Free Web NovelChapter 250: Chapter 248: Huanwu the Great Saint
Five days later, it was an auspicious day known as the Day of Establishment.
Thanks to Sen Hui, Fang Yang was granted entry into the sanctum of Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint.
The sanctum was a vast expanse, its air thick with the scent of herbs. Legendary, sentient beings such as medicine spirits, Water Spirits, and mountain spirits were known to appear here from time to time.
"The Ice Butterfly General of the Minghai Race has arrived!"
"The Vast Sea Sword Saint of the Dongfang Race has arrived!"
"The Lord of the Ministry of War, Chenri the Great Saint, has arrived!"
"..."
At that moment, Fang Yang stood beside an ornamental pond in a palace, his head raised to gaze at the sky.
Following his line of sight, one could see all sorts of rare and exotic beasts in the sky, as well as various ancient war chariots.
In an instant, the dim sky was filled with a pure white celestial aura, creating a scene of utmost magnificence.
’Is this the profound heritage of a Great Saint from a nine-generation lineage?’
Fang Yang’s heart trembled. Faced with this reality, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread.
It was outrageous. Utterly outrageous.
Saints and Great Saints who were once high and mighty, as elusive as mythical dragons, now all sent wisps of their will to congratulate Sen Hui on her apprenticeship and present her with gifts.
Fang Yang knew that these esteemed figures were all here to pay their respects to Sen Hui’s father—Huanwu the Great Saint.
Huanwu the Great Saint was a legend in the Eight Domains. His reputation was immense, his methods extraordinary. He was a supreme expert capable of suppressing an entire domain, a divine being who could take his place in Longevity Heaven at any moment!
Fang Yang took a deep breath.
He exhaled slowly, suppressing the tremor in his heart.
Within a few breaths, he gradually overcame the feeling of intimidation.
Immortality, becoming an Immortal Ancestor... He had never forgotten this, his very first goal in cultivation.
He would, one by one, surpass every single one of these great figures before him!
HUMMM, HUMMMMM...
Before long, space itself tore open in the void, faintly revealing streams of Chaos Qi.
Along with everyone else, Fang Yang looked up.
A figure stood amidst the Chaos Qi.
It was a man who appeared to be in the prime of his youth, yet he carried himself like a Divine King descended upon the mortal world. He gazed down upon all creation as if to declare, ’I am the master of fate.’
Without a doubt, this being was immensely powerful.
A gentle breeze stirred his black hair, making it dance as if countless stars were exploding and dissipating with every movement.
Most striking of all was the Divine Light Mirror behind him. Permeated with Chaos Qi, it seemed powerful enough to crush the heavens across all eons!
Huanwu the Great Saint!
It was none other than—
His unyielding spirit soars beyond the firmament.The Eight Domains all know of his glorious might.His Divine Light Mirror shakes both heart and soul.When Huanwu appears, he illuminates the world.
The moment he appeared, he captured everyone’s attention. They regarded him with the awe reserved for gods and demons.
"Wei’Er, Xiaohui." A smile bloomed on his handsome, powerful face, as warm and pleasant as a spring breeze.
With his arrival, the atmosphere at the event reached a crescendo.
Afterward, as Fang Yang watched, Huanwu the Great Saint led Sen Hui through a series of apprenticeship rites for Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint.
Heaven, Earth, Sovereign, Parent, Teacher!
Even though his own cultivation far surpassed that of Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint, he didn’t use his power to intimidate her. Instead, he showed her the utmost respect.
Meanwhile, Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint, sitting in the master’s seat, was flushed with delight. Her green skirt fluttered, and she felt absolutely wonderful.
’If I’d known Sen Hui was this important to Huanwu the Great Saint, why did I ever waver between her and Caiwei?’
Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint was grinning from ear to ear.
...
On the other side.
After the apprenticeship ceremony, Huanwu the Great Saint didn’t leave right away.
He called for Fang Yang by name, asking him to accompany him on a walk along the lakeshore for a friendly chat.
This sight immediately filled Sen Hui with worry, as she feared Fang Yang might anger her father.
A Great Saint!
A living Great Saint!
In an age where Venerables no longer appeared, he was an invincible figure at the absolute pinnacle of this world!
