Chapter 162: Chapter 160: When One Person Attains the Dao, Their Chickens and Dogs Ascend to Heaven

Not long after the incident at the Monarch’s Camp, the day arrived to open the Xuan-Yu Blessed Land.

At Sen Yue’s command, the eight banner legions—including the Thunder Punishment Banner, Cold Flood Dragon Banner, and Cangmu Banner—struck their camps and advanced.

The assignment to a particular banner legion subtly established a hierarchy, reflecting the strength of each clan and lineage within the greater Changkong tribe.

And because of Fang Yang, the Fang Clan was able to secure a position near the very front.

The Fang Clan now ranked just below the major lineages like the Sen, Qing, and Chen. They had leaped from the lowest rung to the second tier, far surpassing the Zhang Clan!

Fang Yang himself was situated in the most central, core area.

"It’s a true case of ’one person attains the Dao, and even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.’"

"That’s right. Fang Min and Fang Hao may be famous in their own right, but if not for Fang Yang, they never would have been assigned to the Thunder Punishment Banner."

"It looks like by attaching themselves to the Sen Clan, the Fang Clan is poised to return to its former glory..."

Thanks to Fang Yang’s connections, the Fang Clan’s status soared.

This change immediately sparked the envy of many.

Needless to say, if Fang Yang ever had a falling out with Sen Hui, the Fang Clan elders would probably be the first ones to turn their backs on him!

The wheels rumbled and horse hooves thundered.

The great, sprawling procession made its way toward the very heart of the Xuan Domain.

A violent blizzard howled, and the snow on the road piled up, reaching knee-deep.

The Cold Flood Dragon Banner Legion.

The Zhang Clan’s assembly area.

Riding a Flame Lion, Zhang Le gazed toward the front of the procession.

He looked indignant. "Fang Xuan, Fang Duanhai, and the others are so damn lucky. They’re just riding Fang Yang’s coattails."

Uncle Qi clasped one hand behind his back and remarked with a sigh, "Given how generously Sen Yue treats Fang Yang, as long as he doesn’t make any major mistakes in the future, he’s almost certain to be promoted to the rank of Saint."

Hearing their words, Zhang Ye lifted his head.

Zhang Ye had originally been put forward to challenge Fang Yang, continuing the long-standing rivalry between the Fang and Zhang clans.

But now, the gap between them was just too vast.

"Yes, the road ahead for Fang Yang might not be easy, but at least he has a road to walk," Zhang Ye sighed.

But then, his eyes blazed with determination. "If there is no road, then I will forge my own. During this trip to the Xuan-Yu Blessed Land, I will transform into a Crocodile Finch Spirit Body!"

His soaring fighting spirit caught his cousin Zhang Le and Uncle Qi completely off guard.

Fang Yang had Sen Hui behind him, and even paramount figures like Sen Wei and Sen Yue.

Therefore, losing to Fang Yang and being left in his dust wasn’t something unacceptable.

But they had never imagined that Zhang Ye’s ambition was still so high!

Coincidentally, in another part of the Thunder Punishment Banner’s formation, someone else also had Fang Yang on their mind.

In the Chen Clan’s assembly area, a fleet of Azure Cloud Luan Flying Boats was gathered.

Inside one of the Flying Boats, Chen Ying lifted the curtain and gazed toward the front of the procession.

Her gaze was forlorn as she silently watched the carriage where Fang Yang was.

’The person who should have been with Fang Yang was me, not Sen Hui!’

"The Thunder Saint Academy, the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life..."

For some reason, she found herself hoping that Fang Yang would fail to enter the Thunder Saint Academy and instead come with her to study at the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life.

Meanwhile, Fang Yang was chatting casually with Sen Hui.

Fang Yang’s mind, however, had already drifted to the Black Moon Great Saint’s place of inheritance.

’I need to obtain the Heart of the Black Moon Water Kun from the Black Moon Great Saint’s place of inheritance!’

