Fang Yang's Dao

"Hahaha! This is what a true Sect Protecting Divine Artifact should be. Using it to stabilize our sect's fortune is even more reliable than using the Chaos Bell!"

Fang Yang held the Divine Grain, his heart surging with excitement. Using the Chaos Bell to stabilize fortune was like conserving resources; the Divine Grain, on the other hand, created new ones!

He had just plucked a grain of Divine Grain and tasted it. He immediately felt a vast amount of vital essence flow into his body. At the same time, a surge of spiritual energy erupted within him, and even his bloodline seemed to be undergoing refinement.

One had to understand that he was already among the strongest Golden Immortals. Even a Great Unity Golden Immortal would struggle to stand against him. If the Divine Grain could make him feel this way, how could it be ordinary?

As long as he protected this Mother Rice plant and cultivated its seeds, then in a few years, he could spread Divine Grain among the Human Clan and across the All Heavens and Myriad Races.

And he had Qingcheng Grotto-Heaven. A year inside Qingcheng Grotto-Heaven amounted to only a single day in the outside world!

Even if the descendants of the Divine Grain were of lower quality, they would still be more than suitable for nourishing mortals, cultivators, and low-ranking immortals. The Divine Grain's existence would lay a foundation for the All Heavens and Myriad Races.

As long as the Divine Grain remained the staple food of the All Heavens and Myriad Races, the Interception Sect would receive an unending stream of merit. And an unending stream of merit meant that its fortune would never run dry.

"Stay calm. I have to keep a clear head. I'm still a novice when it comes to cultivating Immortal Seeds. I need to look through the Myriad Laws Pavilion's records and learn about this. No—to be safe, I should make a trip to East Pole Heaven and study how the Azure Dragon Clan cultivates plants. I can learn from their experience."

No matter how much his teacher had his back, he couldn't keep troubling him. A capable disciple had to be able to solve problems on his own.

The Divine Rice plant before Fang Yang was a one-of-a-kind treasure. It was impossible to be too careful with it.

He rummaged through his private stash and found a piece of Heavenly Wood Divine Soil rich in Wood Power. He planted the Divine Rice in it, then carved out a separate space and stored the plant there.

After taking care of the Divine Rice, Fang Yang continued fishing.

There really were plenty of good things in the Myriad Treasures Long River. Both the Heavenly Dipper Divine Gang and the Divine Rice had given him a tremendous surprise. Still, he wanted to fish up some treasures that could help with cultivation.

He wanted to reach the Great Unity Golden Immortal Realm as quickly as possible. He was a Core Disciple of the Supreme Pure Spirit Treasure Heavenly Venerate, after all. It wouldn't do to remain stuck in the Golden Immortal Realm forever.

The Sect of Enlightenment already had True Person Huang Long. If the Interception Sect produced another Fang Yang, the two sects would have a pair of legendary slackers competing for the title.

The Dao Fang Yang intended to follow 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 Dao was about ruling over all things, whereas the Heaven and Earth Origin Dao returned all things to unity—to Fang Yang.

To be specific, it involved reversing the process of Heaven and Earth Opening. The myriad Daos would first be divided and incorporated into the four origins of earth, fire, water, and wind. Then those four origins would be united, and that unity would be reduced to the primordial state that existed before even the world itself. Only then would the Dao be considered complete.

For now, Fang Yang had only mapped out the path for himself.

First, he had to cultivate the power of the four origins and elevate that power into the four Laws of earth, fire, water, and wind. He would then use those four Laws to create his Destiny World and advance to the Great Tower Golden Immortal Realm.

Even this first step was enough to give Fang Yang a headache.

The power of the four origins was no easy thing to cultivate. He had found quite a few divine treasures containing the four origins in the Myriad Phenomena Pavilion, but he still needed a magic treasure to house their power.

The four origins were immensely powerful. If he tried to bear them directly with his body, their power might run wild. The consequences would be unimaginable.

So he came up with the idea of using a magic treasure to house the power of the four origins. As long as their power reached equilibrium inside the treasure, he could slowly absorb them and make them his own.

The many Laws he had comprehended would also be sorted beneath the corresponding Laws of the four origins, which would bring them all under their command.

In the end, it all came down to this: after becoming Sect Master Tongtian's disciple, Fang Yang's ambitions had begun to soar.

An ordinary Outer Disciple could afford to be content with idling away. Outer Disciples lacked the means to get ahead. But after becoming Sect Master Tongtian's disciple, he had to strive harder. Otherwise, he would be wasting this heaven-sent opportunity.

Fang Yang still wanted to forge his own path and establish a tradition of his own.

Drip, drip. Drip, drip.

By the banks of the Myriad Treasures Long River, Fang Yang fished alone. Apart from the river's flow, not a sound disturbed the silence. His mind was as still as water as he waited for a new opportunity to arrive.

This time, he waited four days before a new opportunity finally appeared.

With a thud, a Low-grade Acquired Spirit Pill landed in Fang Yang's hand. He looked at the pill, which barely contained any Law Power, and put it away all the same.

It was a pill, after all. He could feed it to a mount or a young attendant. Fang Yang wasn't as wasteful as Saint Mother Jin Ling, who would even destroy opportunities that came her way.

If he didn't care for an opportunity, he could always trade it for land or labor.

The Human Clan's tribes fought among themselves, and large numbers of slaves were born every year. He could buy a batch, free them from slavery, and give them land. They would then become his most loyal subjects and help him evolve the Great Dao.

All one could say was that Saint Mother Jin Ling was wasteful!

In the time that followed, Fang Yang reeled in all sorts of strange things: artifacts, robes, cultivation methods, and techniques that even Heavenly Immortals wouldn't bother with.

With a casual toss, he sent all that miscellaneous junk flying off Golden Ao Island and through the void, with no idea where it might land. Perhaps some lucky person would find it and step onto the path of immortality.

Now he understood why Daoist Duobao and the others hadn't stayed by the Myriad Treasures Long River all the time.

No one could control when an opportunity appeared. Without one, a person could fish until the end of time, until mountains crumbled and Heaven and Earth joined as one, and still never catch the treasure they wanted.

"One last try. Whatever the result, I'm leaving after this. Besides magic treasures, formations can also bear the power of the four origins. I'll find a way to cultivate a formation into a divine ability, then use it to seal the four origins inside my body and slowly absorb them. I also have the Immortal Demon God Art. Once I reach the sixth layer or higher, I'll be able to withstand the power of the four origins without relying on any other means."

Fang Yang had always believed that if one way failed, another would work. Nothing was indispensable.

After catching a whole pile of junk, Fang Yang knew it was time to give up. But since he had already cast his line, he might as well try one last time.

Whatever happened, he could accept it. Even if he caught nothing, it would only cost him a little more effort. He could spare that small amount of time.