Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

’Fang Yang... not someone worth entrusting your life to!’

However, after that, Fang Yang’s rise was swift. He even won the favor of Sen Hui and others from the Sen clan, becoming like a rising sun whose momentum was unstoppable.

Now, Fang Yang was the holder of the Profound Domain Celestial Mandate and the Young Venerable—an existence so lofty that she, and indeed the entire Chen lineage, could never hope to associate with.

In the dead of some quiet nights, she had also wondered, ’If I hadn’t stopped my little sister, would she and Fang Yang have gotten together? Would they have had a happy union?’

DONG!——DONG!——DONG!——

Nine successive, massive bell tolls completely pulled Chen Kui from her reverie.

She opened her eyes and gazed at Fang Yang in the distance.

In the next instant, her eyes flew wide and her mouth fell slightly agape.

...

Fang Yang stood with his hands clasped behind his back. With a slight stir of his robes, he summoned the Yimu Sacred Spear.

BOOM! Thunder suddenly cracked across the sky, the Cloud Sea roiled, and a Suanni roared at the moon.

In a flash, a sea of lightning erupted in brilliant light. A fierce gale swept through this pocket of the world, sending sand and stones flying. Lightning interlaced the sky as various Thunder Dao Fierce Beasts materialized all at once.

The Yimu Sacred Spear quivered, making the very void tremble. A majestic tide of violet-cyan lightning erupted, surging in from all directions like a tidal wave to converge upon it.

Yet Fang Yang’s expression remained placid. His entire being radiated a strange, divine light, and his aura was terrifyingly majestic, setting him high above all else.

As everyone watched, the Yimu Sacred Spear transformed into a colossal Cyan Thunder Talisman Tree. It took root in the sea of lightning, voraciously absorbing the electricity as its aura strengthened, bit by bit.

A seed becomes a great sapling, a sapling becomes a great tree, and a tree must blossom and bear fruit...

Fang Yang had known for a long time that for the Yimu Sacred Spear to return to the ranks of Tier Seven Sacred Artifacts, the Cyan Thunder Talisman Tree within it had to blossom and bear fruit!

Now, the Yimu Sacred Spear had obtained a great stroke of fortune, and the Cyan Thunder Talisman Tree it had become was truly beginning to blossom and bear fruit.

"A Thunder Dao Sacred Artifact... a Tier Seven Thunder Dao Sacred Artifact." Chen Kui’s gaze was vacant as she stared, dumbfounded, at the figure in the sea of lightning who seemed like a banished immortal.

As a Saint who had just entered Tier Six, she was naturally aware of how rare Sacred Artifacts were.

Sacred Artifacts are one of a kind!

A Sacred Artifact is like a Saint’s second life, valuable enough to turn partners into sworn enemies and make fathers and sons kill one another.

And now, right before her eyes, Fang Yang had actually elevated the Sacred Artifact in his hand from Tier Six to Tier Seven. What kind of terrifying power was this?

"The Yimu Sacred Spear?!" Elsewhere, the expression on Saint Luoshan’s face changed in a flash, and her body began to tremble violently.

Saint Luoshan was not trembling in awe. She was trembling with excitement.

Because the original owner of the Yimu Sacred Spear was the Yimu Divine General.

And the Yimu Divine General’s name was Lin Muteng—a forebear of the Lin family who had long since passed!

In his time, the Yimu Divine General had wielded the Yimu Sacred Spear to slay three Demon Saints of the same realm in succession before he finally fell in battle.

However, because the battle had been so brutal, the Yimu Sacred Spear’s tier gradually fell. It had to be placed in the Changkong Treasure Vault to be nurtured, awaiting someone with the right destiny to reawaken it.

’I never expected this. I truly never expected this.’ The light in Saint Luoshan’s eyes flickered, and a torrential downpour of thoughts flooded her mind.

If possible, she wanted to retrieve the Yimu Sacred Spear and return it to the Lin lineage, where it would serve as part of their foundational power.

But she also knew that Fang Yang must have poured immense effort and resources into restoring the Yimu Sacred Spear to its current state. There was no way she could just take it back with empty words.

’I’ve got it.’ Her gaze hardened with determination.

She knew there was some subtle friction between her clan’s "Heaven’s Chosen," Lin Shenghuang, and Fang Yang.

Nevertheless, she decided she would have Lin Shenghuang befriend Fang Yang and build a good relationship.

If necessary, she could even have Lin Shenghuang marry Fang Yang.

Then, when Fang Yang eventually became a Venerable or left for the Immortal Realm, she could take the opportunity to ask for the Yimu Sacred Spear’s return.

’The problem, though, is whether Fang Yang will even find Saint Phoenix worthy of his notice.’ She frowned slightly, sensing this would be a thorny issue.

...

Meanwhile.

As he witnessed the Yimu Sacred Spear’s metamorphosis, Fang Yang had an epiphany.

Aided by the Celestial Destiny Mark, he verged on entering a state of Enlightenment Dao.

Suddenly, Thunder Control the Great Saint materialized to watch over him.

Fang Yang, however, paid no mind to his surroundings, his gaze fixed solely on the Cyan Thunder Talisman Tree that the spear had become.

’Lightning is destruction, but it is also rebirth.’

’The heavenly might of thunder, blazing in the sky.’

"..."

Fang Yang’s robes trembled. Beneath them, a boundless and turbulent sea of lightning-light surged.

In an instant, endless orbs of light erupted into the sky. They crashed into the heavens like a mountain torrent before exploding with a deafening ROAR.

From beneath his robes, an enormous violet Suanni emerged first, its body wreathed in majestic lightning as it suppressed the entire area.

After it, a great silver moon leaped forth, soaring high into the dome of the sky. It hung there, high above, bathing all creation in its light. Each ray of moonlight was actually Five Elements Divine Thunder condensed to its absolute limit—terrifying to behold.

A Suanni, a silver moon, a torrential downpour...

All around Fang Yang, various Thunder Dao manifestations appeared, each one incomparably dominant.

Gradually, a peculiar ripple began to emanate from Fang Yang’s body, causing this pocket of the world to resonate in response, as if it were cheering with joy.

"A Thunder Dao... Grandmaster?!" The expression on Thunder Control the Great Saint’s face shifted slightly as he stared intently at Fang Yang.

"That’s right. Grandmaster-level mastery in the Thunder Dao School. Ah Yang is now a Grandmaster of two schools: Thunder and Fire." At some point, Han Wu the Sub-Venerable had appeared beside Thunder Control the Great Saint.

At that moment, both of them were reeling with shock.

They knew that Fang Yang had already demonstrated the mastery of a Fire Dao Grandmaster on the Dream Battlefield.

And now, he had become a Grandmaster of both the Thunder and Fire Dao Schools.

In terms of his comprehension of the Dao alone, he had far surpassed an ordinary Great Saint.

A dual-school Grandmaster at the age of thirty-one... this was simply unprecedented, an achievement that shook the past and would dazzle the future. Not even the Vast Sea Venerable Emperor had managed such a feat.

Such talent and aptitude were truly worthy of the Kunpeng Ancestor, and worthy of one who held the Celestial Mandate for an entire domain.