Chapter 344 - 336: Founder of a Lineage? Lord of Revival?

Chapter 344: Chapter 336: Founder of a Lineage? Lord of Revival?

Night.

The stars were few and far between.

The Xuanhuang Tai Chi Lingxiao Grotto Heaven was all but deserted.

Not long ago, the dissolution of the Two Poles had officially come to an end.

The crowd of top prodigies had all departed, and in the end, only the siblings Su Dao and Su Xi remained.

Of the two, Su Dao had inherited the [Tai Chi Yin Yang Diagram Manifestation].

With this, one of the supreme Daoist inheritances, combined with the fact that he was the personal disciple of the Mansion Master of the Two Poles...

From the perspective of law and lineage, he was the next Mansion Master of the Two Poles.

This was why the previous Mansion Master of the Two Poles had been able to face his dissolution so freely and calmly.

Now, Su Dao was communicating with the Grotto Heaven’s spirit.

Su Xi looked up, a trace of worry on her fair little face. "Brother?"

Su Dao had his back to his sister Su Xi. Hearing her, he glanced back with a calm smile and waved his hand. "Don’t worry, I’m fine."

Despite his words, his respect for Fang Yang had grown even more.

He had originally thought Fang Yang was just a lesser Sen Yue, that his strength had a limit.

But after communicating with the Grotto Heaven’s spirit, he was shocked to discover just how profound Fang Yang’s accomplishments in the Tai Chi lineage were.

The Grotto Heaven’s spirit actually considered Fang Yang the second-in-line successor after him, far surpassing his own sister, Su Xi!

「At the same time.」

Purple Cloud Dojo.

The Purple Sky Manor Master was strolling through a sea of bamboo, walking side-by-side with his disciple, Jiuzhe.

A light breeze rustled, sending bamboo leaves spiraling to the ground.

The Purple Sky Manor Master smiled. "Tell me your thoughts on Su Dao, Fang Yang, Yu Zither Immortal, and the others."

Jiuzhe pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Su Dao is a dragon soaring in the heavens, Fang Yang is a dragon lying dormant in the abyss, and Yu Zither Immortal is deep and calculating..."

"However, the one whose future is most difficult to predict is still Fang Yang."

"Fang Yang has the potential to match Sen Yue and become the second Young Venerable!"

Hearing this, the Purple Sky Manor Master’s eyes lit up. "Oh?"

In truth, he thought so as well.

After all, many top prodigies had gathered for the dissolution of the Two Poles.

Yet in the end, it was Fang Yang who quietly obtained the [Ten-Thousand-Year Peachwood Remnant Sword].

Such overwhelming fortune was truly, terrifyingly abundant!

The Purple Sky Manor Master said with satisfaction,

"You have your own path. There’s no need to rush to be first. Take your time."

"When Su Dao’s strength proves insufficient, that will be your golden opportunity to become a Young Venerable!"

Jiuzhe just gave a simple, honest smile and said nothing.

As for Chen Chenye? Neither of them mentioned him.

...

Qingshan Villa.

Chenri the Great Saint returned, riding the wind with Fang Yang and Yu Zither Immortal.

The moment they landed, before Fang Yang and Yu Zither Immortal could even say goodbye, Chenri the Great Saint abruptly swung his sleeves.

Instantly, a gust of wind rose up, swirling around Fang Yang.

In the span of a breath, it carried Fang Yang away to the mountain dojo where Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, was in secluded cultivation.

"Zither Immortal."

Chenri the Great Saint said meaningfully, "You can know a person’s face, but not their heart. Don’t be fooled by Fang Yang’s appearance."

Yu Zither Immortal nodded obediently. "Yes, I know, Master."

Seeing this, Chenri the Great Saint was delighted.

He knew his obedient disciple would listen to him, that she would never stray from the path as the Purple Sky Manor Master had imagined.

The breeze swept past, drifting toward the distant mountains.

The clouds and mist around the distant mountains gradually dissipated, revealing the true appearance of a dojo.

The dojo was situated atop a peak, with four large, imposing characters carved in an ancient clerical script: "Divine Light Mirror Mansion."

