Chapter 398: Hundred Years (Bonus Chapter, Please Subscribe)
Breath-Nourishing Dao.
Near-Ancient Calendar, year 8694.
Xituo Commandery, Azure Departure Mountain.
Lush vegetation flourished, teeming with life.
Though it had weathered the previous great calamity, the Fang Family had still ushered in tremendous development under the name of Medicine King Qing Dumu.
By now, it had become a colossal force under the White Bone Way, standing in tripartite balance with the Vast Sea Sect and the White Clan.
Only Fang Daoling himself knew how hollow the Fang Family was beneath its outward strength. Thus, ever since returning from the front lines, he had remained indoors under the pretext of nursing his wounds.
At the edge of the spirit fields.
Fang Daoling wore a black robe, its left sleeve hanging empty. With his right hand forming a seal, he summoned Sweet Dew Rain.
Through the hazy curtain of rain, he thought once more of his grandfather, Fang Wujiu.
By now, the old man's health had worsened by the day. His final limit was likely close at hand.
At that thought, a trace of sorrow inevitably appeared between his brows.
"[Winnowing Basket Water] is spring, rain, pond, and marsh. It possesses the nature of moistening downward, nourishing all things, gathering into mist, and transforming life—
"It dwells at the end of the Four Waters."
Suddenly, a deep and resonant voice sounded beside him.
Fang Daoling stared blankly over and saw that, atop the ridge between fields, a male cultivator in earth-yellow robes had appeared at some unknown time.
He looked only twenty or thirty, yet his brows carried an air of ancient vicissitudes. His features bore a faint resemblance to Fang Daoling's grandfather.
Four great divine forms—raccoon dog, muntjac, pheasant, and bat—were embroidered upon his robes, vivid and lifelike, running, leaping, and bounding.
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