Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

[Medium-Low Fortune: Sacrifice the Profound Domain's Celestial Destiny Mark to Void Heaven, causing the world's source to gather. There is a chance to obtain a single Tier Eight opportunity, but your celestial mandate will be lost, sparking widespread resentment and fury. The danger and chaos will be unpredictable, every step fraught with peril. Ominous.]

At this very moment, Fang Yang lowered his gaze to the fortune slip, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

He quickly pieced many things together:

'Void Heaven... it's existed for countless years.'

'It appeared even before the Immemorial Era of Saint Emperor Vast Sun.'

'It's even suspected to be the grand creation of some supreme existence from the Immortal Realm.'

'Countless Venerables have tirelessly sought it, but none have ever found it.'

'So that's it! Void Heaven is simply another manifestation of the source of the Eight Domains of Heaven and Earth!'

'It has no consciousness of its own, but it possesses an incredibly strong desire to devour things like the Celestial Destiny Marks of the Eight Domains.'

'No wonder it's a place all Venerables must contend for.'

In that instant, the depth of Fang Yang's knowledge became apparent.

His diligent efforts to read widely had paid off immensely.

Inevitably, he too began to feel a deep yearning for Void Heaven.

For even if every Venerable in history were resurrected and returned to the present day, whoever controlled Void Heaven would, without a doubt, hold the ultimate high ground.

Such an existence would be inherently invincible within the Eight Domains!

At the same time, Fang Yang also understood that once his Dream Emperor Blessed Land came into being, he must never, ever enter Void Heaven from within it.

At that moment, Fang Yang's mind was reeling.

This discovery was simply too astonishing!

...

Colorful butterflies fluttered about, weaving gracefully through the flowerbeds.

A breeze from the river rustled, causing the lotus seed pods to sway.

In a riverside pavilion, Fang Min was refining a Spiritual Object while Yu Dieyi stood guard nearby.

After a long while, Fang Min finished. A cold light flashed in her eyes, making Yu Dieyi's heart leap into her throat.

Yu Dieyi said softly, "Xiaomin, I've noticed that the Saint instructors, and even the two vice deans, are paying much more attention to you."

"Is that so?" Fang Min lowered her gaze, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly.

She considered this for a moment, then nodded lightly.

Indeed, over this period, she had earned the high regard of many Saints, such as Master Lanwen and Layman Shuqing.

Even the two vice deans, Chenri the Great Saint and Ciyu the Great Saint, were now paying attention to her.

The most obvious sign was her ability to easily accept exclusive missions from the Saints.

"Hmph, hmph."

Fang Min smiled smugly. "This is all thanks to Ah Yang. I wasn't lying to you, was I?"

If even Fang Xuan could figure it out, then of course Fang Min understood as well.

Therefore, she had even more confidence in her bid to reach the Great Sage Realm as a youth.

'I have to become stronger. Much stronger.'

'She believed Fang Yang could definitely become a Venerable, perhaps even open a path to the Immortal Realm.'

'But after Fang Yang leaves, the Fang Clan will inevitably weaken.'

'That's when it will be my turn to protect the Fang Clan.'

'I will protect all of this!'

'And that includes ensuring Sen Hui's position as the clan matriarch remains unshakeable!'

"..." Yu Dieyi was speechless.

Thanks to Fang Min's influence, Yu Dieyi's admiration for Fang Yang had reached a level just shy of die-hard devotion.

But Yu Dieyi still felt that Fang Min was becoming a bit too fanatical.

'This best friend of mine... is something a little off with her?'

...

Dongfang Moran, Fang Yang's old rival.

He had already heard the news from his older sister, Dongfang Mobai, that Fang Yang had become a Saint.

In that moment, he was rendered speechless.

Over a decade ago, he had been the one to propose a pact with Fang Yang: they would face each other again in a duel at the Saint Institute.

But now, it seemed he couldn't even see Fang Yang's shadow anymore.

A sigh escaped his lips.

His feeling of helplessness was a sentiment shared by the entire younger generation of the Profound Domain.

The despair Fang Yang instilled in them was even deeper than what they felt from Sen Yue.

Before, they could at least find excuses to console themselves.

For instance, they could say that Sen Yue's current success was all thanks to the help of his powerful father, Han Wu the Sub-Venerable.

But when faced with Fang Yang, what excuses could they possibly make?

The cold, hard reality served as a brutal wake-up call for the younger generation of the Profound Domain.

......

「That night.」

「Bai Zhi Dojo.」

Dazzling lights, like silver flowers on fiery trees, bloomed in the sky, a brilliant display of fireworks.

Fang Yang and Sen Hui had just bid farewell to Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint and were now strolling along a path in the medicine garden.

The night was dark, and the moonlight flowed like water.

The path through the medicine garden was lined with all kinds of precious Spirit Grasses and Spirit Medicines.

As the night breeze blew past, it carried with it a medley of exotic fragrances.

The medicine garden, secluded from the bustling world, was quiet and serene, yet held a faint, gentle warmth.

Fang Yang held Sen Hui's delicate hand, and they walked side-by-side, sharing quiet words.

The night air was somewhat desolate, but the presence of the person beside him chased away any hint of loneliness.

"Do you remember our first competition, back in the Cangmu Banner Medicine Hall?" Sen Hui asked, her voice gentle.

Fang Yang paused, slightly surprised. "Of course, I remember," he said. "We were both competing, and in the end, you came out 'slightly ahead' and won Second Uncle's approval."

Sen Hui gazed at him with deep affection. "To be honest, I know I was the one who lost that competition."

Fang Yang fell silent for a moment, a rare occurrence for him. He deflected, "Back then, your Yimu Spirit Body could communicate with plant spirits. Of course you were stronger than me."

"I'm the one who lost," Sen Hui insisted, a nostalgic look on her face. "I knew even then that you held back at the last moment. But seeing you so aloof and proud, I don't know why... my competitive spirit just took over."

Fang Yang squeezed her hand gently. "It's been so many years. You still remember all that?"

Sen Hui lifted her gaze to the moon, lost in silent thought.

The brilliant moonlight illuminated her, making her already lovely face glow and adding to her radiance.

Her fair skin seemed to become even more translucent and soft.

In that moment, she looked like a moon goddess who had descended to the mortal world—sacred and pure.

"But ever since then, I've never been able to get it out of my mind."

A blissful smile graced her lips. "And after that, for one reason or another, I gradually found myself... caring for you."

The night was perfect!

A beauty at his side!

Hearing her words, a fire ignited in Fang Yang's heart.

"Xiaohui."

"Mhm... alright."

In a flash, their figures vanished from the medicine garden.

Seeing this, the master of the dojo, Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint, couldn't help but reveal a fond, knowing smile.

Without a doubt, any child of Fang Yang and Sen Hui would be born with an incredibly profound destiny.

(I'll be working on the outline for Volume 4 over the next few days, so updates will be a bit slower. Thanks for your understanding! *whimper*...)