Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

The sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky.

Fang Yang and Qingkong faced off on the stage, the tension palpable.

"Fang Yang. I’ve finally, finally met you."

Qingkong sneered, casually waving his purple electric trident.

A wind stirred from nowhere, and his cyan, reverse-scale armor clattered, giving him an imposing and extraordinary air.

The ferocious electric python slowly turned, its serpentine eyes fixed coldly on Fang Yang.

Arcs of lightning blossomed around it, like a field of Golden Lotuses.

The auras of man and python linked together, becoming one seamless whole.

In an instant, the sneer vanished from Qingkong’s face, replaced by an expression of intense focus.

Fang Yang narrowed his eyes, growing even more wary. ’He truly is a prodigy. The moment he gets serious about a fight, he sheds all his arrogance.’

It was for this very reason that Fang Yang felt the pressure mount.

But a moment later, Fang Yang completely revised his opinion.

Because this Qingkong was far more overbearing than he had ever imagined!

It made sense. He had spent his entire life as the center of attention.

What prodigy wasn’t supremely confident in their ability to one day sweep through the Eight Domains, possessing the ambition to swallow the sun and moon?

Until they suffered a major setback, that momentum would only continue to build and climb.

Once that momentum manifested, the light it released could shatter mountains and rivers.

Such was the grand path to the Saint Realm!

But unfortunately, among any given generation, usually only one person could walk that path to the end.

Take Zhang Ye, for example. He once had that same world-swallowing ambition.

But ever since being surpassed by Fang Yang, Zhang Ye had abandoned that grand path to seek another.

"You got lucky and won Sen Hui’s favor, and now you dare to aim for the top? Have Sen Wei face me!" Qingkong said coldly. His thick black hair stood on end, and his eyes flashed like lightning.

He was trying to make Fang Yang angry, to provoke him!

"There’s no need for Sen Wei. I will be the one to suppress you," Fang Yang said calmly, standing in the center of the stage with one hand behind his back.

The next moment, Fang Yang’s eyes turned cold. An orange flame ignited, obscuring his face and giving him a terrifying, soul-shaking presence.

Just then, the resounding toll of a great bell echoed.

The duel had begun!

RUMBLE—

Two explosive reports echoed across the stage.

Fang Yang’s body was wreathed in Thunderfire Chains, and a massive Fire Eagle Illusion materialized behind him.

Qingkong mirrored him, a massive cyan python illusion coiling around his body, but the aura he exuded was even more violent and unrestrained!

It turned out Qingkong intended to take the offensive.

He had no intention of ceding the initiative to Fang Yang, nor of waiting for the White Feathered Eagle to be defeated.

So, right from the start, he unleashed his ultimate technique, just as Fang Yang had.

’Beat your wings, White Feathered Eagle,’ Fang Yang thought, lightly tapping his foot on the ground.

Instantly, the Fire Eagle Illusion beat its wings, lifting Fang Yang off the ground and into the air.

Here, the advantage of Fang Yang choosing to solidify the Fire Eagle Illusion’s wings first was on full display!

’Fire Skill, Lightning Skill, and a Flying Skill... Heh, all within my control.’ Qingkong, however, unhurriedly raised his trident and summoned a bolt of lightning.

BOOM! KRAKOOM! RUMBLE!

Just as Fang Yang was bearing down on Qingkong, streaks of lightning suddenly crackled into existence above him, descending from the heavens with a deafening roll of thunder.

Fang Yang froze for a moment before darting backward to find a better opening.

’Not yet. I can’t play my trump card, [Wind and Fire Together], just yet,’ Fang Yang thought, focusing his mind.

He continued to search for an opening, periodically swinging his battle spear to unleash orbs of flame shaped like fire eagles that lunged at Qingkong.

Fang Yang was waiting for the perfect chance to land a decisive blow.

If he revealed all his trump cards and still failed to defeat Qingkong and his electric python, it would be a disaster.

Using his final trump card would almost completely deplete his True Essence.

If that happened, his combat strength would be reduced to only that of his White Feathered Eagle, and the eagle alone was no match for the electric python.

He couldn’t afford to trade blows and take them both out of the fight!

’Damn it, his attacks are so ferocious. Why does it feel like I can’t suppress him?’ Qingkong’s eyelid twitched.

Clash after clash, Qingkong suddenly realized he truly couldn’t overpower Fang Yang.

In other words, without his electric python’s help, he really would have been suppressed and torn apart by Fang Yang.

"I don’t believe it!" A sharp light flared in Qingkong’s eyes.