...

The Xuan-Yu Blessed Land was rumored to be a great world created by the Thunder Saint Venerable. It contained countless opportunities, enough for one to defy the heavens and change their destiny!

Its territory was vast, large enough to hold tens of millions of people.

Within it were not only countless Spiritual Objects, but also the legacies of numerous cultivators—some left by Mortal Practitioners, others by those in the Saint Realm.

These legacies varied in quality, and it was up to the inheritors to discern the good from the bad.

However, Fang Yang had learned from Sen Hui that the Xuan-Yu Blessed Land was actually an ownerless Blessed Land that the Thunder Saint Venerable had inherited in his youth.

After the Thunder Saint Venerable attained the Dao, He began to transform it, turning it into a Blessed Land—a treasured ground suitable for the younger generation of the Golden Clan.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH...

The closer they came to the heart of the Xuan Domain, the more severe the blizzard grew.

It wasn’t just the blizzard; bolts of lightning frequently arced across the dim sky.

Eventually, it was as if a sea of lightning was crashing down, a place utterly unreachable by mortals.

Sitting in his carriage, Fang Yang could feel a power like the might of the heavens itself.

"Ah Yang, come quick!"

Sen Hui pulled Fang Yang by the hand over to the window.

They looked through the translucent crystal window, their gazes fixed on the very front of the procession.

At the head of the procession, Sen Yue stood alone. He wore a Purple Gold Daoist Robe and possessed an ethereal, immortal-like bearing, as if he were a great Dao Monarch.

As all eyes watched, Sen Yue slowly reached out and touched the empty air.

In an instant, a single point of Taiyin starlight appeared, then expanded at a frantic pace.

In a flash, the dim sky transformed into a boundless Star Realm, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

And within that boundless Star Realm, the bright, sacred, and lifelike Dharma Aspect of a pure white immortal crane slowly materialized.

It gently flapped its wings. Stars shattered, and a majestic, purple-gold light radiated outward, illuminating the world.

Bathed in its light, Sen Yue looked like a Divine King descending upon the mortal realm—proud, solitary, and profound!

RUMBLE...

A portal suddenly materialized in the void.

The portal expanded rapidly, connecting heaven and earth and leading to some unknown land.

Then, the pure white crane merged with the portal, causing it to swing wide open.

Immediately, a dense concentration of the world’s spiritual energy gathered, forming a massive bridge under the influence of the purple-gold light.

"The Blessed Land!"

"What incredible power! To actually force the Blessed Land to open ahead of schedule."

"Is that pure white crane some form of the Taiyin Star Monarch’s Dharma Aspect? The Monarch’s power is terrifying..."

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at Sen Yue.

Fang Yang, however, felt Sen Yue’s application of stellar power from such a close distance, and it sparked numerous ideas in his mind.

At the same time, he was inspired to refine his Flame Skill and Thunderous Strike Skill.

His Flame Skill, for example, could follow the path of the White Feathered Eagle, accommodating all manner of Anomalous Flames!

"The Xuan-Yu Blessed Land... heh," Sen Yue murmured, his eyes narrowing into a slight smile.

He gave his Daoist robe a gentle flick and, using a Great Divine Technique, forcefully seized a measure of authority over the Blessed Land.

The next moment, he vanished, taking with him those under his protection: Sen Hui, Sen Wei, the four Pavilion Elders, and other members of the Sen Clan.

This group, of course, included Fang Yang.

’He’s going in just like that?!’

The Saints watching in secret all revealed looks of astonishment.

According to tradition, everyone entering the Xuan-Yu Blessed Land was supposed to be scattered and randomly teleported to different corners of the domain.

But if they, a group of Saints, were not mistaken, Sen Yue had just broken that tradition.

Once again, their understanding of the Young Venerable deepened.

It wasn’t just them; even the Great Saints in Longevity Heaven were alarmed and bewildered by Sen Yue’s display!