Chapter 544 - 447: The Golden Crow’s Old Dream, the Strife to Attain the Dao

Chapter 544: Chapter 447: The Golden Crow’s Old Dream, the Strife to Attain the Dao

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"The Kunpeng Ancient Nest, the Kunpeng of this era, Fang Yang..."

Within the Purple Cloud Villa, Jiuzhe stood amidst a sea of Yin Yang Dao Bamboo.

At this moment, a gentle breeze swept through, causing the bamboo sea to sway. The scene was the very picture of Daoist transcendence.

However, Jiuzhe’s expression was somewhat gloomy.

He had already learned of the recent major events in the Immortal Realm through special channels.

He knew that Fang Yang had manifested as a Saint, and even suspected that Thunder Saint Venerable and Changsheng were plotting something.

If so, it would mean Fang Yang might be able to travel freely between the Immortal Realm and the Eight Domains of Heaven and Earth.

In that case, Fang Yang could definitely become a living Saint Venerable, with a chance to seize the title of Dream Emperor.

But all in all, he had received this intelligence a bit too slowly.

It could only be said that the other Saint Venerables were not easy to deal with either; they would all counter-plot in the Eight Domains of Heaven and Earth.

This only served to stir the waters in the Eight Domains of Heaven and Earth, making them ever deeper.

’I have to speed things up.’ His gaze was profound, like a deep pool.

The [Tai Chi Yin Yang Diagram Manifestation] was very special; it was a key component in his plan to corrupt the will of the Celestial Domain.

But under the pressure from Fang Yang, it was time for him to close the net on Su Dao ahead of schedule.

Meanwhile.

At that same time.

The war between the two domains, instigated by the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life and the Red Flame Demon Country, had caused Dream Worlds to spring up one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, shocking the world.

The emergence of these Dream Worlds, in turn, built the prestige of Ye Jianrou, the ’Master of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass’.

With her incredibly fast breakthrough speed, Ye Jianrou was seen as a peerless prodigy who had the potential to stand alongside Fang Yang.

Under these circumstances, Sang Xiaowan was being specially cultivated by the spirits of the Longevity Diagram and the Ten Thousand Dao Altar, with the intention of having her contend with Ye Jianrou.

At this moment, Sang Xiaowan was waving goodbye to her mother, Fu Sheng Fairy.

Under the protection of her father, the Purple Sky Manor Master, she too was heading to the front lines to venture through the Dream Worlds and grow at a rapid pace.

She hoped to achieve a level of success that could match Ye Jianrou’s.

"Xiaowan."

Fu Sheng Fairy gazed at her departing daughter and husband, her slender, pale hands clenched tightly. Her long, limpid eyes were filled with worry.

She had never imagined that her daughter would have to bear such a heavy responsibility on her shoulders.

Fortunately, no matter what, her daughter still had Fang Yang behind her!

Fang Yang had brought the deepest despair to countless cultivators, yet he had also brought them the brightest dawn.

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「Thunder Saint Academy, Bai Zhi Dojo.」

A gentle breeze swept by as Fang Yang arrived for a visit.

Ever since Sen Hui had become a Saint and been granted the title of Abyss Sea Medicine Saint, she had not left the Bai Zhi Dojo.

On the contrary, during the Qi-gathering phase on that day, she had questioned the heavens about her confusion regarding the refining of Saint Realm Pills and had received inspiration.

In the days since, aside from her tender moments with Fang Yang, she had spent most of her time here, studying with her master, Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint.

Fang Yang had come to the Bai Zhi Dojo this time because he had felt something in his heart while cultivating.

Not long ago, he had suddenly sensed a young, tender voice from within the Bai Zhi Dojo calling out to him—a voice that felt intimately close, a call of blended bloodlines.

Thus, a thought surfaced in his mind, and he came over.

"Ah Yang, you’re going to be a father," Sen Hui said with a gentle smile.

Fang Yang’s eyes lit up, his face filled with joy. He took Sen Hui’s soft hand and said, "You’ve had to endure so much."

He gently hugged Sen Hui, then leaned down to listen for the baby’s movements, causing Sen Hui to watch him with a beaming smile, as if she could never get enough of the sight.

At this moment, a hundred different emotions churned within Fang Yang.

There was shock and a sense of bewilderment, but more than anything, there was joy.

Only after a long while did the lake of his heart gradually calm.

Seeing this, Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint and Mrs. Sen, who were standing to the side, were both incredibly gratified.

Mrs. Sen, in particular, had rushed over from the Changkong clan immediately after hearing the news.

She had come specifically to take good care of Sen Hui.

「Half a month later.」

In the palace, Sen Hui gently hugged Fang Yang. Understandingly, she said, "With my mother and Master here to take care of me, you don’t have to worry. Everything will be fine."

"Instead, you need to handle things properly with Zither Immortal."

"You are the master of the Golden Crow and, more importantly, the Kunpeng Ancestor. You can’t let your cultivation be delayed because of me."

The revival head of a lineage or the primordial ancestor of a lineage possessed unique abilities.

If they were to have children and expand their line, they would contend for fortune and destiny, which involved the authority of heaven and earth.

It was suspected to be a way of using the authority of humanity to leverage the authority of heaven and earth.

Typical examples were Thunder Saint Venerable and the Jile Demon Venerable.

The former successfully expanded his lineage and established the Golden Clan, earning the reverence of all living beings.

The latter wavered, leaving behind only the Jile Demon Sect, which was detested by other orthodoxies and thus unable to rule over a domain.

’In my view, this is actually another manifestation of the principle ’more children, more blessings’.’

"I’ll handle it. Don’t worry." Fang Yang’s gaze flickered as he gently hugged her from behind.

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In the Fusang Immortal Land, colorful butterflies fluttered about.

At that moment, Chenri the Great Saint was watching Fang Yang, a complicated light in his eyes.

Although Fang Yang was being perfectly courteous, he still felt a bit vexed.

But he also knew that if he were to make things difficult, it would inevitably put his disciple, Zither Immortal, in a difficult position.

’Otherwise, why would Zither Immortal seem so anxious?’

In the end, he just sighed internally and put on a smile. "You’re back. In that case, spend some quality time with Zither Immortal. She’s missed you very much."

With that, he flicked his sleeve, transformed into a streak of light, and vanished, leaving the two juniors alone.

A gentle breeze blew, causing the branches and leaves of the immortal land’s Divine Wood to sway and rustle.

Beneath the Fusang Divine Tree, Fang Yang and Yu Zither Immortal stood facing each other.