Sangji entered seclusion with no prospect of emerging, and Deathless Temple carried on as usual.
After all, breaking through to the Purple Mansion and becoming a Dharma King... usually took decades.
For the first ten years, no one might even notice anything amiss.
That's the last bit of time Sangji can buy me...
How to run, where to run—I still need to calculate that first...
Inside his cave abode, Fang Qing sat cross-legged before a blazing brazier.
Joining a power with a True Lord was simply too beneficial. He truly hated to leave.
At Deathless Temple, people gathered the spiritual materials he needed for cultivation and delivered them to his door. Whatever ritual implements he wanted could be made... There were even scriptures he could read to improve his divination.
Fang Qing had now absorbed the essence of the Secret Treasury's fate-reading, fire-offering, and other methods of prediction. He felt his divination had improved greatly.
Unfortunately, the higher his cultivation rose, the weightier the causality surrounding him became.
Apart from his own safety, there was almost nothing he could calculate...
If I head east now... minor misfortune.
What a pity. If I were in the Lesser Vast Sea, I could probably work out where the danger came from...
Fang Qing shook his head. Plum blossoms appeared one after another in his mind, forming a divinatory hexagram.
If I go west or north... great misfortune?
The Secret Treasury Domain lies to the west. Going there would be walking straight into a net... As for the north, could that evil thing still be causing trouble?
Demon King Suwu had failed to attain the Golden Core and transformed into an evil thing at the Purple Mansion Peak. It had ravaged the northern reaches and reportedly devoured several Purple Mansion Great Demons, undergoing further