Even though Huanwu the Great Saint had retracted his divine radiance and immense pressure, Fang Yang still felt a heart-stopping dread, as if a single misstep could lead to his instantaneous death.
He knew this was due to the fundamental gap between their levels of existence, not because Huanwu the Great Saint held any malice toward him.
If Huanwu the Great Saint had truly meant him harm, that malice alone would have likely manifested as demons and fiends to destroy him utterly.
Therefore, as he walked alongside Huanwu the Great Saint, Fang Yang did nothing but answer questions, daring not to consider anything else.
Huanwu the Great Saint: "Fang Yang, you’re twenty-one now, correct?"
Fang Yang: "Yes, Uncle."
Huanwu the Great Saint laughed heartily.
"Uncle? I suppose that’s right. A promising young man like you might not yet understand that ’time is a steed spurred onward, and the days and months are blossoms on a stream.’"
"I won’t hide it from you. Before long, the world will undergo a massive change."
"On the ferocious battlegrounds between the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life and the Red Flame Demon Country, Mortal Cultivators have already stumbled into the Dream World and returned, now wielding ancient Skills."
"What’s more, some have even turned illusion into reality, obtaining ancient artifacts!"
"If the path of the Kunpeng proves impassable for you, consider changing your approach and pursuing the path of the Great Sun Golden Crow instead."
"Don’t let Xiaohui down..."
Hearing this, Fang Yang’s pupils contracted sharply.
’So, I’m not the only one who has entered the Dream World. Others have been there too.’
’That makes sense. This world has Eight Domains; it’s immense.’
’Prodigies must be as numerous as fish in the sea—countless and unending.’
’With such staggering numbers, it’s only natural that a few lucky souls would stumble into the Dream World and find their way back to reality.’
Yet for some reason, an indescribable sense of urgency began to grow within him.
...
"Ah Yang, my father didn’t... do anything to you, did he?" Sen Hui asked, her face etched with concern.
Fang Yang smiled. "No, of course not. Your father told me not to be too rigid. If I can’t obtain a Kunpeng Spirit Body, I should try for a Great Sun Golden Crow Spirit Body instead. He said that either way, he would do his best to help me."
Fang Yang wasn’t lying.
After his conversation with Huanwu the Great Saint, he had received a manual for the Sewing Fire Bing Thunder Skill Department.
The Sewing Fire Bing Thunder Skill Department, like the Yimu Divine Thunder Skill Department, was part of the Five Elements Divine Thunder Skill Department. It was an incredibly profound Divine Technique on par with those of a Saint.
The thunder skill had been given to Fang Yang as a contingency, to prepare him for the path of the Great Sun Golden Crow Spirit Body.
In addition, Fang Yang also received a flask of potent body-refining pills from Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint.
Its main ingredients were Sacred Materials like Flood Dragon Essence!
Nearby, Sen Wei shot Fang Yang a thoughtful glance.
Clearly, she too had only recently learned of the connection between the Dream World and reality—and the news that the world might be on the verge of a great change.
...
With that matter concluded.
Fang Yang’s life returned to its usual calm.
After refining the flask of body-refining pills, he found that the formation of his Fire Eagle Spirit Body’s beak had leaped to 35% completion. The progress was incredibly fast.
What surprised him even more was that after he finished refining the "Flood Spirit Blood Eyes," he had naturally mastered a transformation-type Magic:
—the ability to transform into a juvenile Carp Eagle Beast!
Before he could examine it more closely, the ball of light representing his talent in his mind produced a string of text:
[A python matures into a Flood Dragon, the bloodline is its source. An old dream reemerges; intertwined fortunes forge their own path.]
[Highest Lot: Accept the guidance and enter the bloodline dream. You will automatically exit after one month. Succeed in the dream’s trials to obtain a Tier Seven opportunity. Greatly Auspicious!]
[Upper-Middle Lot: Accept the guidance and enter the bloodline dream. You will automatically exit after one month. Fail the dream’s trials and obtain a Tier Five opportunity. Auspicious.]
[Middle Lot: Refuse the guidance and do not enter the bloodline dream. Nothing will be gained, but nothing will be lost. Neutral.]
