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Qi Consumption Path.

Year 8694 of the Recent Antiquity Calendar.

Western Tuo Prefecture, Azure Separation Mountain.

Lush vegetation flourished with teeming life.

Though they had weathered the previous great calamity, the Fang Clan, relying on the name of Medicine King Green Tara, had still welcomed tremendous growth.

By now, they had become a colossal power under the White Bone Path, standing in a three-way balance with Vast Sea Gate and the Bai Family.

Only Fang Daoling himself knew just how strong the Fang Clan appeared on the outside and how hollow it was within. Thus, ever since returning from the front lines, he had remained indoors under the pretext of recuperating from his wounds.

At the edge of a spiritual field.

Fang Daoling wore a black robe, its left sleeve hanging empty. With his right hand forming a seal, he summoned Sweet Dew Rain.

Amid the misty rain, he thought once more of his grandfather, Fang Wu Jiu.

By now, the old man's health had worsened by the day. His end was likely near.

At that thought, a trace of sorrow crept between his brows.

"[Ji Water] is spring, is rain, is pond, is marsh. It possesses the nature of moistening what lies below, nourishing all things, and breeding life in dense vapors—

"It dwells last among the Four Waters."

Suddenly, a deep, resonant voice sounded beside him.

Fang Daoling stared blankly over and saw that, at some unknown moment, a male cultivator in earthy yellow robes had appeared atop the ridge between the fields.

He looked only twenty or thirty years old, yet his brows carried an air of ancient vicissitude. His features also bore a faint resemblance to Fang Daoling's grandfather.

Upon his robes were the divine forms of four great beasts—a raccoon dog, a musk deer, a