Fang Yang's Dao

"Haha, this is the true Sect Protecting Divine Artifact. Using this to suppress our sect's destiny is more reliable than using the Chaos Bell!"

Fang Yang held the Divine Grain, his heart filled with excitement. The Chaos Bell suppressed destiny by reducing outflow, but the Divine Grain was an inflow!

He had just picked a grain of Divine Grain and tasted it, immediately feeling a massive surge of vital energy pouring into his body. Simultaneously, a wave of spiritual energy erupted within him, and even his bloodline felt refined.

One had to know, he was already a top-tier Golden Immortal, and even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal would struggle to contend with him. For the Divine Grain to make him feel this way, could it be ordinary Divine Grain?

As long as he protected this Mother Rice and cultivated its seeds, in a few years, he could popularize the Divine Grain among the human race and all the myriad races in the heavens.

Don't forget, Fang Yang possessed the Qingcheng Grotto-Heaven. One year in the Qingcheng Grotto-Heaven was only one day in the outside world!

Even if the quality of the Divine Grain's offspring declined, it would be absolutely sufficient to feed mortals, cultivators, and low-level Immortals. The existence of the Divine Grain was equivalent to laying the foundation for all the myriad races in the heavens.

As long as the Divine Grain remained the staple food for all the myriad races, the Sect of Enlightenment's merits would flow in endlessly. Endless merits meant unending destiny.

"Rationality, I must remain rational. I'm still a novice when it comes to cultivating immortal seeds. I need to go to the Myriad Laws Pavilion to look up some information and learn about this. No, to be safe, I'd better make a trip to the East Pole Heaven and observe the Azure Dragon clan's methods for cultivating plants and learn from them."

No matter how much his Teacher had his back, he couldn't always bother him. As a qualified disciple, he had to have the ability to solve problems himself.

The Divine Rice in front of Fang Yang was a unique treasure, and no amount of importance placed upon it would be excessive.

He rummaged through his Treasury and found a piece of Heavenly Wood Divine Soil rich in Wood Power. He planted the Divine Rice there, then created a separate space to store it.

After dealing with the Divine Rice, Fang Yang continued fishing.

There were indeed many good things in the Myriad Treasures Long River. Both the Heavenly Dipper Divine Gang and the Divine Rice had given him immense surprises. However, he still wanted to fish for treasures useful for cultivation.

He also wanted to advance to Grand Unity Golden Immortal quickly. He was a Core Disciple of the Supreme Pure Spirit Treasure Heavenly Venerate, and it wasn't good to remain in the Golden Immortal realm forever.

The Sect of Enlightenment already had True Person Huang Long. If the Sect of Torment produced another Fang Yang, it would truly be a case of Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick dividing the world.

The path Fang Yang intended to take was called the Heaven and Earth Origin Dao.

This great Dao was even more overbearing than Daoist Duobao's Only I Am Supreme Dao. Daoist Duobao's Only I Am Supreme Dao was merely about dominion, whereas the Heaven and Earth Origin Dao was about the unification of all things, returning them to Fang Yang.

Specifically, it meant reversing the process of Heaven and Earth Opening, transforming all Daos into the four origins of Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind, then merging these four origins into one, and finally transforming that one into a state of origin that didn't even exist as a world. This Dao would then be considered perfected.

Currently, Fang Yang had only mapped out the route for himself.

He first needed to cultivate the power of the four origins, elevating the power into the four laws of Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind. With these four laws, he would open up his Destiny World and thus advance to the Great Tower Golden Immortal realm.

Just this step alone was enough to give Fang Yang a headache.

The power of the four origins was not easy to cultivate. He had found many divine objects containing the four origins in the Myriad Phenomena Pavilion, but he still needed a Magic Treasure to anchor the power of these four origins.

How powerful were the four origins? If he were to bear them directly with his physical body, it might cause the power of the four origins to run wild. The consequences would be unimaginable.

Therefore, he thought of using the power of a Magic Treasure to anchor the power of the four origins. As long as the power of the four origins reached a balance within the Magic Treasure, he could then slowly digest them and completely turn them into his own power.

The laws he comprehended would be classified under the laws corresponding to the Four Great Origins, governed by them.

To put it simply, after Fang Yang became a disciple of Sect Master Tongtian, his ambitions exploded.

An ordinary Outer Disciple could be a slacker, it didn't matter. Outer Disciples had no conditions for self-improvement. Since he had become a disciple of Sect Master Tongtian, if he didn't strive, it would be a disservice to this immense Opportunity.

Fang Yang still wanted to forge his own path and create his own lineage.

Drip, drip, drip! Drip, drip, drip!

Beside the Myriad Treasures Long River, Fang Yang fished alone. Apart from the sound of the Myriad Treasures Long River flowing, there was no other noise. Fang Yang's mind was as calm as still water, waiting for a new Opportunity to arrive.

This time, he waited for four days and finally saw a new Opportunity appear.

After a "thump," a Low-grade Acquired Spirit Pill landed in Fang Yang's hand. Fang Yang looked at the pill, which barely possessed any Law Power, and put it away.

After all, it was a pill. It would be good to feed it to his mount or his Attendant. Fang Yang was not as wasteful as Saint Mother Jin Ling, who would destroy even the Opportunities she obtained.

Opportunities he disdained could be exchanged for land resources or population resources.

The various tribes of the human race attacked each other, and a large number of slaves were born every year. He could casually buy a batch, help them shed their slave status, and then give them a piece of land. They would become his most loyal subjects and help him evolve his Great Dao.

One could only say that Saint Mother Jin Ling was wasteful!

In the following time, Fang Yang continuously fished up some strange and peculiar items. Even Magic Treasures, magic robes, Cultivation Methods, and spells that even a Celestial Immortal would disdain appeared.

Fang Yang casually tossed them away. These miscellaneous items flew out of Golden Ao Island, tore through the void, and landed in some unknown region. Perhaps, a lucky person would find them and embark on the path to immortality.

He now understood why Daoist Duobao and the others did not stay by the Myriad Treasures Long River all the time.

No one could control Opportunities. Without Opportunity, one could wait until the end of time, until the mountains had no peaks and the heavens and earth merged, and still not fish up the treasures they desired.

"This is the last time. Regardless of the outcome this time, I will leave. Besides Magic Treasures, formations can also carry the power of the Four Great Origins. I will find a way to cultivate formations into divine abilities, and use formations to seal the Four Great Origins within my body to slowly digest them. I still have the Immortal Demon God Art. When I cultivate it to the sixth level or even higher, I will be able to withstand the power of the Four Great Origins without using any external means."

Fang Yang had always adhered to the principle of "if the east is not bright, the west will be." Nothing was absolutely necessary.

After fishing up a pile of junk, Fang Yang knew it was time for him to give up. However, since he had already cast his line, he had to try one last time.

No matter the outcome, he could accept it. Even if there was no Harvest, he would at most have to put in a little extra effort. He could afford this little bit of time.