Several days later.
Fang Qing read through the Lord of the Charnel Forest's Earth Scripture and swallowed the "Bone-Seed Fragrance." In mere moments, he established his Dao Foundation and mastered the "White Bone Visualization."
"Truly a venerable one, with divine abilities beyond measure."
Sangji prostrated himself in utter admiration.
"Enough. Get up before you speak..."
Fang Qing slowly recalled the various methods Sangji had handed over, but ultimately asked, "Sangji... why do you think this world is the way it is?"
He needed to practice and understand each of the many Esoteric Treasury methods.
But what he wanted to know even more was how a direct disciple of a Golden Core sect understood the world.
"This world is filthy, overrun with demons and monsters... only when you ascend to the highest seat, Venerable One, can the universe be swept clean."
Sangji prostrated himself again.
"Forget it... tell me about the cultivation world."
Fang Qing waved a hand speechlessly. He realized he had been a fool to ask a religious man such a question.
"In the cultivation world, those at Dao Foundation and Qi Ingestion... are all ants. Only upon becoming a Purple Mansion Dharma King can one count as half a player on the board. Only Great True Persons of the late Purple Mansion stage can sway the course of the world..."
Sangji pressed his palms together as he spoke.
"So I'm still an ant?"
Fang Qing laughed at himself, then asked, "How much do you know about the Temple of the Supreme Source of All Dharmas, the 'Temple of the Great Sun Wheel' atop the Great Snow Mountain?"
"That temple was founded in High Antiquity. The precise date can no longer be verified... it enshrines the supreme deity of our Great Sun Esoteric Sect—the Great Sun Tathagata!"
Sangji said