Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

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The Changkong Treasure Vault housed a vast collection of treasures.

Here, one could find not only Sacred Materials and Sacred Artifacts, but even damaged artifacts of Great Saints, and even treasures that a Great Saint would covet.

However, most of the time, divine items possessed spirits of their own and would conceal their presence.

What treasures one could obtain upon entering the vault largely depended on whether they had the good fortune.

People chose Spiritual Objects, but Spiritual Objects also chose people.

One can only imagine how strict the conditions were to enter the Changkong Treasure Vault.

In the past, Fang Yang had only earned the chance to step inside because he had become a Tier Three First Martial King, a feat not seen in a thousand years.

The last time he was here, he had gained the recognition of the Yimu Saint Spear.

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DONG!

From the distant horizon, a footstep suddenly echoed.

It was like the great boom of a celestial drum, merging with the pulse of this small world and resounding with extreme clarity in the hearts of the Saints guarding the Changkong Treasure Vault.

The sun was setting in the west, its afterglow spilling across the sky.

A vast red halo dyed the clouds a dreamlike hue.

At the edge of the Cloud Sea, a figure was approaching, one step at a time.

He wore deep black Daoist robes, his face handsome, and his posture as straight as a spear and as sharp as a sword, radiating a heroic spirit!

Though his expression was calm, his eyes seemed to glitter like a river of stars, containing the rise and fall of suns and moons, and even seemed to manifest nascent Chaos Qi.

Fang Yang!

At this moment, the evening glow fell upon Fang Yang, painting him with a layer of dreamlike splendor.

It made him appear all the more otherworldly, like a banished immortal.

The elegance and indescribable heroic bearing of that single moment sent a great shock through the guardian Saints.

"He’s becoming even more extraordinary," said the Luoshan Saint of the Lin family, a direct ancestor of Lin Shenghuang.

"Fang... Yang..." Chen Kui murmured from the side, a complicated look in her eyes.

Previously, at Ciyu the Great Saint’s birthday banquet, she had witnessed Fang Yang’s incomparably domineering side.

And now, in the treasure vault, she was getting another glimpse of Fang Yang’s magnificence.

The regret she had tried so hard to bury began to creep out again, strand by strand, from the depths of her heart.

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The Changkong Armory.

The sky was a deep blue, with faint streaks of multicolored light flickering within it.

From the land below rose all kinds of strange roars and long cries—the roars of tigers and lions, the cries of sparrows and eagles.

Patches of treasured land bloomed with dazzling divine light while also exuding all sorts of sharp auras.

Under the watchful eyes of the Luoshan Saint, Chen Kui, and the others, Fang Yang began to wander through the Changkong Treasure Vault.

At this moment, Fang Yang strolled along with his hands behind his back, his posture relaxed.

[Average-Good Fortune: After the bell chimes nine times, draw out the Yimu Saint Spear. You will obtain one Tier Seven opportunity. No hidden dangers, no risks. Auspicious.]

Despite the fortune’s guidance, he wasn’t in a hurry to wait for that Tier Seven opportunity.

’...To become a Saint and ascend to immortality, one thing is certain: I must forge the Donghuang Chaos Bell.’

’But the residual rhyme is hard to come by. If I fail to manifest the Donghuang Chaos Bell, there will surely be repercussions.’

’To ensure I succeed on the first try, I’ll need to forge other Sacred Artifacts first to get some practice.’

Fang Yang’s thoughts moved like lightning.

The Flame Robe, the Golden Crow Saint Fan, and other such Sacred Artifacts were all items he had possessed in different dreams.

So he resolved to first try forging these Sacred Artifacts before attempting the Donghuang Chaos Bell.

Once his mind was made up, a smile appeared on his face.

"This Sacred Material of the Fire Dao School is excellent. It’s fated to be mine."

Within a Sea of Fire, a Thirty-Sixth Grade fiery-red lotus slowly bloomed, releasing a dazzling divine light that fell like a rain of fire, its might extraordinary.

With a WHOOSH, it flew into Fang Yang’s hand.

"This Sacred Material of the Light Dao School isn’t bad either. It’s also fated to be mine."

"Hehe, you’re fated to be mine as well."

"Wait, this is a Law Dao Sacred Material? Hmph, it’s fated to be mine too!"

"..."

With a tap of his foot, Fang Yang instantly transformed into a Golden-Winged Dapeng.

He soared through the sky, his entire body enveloped in a golden radiance. Like a celestial god, he was terrifyingly powerful, exuding an aura of absolute supremacy as he looked down upon the world.

Right now, he was zipping through the void of the treasure vault’s small world, the ground below littered with his afterimages.

His actions caused Chen Kui’s delicate face to gradually twist into a grimace.

After all, when ordinary prodigies came to the Changkong Treasure Vault, they could at most obtain a single opportunity.

This was true even if you were a First Martial King or a Dao Seed.

But Fang Yang just had to be the Profound Domain Celestial Mandate!

The prerogative of the Celestial Mandate was to break the rules.

Even if Fang Yang took every treasure, no one else could say a thing.

It was just that the more Chen Kui watched, the more her heart ached.

This was because in all her years, she had only ever managed to take a single Tier Six Sacred Material from the Changkong Treasure Vault.

Compared to Fang Yang, her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by a venomous snake, throbbing with a dull pain.

HUUU...

Chen Kui took a deep breath and closed her eyes. ’Out of sight, out of mind.’

Beside her, the Luoshan Saint also watched Fang Yang with a look of undisguised envy.

"One, two, three, four... every single Sacred Material ends up in his hands," the Luoshan Saint sighed.

His words were like a sharp sword piercing straight into Chen Kui’s heart, making her increasingly restless.

This was because, to a certain extent, there was some history between her and Fang Yang.

Years ago, her younger sister Chen Ying had made a pact with Fang Yang to give him Fire Eagle Essence on the day of his Enlightenment Ceremony, to help him awaken the ’Fire Eagle’ Spirit Body.

But on the eve of the Enlightenment Ceremony, she had appeared and stopped her sister.

The root of it was that she looked down on Fang Yang. She didn’t believe that a down-and-out orphan from a minor family like him had any chance of turning his life around.

She believed that if her sister continued to get entangled with Fang Yang, she would only lower her own status and waste her youth.