Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Auspicious light rained down from the heavens, and sweet springs welled up from the earth.

Golden Lotuses bloomed from the void, filling the air with a rare, sweet fragrance.

The world was awash in vibrant color, suffused with an air of peace.

A path of golden light cut across the void, extending downward.

It descended before Sen Hui, Sub-Venerable Han Wu, and Thunder Control the Great Saint.

Just as when the previous Lord of the Golden Crow emerged into the world, the moment Fang Yang became a Saint, this realm gave birth to auspicious signs, as if rejoicing.

Although Fang Yang had become a Saint through the dual schools of Thunder and Fire Dao.

But because of the Donghuang Chaos Bell, he was more inclined towards the Fire Dao School.

Beneath the shattered sky, Fang Yang descended at a leisurely pace.

He was like a banished immortal descending upon the world, robes fluttering, his bearing otherworldly and transcendent.

Just by watching him, Thunder Control the Great Saint felt an astonishing heat descend around her.

Aside from ancient terrors like the Fire Qilin, if someone claimed he was the incarnation of the Fire Dao School, Thunder Control the Great Saint would not have doubted it in the slightest.

Seeing this, Sub-Venerable Han Wu's eyes lit up. He smiled and said, "Excellent. You have now crossed the threshold and taken a very solid step on your cultivation path."

The Mortal Realm and the Saint realm were, after all, on two entirely different planes of existence.

Only now could Fang Yang be said to be truly on the path to surpassing Sen Yue, and even to forging a way entirely his own.

Thunder Control the Great Saint said with a serious expression, "As long as no Dao Artifacts are involved, you can likely roam the Eight Domains of Heaven and Earth as you please."

She looked at the devastatingly handsome Fang Yang and sighed inwardly.

Because she could faintly sense a subtle, almost imperceptible trace of danger emanating from him.

'This is outrageous!'

'I'm a legendary Great Saint.'

'Even if he is a Young Venerable, he's only just stepped into the Saint realm.'

'How could someone like that possibly pose a threat to me?'

'Even if it's just an insignificant trace of a threat for now.'

'But I don't even give ordinary Great Saints a second thought.'

At that moment, she pushed aside her stray thoughts.

In her mind, Fang Yang was no longer a junior of peerless talent, but a fellow Great Saint.

She was actually starting to shift her perspective, to see Fang Yang as an equal!

Facing the praise of the two elders, Fang Yang returned a smile.

He took Sen Hui's delicate hand in his. It felt like warm, soft jade, and a light fragrance wafted from her.

He said, "The Saint realm and the Mortal Realm... they truly are two entirely different experiences."

The very next moment, the scene changed again, causing Sen Hui's bright eyes to sparkle.

With but a thought from Fang Yang, the sky instantly filled with a rain of shimmering, crystalline petals of light. The rain of light-petals was dazzling and exquisitely beautiful. They danced under the moonlit night, accompanied by the celestial strains of a Guqin's Immortal Sound. It was a breathtakingly beautiful scene, impossible to forget.

With a single thought, he could change the heavens, materialize Primordial Qi, and manipulate the powers of the world at will.

Sacred Artifacts, Immortal Essence, Blessed Lands... and so on.

There were many other things that Fang Yang had yet to reveal.

But this single display was enough to make Sub-Venerable Han Wu and Thunder Control the Great Saint's eyes light up with amazement.

It was also enough to fill Sen Hui's heart with joy.

......

For now, the matter of his ascension to Sainthood was settled.

At this moment, Fang Yang was in his own Blessed Land.

His Blessed Land was incomparably vast; its borders could not be seen in a single glance.

Even more special was the fact that his Blessed Land faintly reflected the very origin of the Eight Domains of Heaven and Earth.

In truth, much like the grades of Spirit Bodies, the grades of Blessed Lands were also divided into C, B, A, and the "special perfect" grade.

Young Great Saints like Muri Guang Huang, for instance, had opened up special perfect-grade Blessed Lands.

But right now, Fang Yang's Blessed Land had completely transcended the special perfect-grade.

Such a vast territory was a clear testament to the incredible depth of his Great Dao foundation.

This was indirect proof that he possessed the qualifications to dominate an entire era!

What was even more amazing was that this was merely the evolution of his first Immortal Acupoint.

Once his second Immortal Acupoint evolved, it would become a Dream Dao Blessed Land, perfectly aligning with the current trend of the era.

With the blessing of the Dream Emperor's Dharma Aspect, the Blessed Land from his second Immortal Acupoint would undoubtedly be stronger than the first, not weaker.

A smile touched Fang Yang's eyes:

'I'll tentatively name this Blessed Land the Heaven's Mandate Blessed Land.'

'The Heaven's Mandate Blessed Land is vast and sparsely populated, with countless mystical realms awaiting development.'

'Living beings... I need lots and lots of living beings.'

'It seems my [Ignite the Divine Fire] technique can now be developed freely.'

The Heaven's Mandate Blessed Land was vast, with numerous mystical realms. It could easily support the survival of multiple tribes. Fang Yang could even emulate the structure of the Eight Domains of Heaven and Earth, establishing the prototypes for various factions. This would allow the beings in his Blessed Land to fully exercise their own initiative.

The next moment, Fang Yang looked up to see a great sun and a bright moon hanging in the firmament.

The joy in his heart grew even stronger.

For a Blessed Land to have changing celestial phenomena was already a rare feat.

If it had a distinction between day and night, it proved the world already possessed a profound foundation.

At the very least, its Cosmic Dao Laws were exceptionally complete.

Possessing a great sun and a bright moon, however, was a hallmark of a Grotto-Heaven Immortal Acupoint.

And only Great Saints, at the very minimum, possessed Grotto-Heaven Immortal Acupoints!

His Heaven's Mandate Blessed Land had only just been born, yet it already possessed such characteristics.

His Heaven's Mandate Blessed Land was already infinitely close to a Grotto-Heaven Immortal Acupoint. How could he not be overjoyed?

"Go," he commanded with a thought.

In an instant, several streaks of light shot out from his body.

The Donghuang Chaos Bell, the Yimu Saint Spear, the Golden Crow Saint Fan, the Flame Robe... and more.

The Donghuang Chaos Bell flew into the sky, merging with the great sun to take control of the sun and moon's cycles within the Blessed Land.

The Yimu Saint Spear transformed into a tribulation cloud of thunder and lightning, hanging high in the sky to preside over the ascension tribulations of the Blessed Land's inhabitants.