Eternal Life through Drawing Lots

And so, the Heavenly Fire Palace swung wide open, revealing a part of its true form.

Inside, a hazy mist veiled a scene like a celestial paradise—so vast one could not see its end.

Faintly, Fang Yang sensed a flame whose power was no less than that of the Golden Crow Divine Fire.

But no matter how he tried to perceive it, he could not capture the rhythm of this mysterious flame.

’There might be some kind of trial within.’

’Or even hidden dangers?!’

He mulled it over for a moment, then looked at Yu Zither Immortal. "You go on in. I believe Longevity Heaven paired us together because it recognized your exceptional nature as a Wood Dao Saint."

Yu Zither Immortal had clawed her way to survival through a world of slaughter since she was a child; she was incredibly sharp.

Naturally, she understood the unspoken meaning behind Fang Yang’s words.

At that moment, she froze completely.

Her large, crystal-clear eyes widened, and her dress billowed as if it were about to take flight.

After a long moment, she looked at him indignantly. "Heh, you jerk. The moment you have a beautiful companion, you forget your comrade-in-arms. You could have at least offered a few words of comfort, but instead, you just shove me forward. You’re really something else..."

Fang Yang remained expressionless. "The Fusang Fairy is as pure and brilliant as ice, a peerless beauty of heavenly grace."

Hearing this, Yu Zither Immortal’s long black hair seemed to dance with rage. She was clearly even more furious.

Such a half-hearted attempt at comfort was worse than saying nothing at all.

She took a deep breath, her full, snow-white bosom rising and falling.

She lifted her gaze. On her fair, lovely face, her alluring, almond-shaped eyes were no longer filled with their usual subtle mystique, but with pure rage.

She gave Fang Yang one last deep look, then strode forward without a backward glance.

FWOOSH!

At the entrance, raging flames instantly engulfed her exquisite figure.

At the same time, countless Fire Runes materialized, adorning the grand hall.

A moment later, the true fire died down. Yu Zither Immortal’s figure emerged like a flawless white jade vase, completely unharmed.

She was perfectly safe, but her dress had been incinerated.

Moreover, a hint of the Golden Crow’s Dao-charm now adorned her Dharma Aspect, shimmering with a radiant glow.

The "Nine Suns Setting on the Fusang Tree" phenomenon she had long been pursuing was finally beginning to manifest!

Delighted, she turned to look back at Fang Yang, her tone teasing. "’Deep and measured’? Heh, why is the Chosen One so suspicious? That won’t do, little brother."

Fang Yang’s gaze was calm. He understood now that the mysterious flame was meant as a baptism.

At this moment, Yu Zither Immortal was overcome with joy.

She knew that if she could fully manifest the "Nine Suns Setting on the Fusang Tree" phenomenon here, her power would skyrocket.

She stood ahead, head held high, watching Fang Yang with pride, completely oblivious to the fact that her clothes had been reduced to ash.

Her long black hair drifted in the air. Her almond eyes sparkled, her delicate nose was perfectly sculpted, her teeth were like jade, her red lips were sensual, and her neck was as white and elegant as a swan’s.

Furthermore, her figure was tall and slender, her long legs flawless, fair, and radiant, as if carved from ivory.

In that moment, her undulating curves possessed an irresistible, world-class allure.

"Fang Yang, are your eyes on fire?"

Yu Zither Immortal snorted. "Heh, thinking about us being alone together in this grotto-heaven? Are you finally going to show your true colors?"

"’On fire?’" Fang Yang chuckled and shook his head.

His strange reaction finally snapped Yu Zither Immortal out of her euphoric state.

As she came to her senses, she suddenly felt that something was wrong with her body.

She looked down and let out a shriek so piercing it could have shattered stone, echoing throughout the Heavenly Fire Palace.

’This feeling...’

She couldn’t believe it. She was completely exposed, stark naked.

She flailed her arms and legs, her ivory-like body a dazzling flash of white.

After all, no matter how much she teased and flirted with Fang Yang...

...she had never imagined she would be exposed before him in such a state.

’This... this... this...’

Just as she was scrambling in a flustered panic, Fang Yang stepped forward.

In an instant, a unique, sweet fragrance wafted into Fang Yang’s nostrils, refreshing and pleasant.

Yu Zither Immortal glanced down, and her face instantly turned beet red as she shrieked even louder.

Because Fang Yang was also completely devoid of his robes.

And he was... alarmingly and heart-stoppingly imposing.

"..." Fang Yang was speechless.

’Just as I thought,’ Fang Yang mused. ’Yu Zither Immortal still harbors a certain naivety.’

’Otherwise, she wouldn’t have lost her composure just because her clothes disappeared.’

’Such behavior really doesn’t befit a mature Saint.’

"Stop trying to pull out new robes. They can’t exist here. Use your Dharma Aspect," Fang Yang instructed coolly.

With a shimmer, the Golden Crow Dharma Aspect materialized and molded itself to Fang Yang’s body, forming a black and gold Daoist robe that radiated an air of nobility.

On the other side, Yu Zither Immortal froze for a moment before quickly summoning her Fusang Dharma Aspect. It swirled around her, forming a black-and-gold palace gown that concealed her stunning figure and hid all her curves.

Her lovely face was still flushed, her chest heaving as she breathed rapidly.

It was clear she was furious.

At that moment, she stared at Fang Yang, the blazing light in her almond-shaped eyes sharp enough to kill.

What infuriated her even more was that Fang Yang paid her little mind, instead turning his attention back to the Heavenly Fire Palace.

After everything that had just happened, Fang Yang’s attitude toward her was still so indifferent!

For no reason at all, the flames of jealousy began to rage within her heart.

’Could it be that I really can’t compare to Sen Hui in the slightest?’

’No, I refuse to believe it.’

’Because the look in Fang Yang’s eyes just now was anything but calm!’