The aura around him suddenly surged, growing even more terrifying. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

His cyan, reverse-scale armor rattled, and his black hair writhed like a nest of vipers. A column of blood-red energy erupted from his body like a signal flare.

Beside him, the electric python roared.

"The electric python’s blood energy is as vast as a great river. A mere White Feathered Eagle can’t possibly contend with it!" Desert Dragon said quietly.

The Dao Seed, Yuxuan, smiled. "A trace of Thunder Flood Dragon bloodline is indeed enough to overwhelm most Fierce Beasts and make the electric python a king among them."

"But... if I remember correctly, didn’t the Monarch bestow a [Gift of Manifested Fortune] that Fang Yang and his White Feathered Eagle refined?" the Dao Seed, Qingkong, suddenly brought up.

A Desolate Beast’s bloodline was indeed something a Fierce Beast could hardly match.

Desolate Beasts belonged to the Saint Realm, while Fierce Beasts belonged to the Mortal Realm.

And as they say, only something of the Saint Realm can fight against the Saint Realm.

And as it happened, the White Feathered Eagle was empowered by that [Gift of Manifested Fortune].

"No one can suppress me!" Qingkong roared, fiercely swinging his trident.

The strike sent lightning crackling through the air, creating a shockwave that sounded like a tsunami.

"..." Fang Yang’s gaze remained steady, his rationality bordering on cold indifference.

SWOOSH! He furiously beat his wings, soaring high into the sky to evade the attack.

Attack with seventy percent of your strength, and hold thirty in reserve.

Knowing his White Feathered Eagle was no match for the electric python, Fang Yang naturally settled down and waited for an opportunity.

An instant later, Fang Yang again swung his battle spear, blasting out orbs of fire-eagle flames that lunged at Qingkong.

At this moment, Qingkong was being suppressed by Fang Yang, suffering immensely.

It just went to show that in a battle between Low-Tier Cultivators, whoever controlled the skies had the advantage!

However, although Qingkong’s offensive strategy had failed, he wasn’t panicking in the slightest.

Maintaining these ultimate techniques was a massive test for both their True Essence and their Pet Beasts!

According to the prevailing popular opinion, all Qingkong had to do was wait for his electric python to defeat the White Feathered Eagle. Then, he would naturally be able to defeat Fang Yang.

"If Fang Yang’s Pet Beast weren’t a White Feathered Eagle, but a Fire Eagle, wouldn’t Ah Mang be losing to him right now...?" Le Shiyu murmured, staring blankly at the heroic figure in mid-air.

’Sigh, if I had known Ah Yang would grow this fast, I shouldn’t have gotten him a White Feathered Eagle egg. I should have sold everything I owned to get him a Fire Eagle egg instead. Then things wouldn’t be so difficult for him,’ Second Uncle Fang thought with regret.

’Come on, White Feathered Eagle, don’t let everyone look down on you! I know you have vast potential inside you, so unleash it! If you miss your chance on this stage, Ah Yang will slowly move on from you, and you two will drift apart.’ Seventh Uncle Fang was extremely tense. Knowing the White Feathered Eagle’s temperament, he couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat for the creature.

’Fang Yang, aren’t you going to use your real power? A person like you would never place your hopes in others. You only trust yourself.’ A starry fire ignited in Zhang Ye’s eyes, his gaze fixed solely on Fang Yang’s figure, seeing nothing else.

Although the battle was incredibly fierce and the situation was gradually turning in Qingkong’s favor, everyone knew the final outcome was still up in the air.

The chances were slim, but it was still possible for Fang Yang to make a comeback.

"SCREE! SCREE..."

The White Feathered Eagle, which had been enduring immense pressure, couldn’t help but cry out.

Its bloodline was boiling, burning like a raging inferno that threatened to incinerate everything.

Its eyes darkened, and its body became coated in a dark, baleful light. Even the Fire Eagle Illusion began to change its form.

Its aura surged, climbing higher and higher, rapidly approaching the electric python’s power level—and even threatening to surpass it!

Although the change was subtle, it was enough to make the great figures like Desert Dragon, Yuxuan, and the Dao Seed Qingkong narrow their eyes and watch intently.

"Fire Eagle Essence Blood?"

"Not only that. The most important factor is the [Gift of Manifested Fortune]!"

"Incredible. To think a little White Feathered Eagle could cause such a stir."

"The tides of battle are turning again... Is this why the ’Monarch’ wanted to observe? Fang Yang is truly impressive..."