White Water Mountain

Inside the meditation chamber.

Fang Wuchen sat cross-legged, swallowing a Great Sun Origin Pill.

The pill was perfectly round throughout, drawing down heavenly light like a tiny sun.

As soon as the pill entered his belly, it was like swallowing the Great Sun itself. The solar essence of the sun and the lunar radiance of the moon converged, yin and yang balancing and canceling each other out. His long-standing affliction vanished at once, and threads of purple qi even began to form, greatly benefiting his cultivation.

He opened his eyes, somewhat unable to believe it. "It's healed?"

"No wonder Master once said—though metal and fire shine brilliantly, they must still bow before the sun and moon... This Great Yin Tradition is profoundly exquisite; only the Great Sun Tradition can compare to it. Metal and fire still fall short by a notch..."

"Could what this Vajra Strength Son said be true? If it is, why did All Beings Formless Temple send only one Son to make contact rather than a Dharma King?"

After pondering for a moment, Fang Wuchen could not help but smile bitterly.

This was probably for the same reason as him: they were both mere pawns.

Should anything go wrong, they would be dealt with and cut loose immediately—without the slightest hesitation, and with little loss.

To the Secret Treasury, did a Son even count as a loss?

If someone like Unconquerable could be considered somewhat of a loss, then wouldn't Sons beneath a Dharma King be available in endless supply?

Shaking his head, he walked out of the meditation chamber and saw Vajra Strength Son beneath a bodhi tree, holding a bodhi seed. "Water moistens and flows downward; fire blazes and rises upward; wood bends and straightens; metal yields and transforms; earth receives seed and harvests grain...