance.

Before him, the White Feathered Eagle was beating its wings, frantically chasing a Small Frost Horse.

But this time, the White Feathered Eagle was not left in the dust. It stuck close to the Small Frost Horse and even surpassed it, relying on its powerful stamina!

’The power of a bloodline... No, if the White Feathered Eagle hadn’t gone through its own bitter training, it couldn’t have withstood the burning of the fierce flames. It worked hard for this on its own.’

At this moment, Fang Yang’s respect for the White Feathered Eagle grew immensely.

When the White Feathered Eagle returned, Fang Yang, pleased with its performance, leaned down and stroked its head, leaving the bird immensely satisfied.

"SCREE, SCREE..." The White Feathered Eagle raised its head, its eyes squinting in a smile.

...

Because of those two manifestations of destiny, Sen Yue’s army erupted with unprecedented potential. They mounted a sudden counterattack, even pushing into the territory under Qingkong’s command.

The intensity of the battles on the front lines escalated, growing more terrifying by the day.

"Fifth Lifebound Skill—Tribute from the Four Quarters!"

Desert Dragon’s black hair whipped about as the deep-ink long-spear in his hand let out an endless dragon’s roar.

In an instant, the figures of the Wind Marquis, the Rain Master, Duke Lei, and Dianmu appeared around him—a breathtaking sight.

A tremor as vast as thunder from the nine heavens erupted, striking the frontline armies with terror.

Under countless stunned gazes, Desert Dragon unleashed an unstoppable attack against the enemy general, as overwhelming as a landslide or a tsunami!

Besides Desert Dragon, the other generals in Sen Yue’s army also began to fight with their lives on the line, even resorting to forbidden techniques, all for the chance to reach the top two on the war merits leaderboard and obtain one of the two manifestations of destiny!

’Desert Dragon... what terrifying strength.’

Fang Yang, who was in the rear, felt this from a distance, then continued with his rescue operations.

Using the White Feathered Eagle for a high vantage point, Fang Yang rode a fine steed, leading the White Feathered Eagle tribe as they rushed about the rear, acting as near-perfect medics and frantically transporting the wounded to the medicine hall.

Fang Yang seemed to possess an innate talent for command; he led the troop of over three hundred people with surprising competence.

"Is this really Your Excellency’s first time leading troops?" Lu Yao marveled inwardly.

Anyone who has led a team knows that the more people there are, the more they have their own ideas, making it difficult to unite their efforts.

So, in addition to her amazement at the talent Fang Yang displayed, Lu Yao also felt a surge of joy in her heart.

Second Uncle Fang, who had been following Fang Yang the whole time, was also very pleased with his performance.

They were all pleased with Fang Yang, but in truth, Fang Yang was also quite pleased with his own situation.

After all, to find a relatively safe place amidst a chaotic battlefield was no easy feat!

...

While Fang Yang was busy, on the front lines, the Dao Seeds Qingkong and Sen Yue made their appearances one after another.

Only a Dao Seed can fight a Dao Seed.

Qingkong had been forced to enter the fray personally by Desert Dragon and the others, and because of this, he lost some of the initiative.

BOOM...

With a colossal thunderclap, a boundless wave of purple-gold light poured down like a flood, instantly turning the azure sky to purple-gold.

The brilliant radiance shook the entire battlefield, leaving thousands of people staring dumbfounded at the sky in disbelief.

Sen Yue slowly strode out into the void.

His eyes were indifferent. He wore a Purple Gold Daoist Robe, held the Four-sided Seal in one hand, and walked upon a great road of starlight. Behind him was a Dharma Aspect that blotted out the sun and sky.

The Taiyin Star Monarch!

The aura that erupted from him was as radiant as the bright moon; though not tyrannical, it was all the more unquestionable.

Because in his other hand, he held Qingkong, who was limp and barely breathing, like a dead dog!

A powerful pressure radiated from Sen Yue, spreading in all directions, immensely heavy.

"It’s Lord Sen Yue!"

"We won! We won!"

"Lord Qingkong... was defeated? This... this was too fast."

"Unbelievable, just unbelievable..."

Both armies were in an uproar, utterly shocked.

Sen Yue’s army cheered, their morale soaring.

Qingkong’s army was completely dejected, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

At this moment, all living beings on the battlefield clamored and trembled for Sen Yue!

’So this is Sen Yue... He has the bearing of an immortal, truly transcendent...’ Fang Yang thought to himself.

Seeing Sen Yue for the first time left Fang Yang deeply shaken.

But gradually, Fang Yang’s heart calmed. His demeanor became faintly indifferent, for he had his own source of pride—the ability to seek fortune and avoid disaster.