Qi Refinement Way.
East Sea.
On an unnamed island.
Fang Qing casually carved out a cave dwelling and began cultivating in seclusion.
He now held a vein of Three-Thousand Weak Water. Even if he wanted to refine pills, he could bring forth a Weak Water Spirit Spring wherever he went. He truly had no need to be picky about where he cultivated.
"Steel Strength Dudzi, settling Causality with Chu Zhaohuang... Those were all excuses."
"I just wanted to travel through the eastern reaches of the Breath-Nourishing Dao, so I went..."
"The war between north and south there has only just ended, and everything is in chaos... Better to wait before going to Northern Zhou. I can cultivate in seclusion for a while and bring Wind-Approaching Foundation to Divine Ability Perfection first..."
Fang Qing sat cross-legged and silently circulated his cultivation technique, but his mind returned to the secrets of Primordial Antiquity he had learned from Sanmu.
"[Year Guardian]... Resurrection?"
"Is this why True Lords have vanished?"
"If so, the wretched state of Water Virtue is actually an advantage... It means no [Year Guardian] has ever arisen from it, so one could ascend to the seat without interference?"
"The same goes for Earth and Wood Virtue, but I still can't let my guard down... Sanmu is only at Early Purple Mansion with a single Divine Ability. What he knows may not be the truth..."
"Yet no matter how I reason it out, when I combine it with divination and the forbidden knowledge I obtained before... Every thread fits into place. It explains so much."
"And according to the Four-Silence Sect's theory, a Golden Core True Lord can only advance by absorbing the other Golden Seats within the same Virtue... Doesn't that mean the [Xun Wind], [Thunder], and even [Sword Dao] Fruit