"Little Chen."
Qitian Muyue leaned close to his ear and said softly yet sternly, "You saw all this today, but once you leave, you must not speak carelessly. Especially not things like bathwater, or even corpse-soaking water. That would be a grave disrespect. Although the Source Ancestor has passed away, his divine body is still the creation of a supreme lifeform. Remember that!"
Qitian Muchen hurriedly shook his head. He had never thought that way. Perhaps it had felt strange at first, but once he clearly recalled how terrifying the Source Ancestor was, such thoughts had completely vanished.
Besides!
What kind of corpse-soaking water could possibly smell so fragrant?
If the fragrance one could sense while bathing in the Fountain of Myriad Daos was a level ten, then beside the Source Ancestor, it was at least level ten thousand!
This underground palace made Qitian Muchen feel as though he were in an immortal realm. Every limb and bone in his body was constantly absorbing the gifts bestowed by the Source Ancestor.
"Then... will the Fountain of Myriad Daos ever run dry?" Qitian Muchen asked.
"For now, it does not seem so. However, the Fountain of Myriad Daos produced over each period is indeed limited, so it still has to be controlled. It may look like there is plenty here, but the Hellfiend Clan and the Sui Shen Clan also keep watch. The rules set down by our ancestors dictate that no matter who becomes the Valley Lord, the basic rules must be followed... though exceptions can occasionally be made." Qitian Muyu said.
"Can I make an exception today?" Qitian Muchen asked.
"Make one this time. The Fountain of Myriad Daos here can help this little thing's body recover faster. Fortunately, its physical body was not completely shattered. Otherwise, even the