Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

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Early morning. The clouds and mist scattered as the morning sun ascended.

Ancient pines stood tall among the mountains, and the air was crisp and clean. It was a tranquil scene.

Atop the mountain’s peak, Fang Yang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down on a view that made all other mountains seem small.

Suddenly, he raised his gaze and looked toward the void.

The void trembled, and a speck of orange flame appeared. The flame expanded, forming a gateway, and a figure walked out.

Yu Zither Immortal!

Yu Zither Immortal’s black hair danced in the wind. Her skin glowed with a crystalline luster, her forehead was immaculate, and her gaze was resolute. Tall and slender, she radiated a divine beauty so stunning it could stir anyone’s heart.

It was clear she had taken the time to dress up for the occasion.

Even Fang Yang’s eyes couldn’t help but light up at the sight.

"It’s been a while," Fang Yang said with a slight nod.

Yu Zither Immortal replied calmly, "It has been a while."

’Unexpectedly, she had thought that upon seeing Fang Yang again, the restless emotions in the lake of her heart would churn, perhaps even becoming uncontrollable. But in the end, she found that wasn’t the case at all. In Fang Yang’s presence, her heart became incredibly peaceful, almost at one with nature.’

Her reaction caused the nearby Thunder Control the Great Saint to give her a second look.

After all, anything involving Fang Yang was a major affair.

The older generation of Great Saints were mostly aware of the relationship between Yu Zither Immortal and Fang Yang.

But they hadn’t expected Yu Zither Immortal to act this way.

As for Fang Yang, he remained as placid as still water, paying Yu Zither Immortal no extra mind.

Ever since he had brought the Profound Domain Celestial Destiny Mark to perfection, his status and position had transformed rapidly.

During this process, his state of mind had changed significantly.

First came the acknowledgment from the Sub-Venerable Han Wu, followed by the retreat of Muri Guang Huang and the others...

All these events, and more, had caused him to change naturally.

"Let’s go," Fang Yang said faintly.

Hearing this, Thunder Control the Great Saint immediately took out a Purple Thunder Seal.

The Purple Thunder Seal rumbled ceaselessly, its power surging in all directions like a tidal wave, swiftly enveloping the three of them.

The next moment, the world turned upside down, and the three figures vanished.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived inside Longevity Heaven.

Towering mountains, colossal trees, and ancient trunks that held up the sky—this was a verdant, precipitous mountain range.

Beneath a massive, gnarled ancient tree, three ancient figures stood silently.

Two people and one longbow.

Upon seeing Fang Yang appear, they all smiled in unison.

Fang Yang’s gaze swept over them before turning to Thunder Control the Great Saint.

A smile on her lovely face, Thunder Control the Great Saint introduced them one by one. "This is Mingyang. He was active in the ancient era and once contended with Earth Saint Venerable."

Mingyang looked like a man in his early thirties with his black hair unbound, dressed in simple, ancient robes. He possessed a free and unrestrained air.

"This is Qing Chui, also active in the ancient era, but they contended with Ten Thousand Flames Saint Venerable."

Qing Chui’s figure was indistinct, shrouded in a cloud of black mist that obscured whether they were male or female.

"And this is the Changkong Skybow."

The first two had extraordinary origins and had been sealed away for a very long time.

They were true old monsters, the genuine foundational power of a Venerable’s lineage.

But no matter how impressive their pasts were, Fang Yang didn’t pay them too much mind.

’After all, when you looked at it from a certain angle, this so-called profound foundation was more like a group of failures and stragglers from the path to becoming a Venerable!’

It wasn’t until the Changkong Skybow was introduced that Fang Yang narrowed his eyes and studied it seriously.

The Changkong Skybow had the form of a simple, great bow. Its body was pitch-black, and its edges were inscribed with all sorts of beastly patterns.

It was not only the personal Sacred Artifact of the Changkong clan’s Primordial Ancestor but also one of Thunder Saint Venerable’s former Sacred Artifacts, carrying a portion of the Thunder Saint Venerable’s Dao and techniques.

At this moment, the Changkong Skybow stood as still as a mountain in the void. Chaos Qi swirled around it, shrouding it and releasing an immortal radiance.

The Changkong Skybow was infinitely close to being a Dao Artifact.

If activated in the Thunder Control Great World, or even within the heavens and earth of the Profound Domain, it could display incredible divine might.

"Senior Mingyang, Senior Qing Chui, Senior Changkong Skybow."

As Thunder Control the Great Saint made the introductions, Yu Zither Immortal greeted them politely.

As for Fang Yang, he realized that these two people and one artifact spanned the entire ancient era.

Thunder Saint Venerable, Ten Thousand Flames Saint Venerable, and Earth Saint Venerable—these three were the Three Venerables of the Ancient Era!

From what Fang Yang knew, this scene was quite different from what Sen Yue had experienced.

The ancient beings who had received Sen Yue back then were active in the late ancient era.

In other words, they were ancient beings who had fought with the Vast Sea Venerable Emperor.

"Hehe, hello there, little girl."

Mingyang took over. "Since you’ve all arrived, we’ll guide you to the Saint Ancestor’s Dao field."

The moment his voice fell, the three ancient figures erupted with divine radiance, their lights intertwining.

In an instant, all sorts of light shot out. Countless tiny bows arranged themselves like twinkling stars, causing the gnarled ancient tree to resonate in unison.

To the naked eye, intensely brilliant golden symbols emerged, forming a series of steps. A hazy mist spread out, creating an exceptionally mystical sight.

Following that, Fang Yang and Yu Zither Immortal trailed behind the group of Great Saints, stepping onto the ancient stairs and ascending step by step.

The gnarled ancient tree had seemed like a natural chasm, impossibly far away.

But under the effect of the golden symbols, they crossed the distance in just a few dozen steps.

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They had arrived at the Thunder Saint Venerable’s Dao field.

Here, thunder rumbled and violet lightning surged. Eight massive palaces floated in the space before them.

Some palaces were entwined with the breath of true dragons, their water-blue symbols shimmering. They resembled the unassailable celestial palaces of Immortal Kings in the Immortal Realm.

Around other palaces, scorching magma bubbled and gushed, while hazy gray Soul Evil Qi drifted about—a place where gods and demons coexisted.