Chapter 409: Whitewater Mountain
Inside the meditation chamber.
Fang Wuchen sat cross-legged and swallowed the Great Sun Origin Pill.
The pill was perfectly round throughout, drawing down heavenly light like a tiny sun.
Once the pill entered his belly, it was like swallowing the great sun. The solar essence of the sun mingled with the lunar splendor of the moon; yin and yang balanced each other, cancelling one another out. His chronic ailment vanished at once, and threads of purple qi even began to form, greatly benefiting his cultivation.
He opened his eyes, scarcely able 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 Lunar Tradition is supremely profound; only the Great Sun Tradition can rival it. Even metal and fire fall short by a measure."
"Could Steel Strength Dudzi truly be telling the truth? If so, why did the Temple of All Living Beings Without Form send only a Dudzi to make contact, rather than a Dharma King?"
Fang Wuchen pondered for a moment, then could not help but smile bitterly.
Perhaps it was the same reason as with him. They were all 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 Dudzi even count as a loss?
Someone like Invincible might count as something of a loss, but wouldn't the Dharma King's Dudzis be available in endless supply?
Shaking his head, he left the meditation chamber and saw Steel Strength Dudzi 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 reforms; earth receives seed and ripens grain—if