Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

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The wind howled and the snow raged.

The world was a vast expanse of white, the view obscured and hazy.

It was the dead of winter, yet within the Fang Clan's domain, it was as warm as spring and incredibly lively.

Even the festive atmosphere of the New Year couldn't compare to their current joy.

Because the Fang Clan had produced a Saint!

Fang Yang!

Fang Yang had lived up to everyone's expectations and become a Saint.

A Saint was an extraordinary, transcendent being, practically a mortal god.

With a single thought, they could alter the heavens and make mountains crumble.

Such power was terrifying, enough to drive the cultivators of the Mortal Realm to despair.

Even ten thousand Mortal Cultivators would find it impossible to withstand a single one of a Saint's Divine Techniques.

Even within a superpower like the Golden Clan, a single Saint was enough to guarantee a clan branch's prosperity for a thousand years!

"Even though I expected this, now that it's actually happened, it still feels completely surreal."

In the pitch-black winter night, Second Uncle Fang took a sip of warm wine, tears welling in the depths of his eyes.

As he watched his clansmen celebrating with unbridled joy, he felt an even greater sense of pride for Fang Yang.

The clan was holding another grand banquet, and long swathes of red silk decorated the ancestral hall, both inside and out.

"Tell me about it. I remember way back when, I was the one who taught Ah Yang the Thunderous Strike Skill," Seventh Uncle Fang slurred, dead drunk.

Because of this, countless young people now saw him as a master of thunder techniques.

Even youths from other clan branches had come to ask him for the key points of Thunder Law Foundation Establishment.

'This kind of treatment and life couldn't be more comfortable!'

"It really is a bit surreal," Fang Hao echoed from the other side of the banquet.

His gaze quickly shifted to Fang Lanxi.

At that moment, Fang Lanxi was restless and incredibly excited, feeling an urge to dance.

And thanks to the ripple effect of Fang Yang's rise, as Second Uncle Fang's daughter and Fang Yang's cousin, she had benefited immensely in the process.

The most obvious change was that her Flower Butterfly Spirit Body had been upgraded from C-grade to B-grade.

It was truly a case of one person achieving enlightenment and all their associates ascending to heaven!

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「At the same time.」

The Sen Clan.

Within the most central palace complex, Mrs. Sen was meeting with Saint Fan Liu.

The topic of their conversation was, of course, Fang Yang.

Saint Fan Liu had a dazed expression. "I never thought that little rascal from back then would actually become a Saint."

'Back in the day, I saw him as another Fang Nian and was very wary of him. I never expected him to rise so quickly.'

Mrs. Sen smiled faintly. "Heh, I imagine Wei'Er will be quite shocked by this too when she returns from her dreamscape."

"Of course, what I'm looking forward to even more is when my grandson and granddaughter will appear."

Sen Yue's whereabouts were unknown, Sen Wei was sealed in a dreamscape, and Sen Hui was already married.

For a time, Mrs. Sen found herself with nothing to do.

"Fang Yang and Xiaohui's children?" At this thought, a smile couldn't help but appear on Saint Fan Liu's face.

At this very moment, in the Xuan Domain, countless people were anticipating the birth of Fang Yang's heir.

The Lord of the Golden Crow! The Kunpeng Ancestor!

Without a doubt, because of Fang Yang, his offspring would naturally receive the attention of numerous Great Powers.

.........

「Cosmic Realm.」

Ten Thousand Flames Hall, Immortal Forbidden Area.

A heaven-shaking event was unfolding.

Di Zhao and Feng Ning'Er had joined forces to launch a surprise attack on the Fire Qilin, and they were about to succeed!

In the desolate and dim volcanic world, magma churned and space trembled.

"It's time for you to make your exit," Feng Ning'Er said, her gaze cold.

Her long black hair flowed freely, and her body was wreathed in a radiant glow, her robes fluttering in the wind.

As she spoke, her sleeves billowed, and a shower of runes shot forth, transforming into a sky full of flames.

The scorching fire coalesced into a giant red bird that lunged forward with waves of fire and heat, so lifelike it was as if a Phoenix had been reborn.

"I will make the Ten Thousand Flames Hall glorious once more," Di Zhao stated calmly.

Behind him, a Dharma Aspect rose. It was like the appearance of an Immortal King, bearing his own face, radiating a cold light and an immense immortal aura.

He formed the Immortal King Seal with his fist and threw a punch.

Instantly, the Laws of Heaven and Earth roiled, forming dark-gold Chains of Order that completely severed the Fire Qilin's connection to the "Heaven and Earth Crucible" Dao Artifact.

In that instant, the already heavily injured Fire Qilin lost all ability to move. It was locked in the void, completely immobilized.

The Fire Qilin's eyes blazed with fury as it let out a sorrowful cry, coughing up blood.

"If it weren't for Fang Yang's sudden outburst that led to the fall of my friend Sanxuan..."

"You two gutless rats dare to dream of usurping the destiny of my Fire Qilin lineage?"

"You want to seize my Fire Qilin lineage's 'Dao Fruit' to enter the realm of the Young Venerable? Keep daydreaming."

"Will of Heaven and Earth above, heed my call! Strip the Fire Dao Laws from the Fire Qilin lineage and transfer them to the Golden Crow lineage!"

"It worked! It actually worked?!"

"HAHAHA! Fang Yang will be your eternal nightmare!"

In an instant, the 'Dao Fruit', which resembled a black volcano, shattered.

It transformed into ten thousand streams of light, about to return to the universe.

This action caused the expressions of both Di Zhao and Feng Ning'Er to change drastically.

They moved at once, trying to intercept this fortune.

But unexpectedly, the Fire Qilin was incredibly defiant. With a loud BOOM, it decisively burned away its everything, self-detonating and dying on the spot, rendering their efforts futile.

They never imagined the Fire Qilin had such a move hidden up its sleeve.

At this moment, their faces were dark and gloomy.

The Fire Qilin's sudden final act had utterly shattered their original plan.

They would no longer be able to use this to step into the realm of the Young Venerable.

At best, they would each only manage to seize half of a Celestial Destiny Mark.