Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

"I’m going to deal with the loose ends first." Thunder Control the Great Saint’s elegant brows furrowed.

With a flick of her sleeve, a dreamy, azure divine light flowed from Thunder Control the Great Saint, swiftly enveloping Saint Luoshan, Chen Kui, and the other guardian Saints.

HUMMM. The guardian Saints’ eyes glazed over with confusion.

"..." Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, was speechless.

In his opinion, there was nothing worth hiding.

Fang Yang had already reached such a high status. Whether he hid his trump cards or not, he would still draw significant attention from the other Venerable lineages.

......

The sky was dim, blanketed by dark clouds.

A cold wind rose, and a light rain began to fall, stippling the surface of a pond with endless ripples.

At this moment, Lin Shenghuang stood motionless before the pond, lost in a daze.

Just moments ago, she had received a message from her clan’s Old Ancestor Luoshan, telling her to find an opportunity to get on good terms with Fang Yang.

’For the Yimu Sacred Spear, for the very survival of the Lin clan... I have to curry favor with Fang Yang?’ Lin Shenghuang’s eyes glazed over in disbelief.

She was now a Saint at the early stage of Tier Six.

Even among the younger generation of the Xuan Domain, she had made a name for herself.

But to ask her to conquer Fang Yang’s heart? She felt as if her old ancestor had gone mad and was spouting utter nonsense!

Besides, her relationship with Fang Yang was far from good.

In the beginning, she had even plotted to obstruct Fang Yang and slow his cultivation speed.

Although she had failed because Fang Yang was under the protection of Sen Wei and Sen Hui, she had still been quietly looking for a chance to strike.

It was only after watching Fang Yang’s meteoric rise from afar that she had abandoned the idea entirely.

And now, her old ancestor had completely changed his tune, wanting her to use her feminine wiles to win Fang Yang over by any means necessary.

This kind of hypocritical reversal... was this really happening to her?!

In an instant, Lin Shenghuang was so angry she ground her teeth.

She had a tall, slender figure. Her dress fluttered in the wind, accentuating her narrow waist and long, straight legs.

Merely standing by the pond, she was a stunning sight, her every glance radiant.

Now, flushed with anger, she possessed an even more astonishing charm.

’Back then, I didn’t even yield to Sen Yue. You think I’d yield to a little brat like you? Hmph.’

Lin Shenghuang’s face was ice-cold as she crushed the communication jade slip in her hand.

Yet, deep down, she couldn’t help but feel a heavy weight in her heart.

An invisible pressure, like a tide of Ten Thousand Jins Heavy Water, was bearing down on her, making it hard to breathe.

No matter how proud she was, Fang Yang’s current status was something she could no longer afford to ignore.

Even if Fang Yang himself had never expressed any such intentions.

.........

Meteor Cliff was one of the Thunder Saint Academy’s most treasured locations, an ideal place for Saints to refine Sacred Artifacts.

And Ten Thousand Thunder Cliff was a treasured land a tier even higher than Meteor Cliff.

Even Great Saints often performed their Artifact Refining here!

At this moment, Ten Thousand Thunder Cliff had been completely requisitioned by Fang Yang and sealed off.

Yimu Divine Thunder Tribulation Clouds, Sunflower Water Divine Thunder Tribulation Clouds, Bing Fire Divine Thunder Tribulation Clouds...

Beyond the Five Elements Divine Thunder, there were also the Yin Yang Celestial Thunder, the Slaying Blood Thunder, and countless others.

Each tribulation cloud contained power that surpassed a Tier Six Saint.

"To refine a Sacred Artifact while still in the Mortal Realm... that’s a Young Venerable for you~" a Saint-level instructor exclaimed from outside Ten Thousand Thunder Cliff, their voice filled with awe.

These words immediately sparked a discussion among the other spectating Saints.

"Back in the day, Sen Yue also came to Ten Thousand Thunder Cliff and refined several Sacred Artifacts. I wonder if Fang Yang can replicate that feat."

"You can’t compare them like that. After all, Sen Yue had already entered the Saint realm at the time."

"Heh, a Young Venerable is someone who breaks convention. You can afford to be a little bolder with your predictions..."

A clamor of voices rose, most of them comparing Fang Yang to Sen Yue.

After all, in a way, this could be considered a contest between Fang Yang and Sen Yue across time.

This was only natural. As the one seemingly destined to succeed Sen Yue, it was impossible for people not to compare them.

"Sen Yue, Fang Yang..." Amidst the white clouds, Layman Shuqing and Master Lanwen looked at each other, utterly silent.

Compared to the other Saint-level instructors, they knew both Sen Yue and Fang Yang quite well.

From the moment Fang Yang first entered the Saint Institute, they had recognized his immense potential.

But no matter what they had imagined, they never would have predicted that Fang Yang would actually supplant Sen Yue, shouldering the mantle of "Destiny" to become the new leader.

It was too outrageous. Who could have possibly imagined it?

It could only be said that the world was full of unpredictable turns.

And now, another "duel across time" between Fang Yang and Sen Yue was unfolding. They both hoped Fang Yang could not only match Sen Yue, but even surpass him!

Because at the end of the day, actions speak louder than words.

...

Inside Ten Thousand Thunder Cliff, everything was sealed off.

In the sky, swaths of tribulation clouds drifted and merged, their rolling thunder connecting to form a vast Thunder Pool.

And deep within that Thunder Pool, several indistinct figures could be faintly seen, exuding a terrifying and utterly dreadful aura.

To the side, Thunder Control the Great Saint stood alone, silently gazing at Fang Yang, who was positioned on the cliff’s edge.

At this moment, Fang Yang looked up, his gaze fixed on the tribulation clouds in the sky.

When the Bing Fire Divine Thunder and the other Five Elements Divine Thunder connected and merged, the sleeve of his profound-black Daoist robe stirred.

BANG! A fiery-red robe flew out, drawing in the arcs of Bing Fire Divine Thunder that danced across the sky.

The arcs of divine thunder were like rivers of magma, exceptionally brilliant as they flowed down through the void.

They continuously battered the flame robe, altering its appearance. In an instant, Fire Runes surged forth like a tidal wave, densely covering the entire sky.

BOOM!

Fang Yang waved his sleeve. The Fire Cauldron began to hum and vibrate, its entire body glowing.

Artifact Refining, Alchemy, and Talisman Refining were all paths belonging to the school of the Refining Dao.