Chapter 454 - 415: Rising with the Momentum

Chapter 454: Chapter 415: Rising with the Momentum

His children had been on the verge of death!

Now, the dreamscape battlefield was a complete wreck, and the Celestial and Terrestrial Domains were not much better off.

The shattering of the domain barriers, in particular, had triggered all sorts of terrible disasters, forcing numerous Saints to act as firefighters, rushing to all corners of the land.

Overall, after today’s world-shaking battle, countless Cultivators felt their hearts sink with despair.

With the lineages of Venerables appearing out of nowhere and Dao artifacts suppressing everything, even with the impending Era of Dream Dao, would they truly have a chance to turn their fortunes around?

...

An Immortal Realm Appears?!

This fantastical, thought-provoking phrase swept across the world like a tempest, spreading from Void Heaven to every last corner.

The Saints reacted in various ways—some were shocked, some were skeptical, but most were excited.

They never would have imagined that the first clash between two Young Venerables would lead to such a grand spectacle. It truly stunned many of the Saints and caused a massive uproar.

"If Young Venerables can do this, what about full-fledged Venerables?"

"By that logic, couldn’t a contemporary Venerable punch a path straight to the Immortal Realm?!"

Within Void Heaven, the wills of Saints from the Eight Domains manifested, their true appearances concealed.

Among them were figures like Prince Ji of the Great Xuan Dynasty, and Layman Shuqing and Master Lanwen of the Golden Clan.

Powers from all sides had gathered, and the scene was one of utter uproar.

The day’s events had truly astonished them, filling them with a deep sense of awe.

First was the duel between the Celestial Demon Banner and the Longevity Diagram, followed by the appearance of Dao artifacts like the Heaven and Earth Smelting Pot and the Vast Sea Dragon Staff. Finally, the legendary Heaven-Devouring Demon Coffin had blasted open a path to the Immortal Realm!

Of course, the Great Power who had stood out the most in this battle—Sub-Venerable Han Wu—drew the attention of countless eyes.

For a Tier Eight Great Saint to force his way into a clash of Dao artifacts and not be at a disadvantage was simply unbelievable, like something out of a dream.

The Immortal Realm! The Demon Emperor’s heir! Sub-Venerable Han Wu! The Great Sun Dragon Lady and Sen Yue!

Even Fang Yang, who stood to profit from the dissipation of the Great Sun Dragon Lady and Sen Yue, was a hot topic of discussion among the cultivators.

This was because Fang Yang was the top prodigy most likely to become the third Young Venerable, after the Great Sun Dragon Lady and Sen Yue.

Now, it was highly probable that Fang Yang would inherit Sen Yue’s legacy, ride the momentum, and become one of the strongest contenders for the title of contemporary Venerable!

No one could afford to ignore his existence any longer!

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「Qingshan Villa.」

The top prodigies of the younger generation were all gathered.

Su Xi, Yu Zither Immortal, Fu Nuannuan, Jiuzhe, Su Dao, and the others were all discussing the great upheaval, their conversations stirring with excitement.

Among them, Sang Xiaowan, who had been pushed to the back, snorted softly and sat quietly to one side.

’No matter how much you all compete, you’ll never be able to beat Brother Yang,’ Sang Xiaowan thought to herself.

She wasn’t just making things up; this was her own deduction—with a little help from her father, the Purple Sky Manor Master, of course.

Fang Yang’s journey had been one of meteoric progress, repeatedly achieving the impossible.

Every time, it seemed like disaster was about to strike Fang Yang, yet he always managed to turn misfortune into fortune, even using calamities to eliminate his enemies. His luck was so profound it was absurd.

This time, the two Young Venerables, Sen Yue and the Great Sun Dragon Lady, had met with calamity. With their fates unknown, they could no longer block Fang Yang’s path to power.

’Escaping to the Immortal Realm with just a flicker of True Spirit Flame?’

It sounded wonderful, but Sang Xiaowan had learned from her father, the Purple Sky Manor Master, that Sen Yue and the Great Sun Dragon Lady likely had a slim-to-none chance of survival.

Even if they clung to a sliver of life, it would take ages to restore their cultivation.

It was highly likely that even if the two of them survived by some fluke, they would fall into an "abyss of mediocrity," unable to escape.

Without the backing of the Great Xuan Dynasty and the Golden Clan, could those two really maintain the mental state required to suppress all rivals?

Regarding this, Sang Xiaowan shared the same doubts as her father, the Purple Sky Manor Master.

After all, not everyone could rise from being an orphan from a small, declining family like Fang Yang.

The last person to do so was named Fang Yuesheng!

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WHOOSH~

A gentle breeze stirred.

The many prodigies felt a tremor in their hearts and looked forward.

A figure appeared at the entrance to the training grounds, his steps steady and firm.

In the sunlight, he looked serene. He was like a War God returned, his silver robes simple and his aura exceptionally gentle.

He was heroic and handsome, his features flawless. His skin was translucent and seemed to emit a faint glow.

Fang Yang!

Fang Yang wore a faint smile. He nodded to the crowd, his gaze calm as he took everything in.

But the expressions of the prodigies in the courtyard changed drastically, becoming a mixture of shock and uncertainty.

They could sense that Fang Yang was vastly different from before.

It was an incredibly profound feeling, like a Flood Dragon seeing a True Dragon. Though they seemed to be only one level apart, the internal difference was as vast as the heavens and the earth.

Fang Yang was now naturally on a higher plane than them!

A Young Venerable?!

Su Xi shot to her feet, a delighted smile on her face.

Yu Zither Immortal raised a delicate eyebrow, clicking her tongue in amazement.

Jiuzhe’s face remained calm, but inside, his heart was a sea of crashing waves.

Su Dao’s pupils dilated. He clenched his fist, crushing the teacup in his hand.

At this moment, all the top prodigies’ expressions changed, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Brother Yang, are... are you a Young Venerable now?" Sang Xiaowan sidled up to him, her lovely face so tender it seemed a puff of air could break the skin. It was pearly-white and radiant, her lively eyes shimmering with a strange light.

’Brother Yang?’

Fang Yang was taken aback for a moment. In the entire Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life, only Sang Xiaowan ever called him that.