Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

Of course, if they still wanted to follow this path and enter the ranks of the Young Venerables.

Then they would have to… kill Fang Yang!

But they knew with absolute clarity just how strict the cultivation system of this world was.

Among cultivators from the same venerable lineages, fighting across realms had always been a task as difficult as ascending to heaven.

To strike at the Saint Realm from the Mortal Realm was considered a sign of a potential Young Venerable!

Yet, when they were in the Mortal Realm, they had not been capable of such a feat.

If they were to clash head-on with Fang Yang, they would likely shatter on impact!

"Damn it!"

Feng Ning'Er's face was filled with Evil Qi. "The power of the Fire Qilin lineage has been passed down and built upon since ancient times, growing ever stronger, secretly serving as a contingency for the Ten Thousand Flames Saint Venerable's resurrection."

Di Zhao's expression remained dark. "Yes. If we had obtained that power, we both could have certainly entered the ranks of the Young Venerables. A pity… sigh."

Once again, the two of them felt the difficulty of reaching the realm of the Young Venerables.

They didn't just want to defend the Cosmic Realm; they also dreamed of both becoming Young Venerables.

After that, they would join forces to dominate the Eight Domains and seize the world's origin.

At that time, they would charge into the Immortal Realm with an invincible posture!

But now, all of that had come to nothing.

Fang Yang alone was an insurmountable mountain standing in their way.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it." Fire seemed to shoot from Feng Ning'Er's eyes.

Her stunningly beautiful face was twisted with malice, like that of a femme fatale.

In an instant, she exploded with thunderous rage, her fists and palms striking out wildly, throwing the Immortal Forbidden Area into chaos.

If the Fire Qilin hadn't transformed into a rain of light and completely returned to the world, she would have undoubtedly subjected its mangled corpse to death by a thousand cuts to vent her fury!

.........

「Fusang Immortal Land.」

The heavens and earth changed color as tribulation clouds spread, and the land fell into a desolate stillness.

By now, Yu Zither Immortal had already forged the unique Sacred Artifact belonging to the "Fusang Divine Tree Lineage."

Beneath the Fusang Tree, she sat cross-legged, silently adjusting her qi. She was serene and peaceful, her white robes fluttering, exuding a unique charm.

Once her qi was properly adjusted, she would initiate her tribulation to become a Saint, passing through it to achieve sainthood.

Just as she was making her preparations, a father and daughter quietly entered the Fusang Immortal Land to meet with her master, Chenri the Great Saint.

This father and daughter pair were none other than Han Wu the Sub-Venerable and Sen Hui!

Sen Hui: "Greetings, Elder. I've come to observe Sister Fusang Fairy's tribulation to become a Saint."

Han Wu the Sub-Venerable: "The Zither Immortal already knows why we're here, doesn't she?"

Chenri the Great Saint shook his head inwardly, but he smiled and nodded on the surface. "The Zither Immortal has already accepted the Sacred Material. Rest assured."

As soon as he said this, Sen Hui visibly relaxed.

However, Han Wu the Sub-Venerable, old and astute, gave Chenri the Great Saint a second look.

He had understood the unspoken meaning in Chenri the Great Saint's words.

Yu Zither Immortal had no idea that he and Xiaohui had arrived!

However, he could see that Yu Zither Immortal had already entered a perfect state.

If she were to be disturbed, she would likely miss this golden opportunity.

To readjust herself would probably take another year or two.

In that moment, Han Wu the Sub-Venerable became a bit more wary of Chenri the Great Saint.

"There are three steps to sainthood: shattering apertures, absorbing qi, and exploding apertures."

Watching as Yu Zither Immortal began her tribulation, Han Wu the Sub-Venerable started to explain this to Sen Hui.

Sen Hui nodded from time to time, her eyes gleaming.

She noticed that it wasn't just Yu Zither Immortal's apertures that were shattering; her entire body looked like a broken porcelain doll, covered in blood and looking somewhat grotesque.

Later on, Yu Zither Immortal's body even began to disintegrate, turning into a rain of light.

This scene was completely different from her husband's tribulation that day.

At this moment, she began to understand why she had to forget her husband's experience of becoming a Saint.

Shattering apertures! Absorbing qi! Exploding apertures!

Yu Zither Immortal handled all three steps perfectly.

Facing the tribulation clouds, she suppressed them one by one with her Fusang Divine Tree Dharma Aspect.

What surprised Sen Hui, however, was that Yu Zither Immortal could actually use the Fusang Divine Tree to manifest the art of the Golden Crow!

In the end, Yu Zither Immortal successfully became a Saint and ascended.

She became a Saint who primarily cultivated the Wood Dao, with the Fire Dao as a secondary focus.

During her tribulation, no imprints of Venerables appeared.

The strongest manifestations were the reappearances of the divine forms of ancient, ferocious beasts, like the Vermilion Bird and the Cyan Dragon.

"Xiaohui, what you just witnessed is the tribulation of a top-tier Young Great Saint achieving sainthood."

Han Wu the Sub-Venerable clarified, "Someone like Ah Yang is an exception."

"Mm, I understand," Sen Hui said, her eyes flickering.

...

"Elder Han Wu, Sen Hui?!"

Yu Zither Immortal returned, dressed in white robes that danced gracefully in the wind, her skin crystalline and glowing.

Her eyelashes were long, and her eyes were lively yet profound, making her as beautiful as a figure from a painting.

And because she had become a Saint, she possessed a rare spiritual quality.

At this moment, she was slightly taken aback by the arrival of Sen Hui and Han Wu the Sub-Venerable.

Sen Hui smiled sweetly. "Sister Fusang Fairy."

Han Wu the Sub-Venerable nodded. "Your future is promising and your potential is immeasurable."

Chenri the Great Saint's face showed his gratification. "Now that you've become a Saint, you can be considered capable of standing on your own. Oh, by the way, Xiaohui is here to prepare for her own ascension to sainthood. Perhaps you two could exchange some pointers?"

In an instant, the brilliant Yu Zither Immortal understood many things.

She immediately realized why the Sacred Material she had requested before had been gathered so quickly.

At the same time, as she gazed at Sen Hui, a sense of shock and uncertainty filled her.

Sen Hui's jet-black hair was loose, her fair forehead glowed with wisdom, her dark brows were curved, her lively eyes were like stars, her delicate nose was shapely, and her red lips were glistening.