Chapter 531 - 441: The Kun Peng Reappears, Handle with Caution

Chapter 531: Chapter 441: The Kun Peng Reappears, Handle with Caution

"We greet the Mandate of Heaven!" The voices were immense, rising and falling in waves.

At that moment, a great wave of worshipful cries erupted from the camps of the various banner divisions and Star Dao soldiers.

Countless members of the Changkong clan raised their heads to look toward Fang Yang.

Some looked with awe, others with admiration, and still others with despair...

They stared dazedly at Fang Yang. Without realizing it, the powerful impression Sen Yue had left on them was being replaced, bit by bit, by him.

It seemed inconceivable, and yet, that was exactly what was happening.

In that instant, the expressions of many elders changed drastically as they stared at Fang Yang in horror.

At this very moment, Fang Yang was the center of the world, the focus of all eyes.

From behind, Thunder Control the Great Saint nodded silently.

His cause was just, his claim legitimate.

The Fang Yang of today was a far cry from his former self. He was meant to walk the Great Dao, open and magnificent.

Fang Yang should crush his enemies with the might of the Way of the King and the Way of the Hegemon. He no longer needed to rely on unconventional tactics to achieve victory!

’Saints and mortals are different, and so is the emperor of a Yun Dynasty...’ Fang Yang’s gaze was profound.

At this moment, he looked down upon the countless masses, his imposing might undiminished.

Wherever his gaze fell, all present bowed their heads.

One could say that he had returned home in glory!

At the same time, the Saints of the Changkong clan were also silently watching him.

"He’s become even more terrifying," Saint Qingkong sighed, causing his friend Yuming to fall silent.

Back then, even when several Saints had joined forces, they couldn’t put any pressure on Fang Yang before he had even become a Saint himself.

Now, Fang Yang had returned as a Saint, a truly awe-inspiring and terrifying figure!

"Lin Shenghuang, I told you to get on good terms with Fang Yang early on, but you just wouldn’t listen. *Sigh*..." the Luo Shan Saint lamented.

As an ancestor of the Sen clan, she had coveted the Yinwood Saint Spear for a long time.

"Hmph." Lin Shenghuang’s gaze was frigid.

She didn’t dislike Fang Yang, but she hated that her ancestor treated her like a tool.

Faced with Fang Yang, the hearts of the Saints were filled with complex emotions.

Fang Yang was a newcomer, yet he was about to surpass them all!

The ones with the most complicated feelings were the Saints from the Sen clan.

For example, Saint Fan Liu and Sen You.

Sen You said nothing, and Saint Fan Liu fell silent...

In truth, they held a certain prejudice against Fang Yang.

Even though Fang Yang had risen rapidly and could now look down upon them...

...the resentment in their hearts had not yet fully dissipated.

Yet, when Fang Yang’s gaze fell upon them, they had no choice but to smile, nod, and respond with feigned enthusiasm.

Clearly, they had acknowledged Fang Yang’s authority!

Qingkong, Yuming, Lin Shenghuang, Sen You, Saint Fan Liu, and the others.

This group of powerful, high-ranking Cultivators had all crossed paths with Fang Yang at some point since he began his journey of cultivation.

In fact, it was because of them that Fang Yang had successively triggered a series of [Seek Fortune, Avoid Misfortune] destiny draws.

Lin Shenghuang and Saint Fan Liu, in particular, had caused him to draw a "worst possible" fortune—one that promised a near-certain death!

Yet now, every single one of these great figures was beaming at Fang Yang with brilliant smiles.

’I did it...’ Fang Yang’s heart surged with emotion as a heroic feeling welled up within him.

Many things had driven him to race along the path of cultivation.

The most important was his desire not to waste his [Seek Fortune, Avoid Misfortune] talent.

He wanted to use it to explore the very limits of cultivation and pursue eternal life.

The next reason was his desire to constantly surpass one powerful opponent after another.

The more formidable the opponent, the more excited he became.

Surpassing them was, in a way, proof that he was walking the correct path in his search for the Dao!

A moment later, his breathing calmed, and the divine light in his eyes gradually steadied.

Past events, the real world, the Dream World...

All sorts of life experiences were interwoven into his journey to find the Dao, creating a chaotic tapestry.

But no matter what, he had always advanced steadily, never once halting his steps.

His fervent heart had never changed.

Years passed, and the world transformed around him.

But he was still him... Fang Yang!

...

「Fang Clan’s Residence.」

Immortal energy drifted through the air as divine light shimmered.

Brand-new palaces rose from the ground one after another, standing majestically among the clouds.

The entire area resembled a wondrous immortal realm.

Although this place still couldn’t compare to the Sen clan’s residence.

But within the Changkong clan, it was already considered a first-rate one.

As far as Fang Yang could see, all manner of spiritual energies and Dao rhythms drifted about.

The place was subtly improving the physiques and bloodlines of the Fang clan’s descendants.

Compared to a few years ago, the changes were earth-shattering. The place was completely unrecognizable!

Everything here had changed.

The only thing that hadn’t was Fang Yang’s secluded little courtyard, which remained as it was.

The secluded courtyard was a stretch of frost-white.

Outside the courtyard stood an ancient, vigorous tree, brimming with life force.

Beneath the shade of the ancient tree was a large, rough, uneven stone.

As a young man, Fang Yang had studied all sorts of classics and scriptures here, trying to find a path to advance in life.

"I never thought the little courtyard where I used to live would one day become a hallowed ground, a place for others to make a pilgrimage. Heh." Fang Yang chuckled softly, his expression noncommittal.

Sunlight pierced through the canopy like arrows, fierce and scorching where it landed.

Thunder Control the Great Saint’s almond-shaped eyes widened, her black hair dancing in the breeze. "Isn’t that the truth? Even seeing you again now, I can’t help but be amazed at your rise."

Fang Yang’s expression remained unchanged, but ripples stirred in his heart.

He knew all too well what a painful struggle it was to fall into an abyss of mediocrity.

Yes, a struggle.

In the Golden Crow Star Dream Realm, he had become Fang Yuesheng.

Within the Slave Ant Ancient City, he had schemed constantly, cautiously consolidating his position at every turn.

But no matter how much he schemed, he still had to struggle bitterly within the Slave Ant Ancient City for decades before he finally managed to escape.