At this moment, Fang Yang stood outside the dojo, looking up at it.

"Ah Yang, are you not coming in?"

A gentle male voice spoke, and the dojo’s gates gradually opened.

Fang Yang blinked, and in the next instant, he was inside the dojo, face-to-face with his ’Quasi-Mount Tai,’ Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable.

Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, stood tall and straight, the Divine Light Mirror floating behind him.

His face was handsome, and he looked to be in the prime of his youth, radiating an aura of "Across all ages and the Eight Domains, I alone control the tides."

And indeed, he was a legendary Great Saint who commanded the world’s attention.

In the recent earth-shattering war, he had repeatedly forced the Taoist Venerable lineages—including the Red Flame Demon Country, the Great Xuan Dynasty, and the Jile Demon Sect—to suffer one defeat after another.

In the end, every one of those great Venerable lineages had a Great Sage Level existence fall in battle.

Yet he alone had advanced further amidst the brilliant, climactic battles, earning the supreme and illustrious title of "Sub-Tao Venerable"!

This was an invincible existence standing at the pinnacle of the current era!

If he wished, he could at any time ascend to Longevity Heaven and launch a terrifying war that would sweep across the Eight Domains.

But his ambitions did not lie there; his only desire was to seek the path of long life and track down the legendary Immortal Realm.

Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, smiled faintly.

"Since you came here from the Saint Institute, it proves you still wish to advance further."

"Whether you become the founding ancestor of the Kun Peng lineage or the great restorer of the Great Sun Golden Crow lineage, it will all depend on your performance from now on."

"Within the Burying Moon Mountain cluster of Dream Worlds, there are great fortunes to be found. There are even a few Dream Worlds that tempt even me to go."

"..."

He calmly relayed a great deal of information to Fang Yang about the [Burying Moon Mountain Cluster of Dream Worlds].

For example, in one year, the Burying Moon Mountain cluster of Dream Worlds will completely stabilize.

At that time, the mortal generation of the various Venerable lineages will once again clash and fight.

It would be a conflict that swept across the Eight Domains, with an intensity even greater than the Battle of Xuan-Yu!

If fortune allows, it’s possible that one, or even several, Young Venerables might emerge from it!!

Because whichever Venerable lineage completely occupies the Burying Moon Mountain cluster of Dream Worlds will become the dominant power of the Dream Epoch!

Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, beckoned.

"Let me see your *Soul Tempering and Essence Refining Scripture*."

"Heh, it seems Lan Jianxin’s accomplishments in the Soul Dao school are quite impressive."

"In one year, the great war will begin again. All dharmas will exist, but the Dream Dao will reign supreme."

"That being the case, I will gift this Dream Dao scripture to you. Remember to cultivate it well."

"If you want to repay me, then seize as much territory as you can within the cluster of Dream Worlds."

"That way, Wei’Er and the others will be safer."

"..."

Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, explained a great deal.

Not only did he help Fang Yang authenticate the *Soul Tempering and Essence Refining Scripture*, but he also taught Fang Yang a Tier Three technique from the Dream Dao school.

It could be said that he was treating Fang Yang as if he were his own son.

Even after parting with him, Fang Yang still felt a sense of disbelief.

’So these are the kinds of resources Sen Yue and Sen Wei get to enjoy on a daily basis?’

A faint sense of joy washed over Fang Yang.

’This is insane. They even have techniques from the Dream Dao school.’

’I gotta say, this feels damn good!’

Of course, Fang Yang knew that the only reason Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, treated him this way was because of Sen Hui.

Otherwise, with his status, he would never have had the chance to meet Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable, let alone receive a Dream Dao technique.

But when he thought of Sen Yue, things still felt somewhat unreal.

What was Han Wu, the Sub-Venerable’s, attitude toward the time Sen Yue performed a blood sacrifice on thousands of tribes?

Amid his exhilaration, he couldn’t help but feel a little more cautious.

Of course, the overall situation was still trending upward.

That being the case, he naturally wouldn’t go asking reckless questions.

If he asked about everything and ended up digging a huge hole for himself, how would he ever get out of it?