Three Azure Mountains.
Fang Qing's eyes were black as ink. In an instant, he saw the figures of one practitioner after another.
Among them were pure martial artists, Daoist priests, and even government yamen runners and constables.
"Winnowing Basket Water is spreading, but it still isn't enough!" He sighed. Though he had opened up the Inner Landscape Realm, Little White was still the only one who could enter it.
Even Xuanzi, who had progressed the fastest among them, remained at the stage of the Twelve Primary Meridians and had not even crossed the threshold of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.
"Perhaps I should make a declaration to the world on behalf of this brand-new Dao Path?" Fang Qing silently sensed the feedback from his true body and knew that this little influence was, if not a drop in the ocean, at least a cup of water against a cartload of fire when it came to repairing Winnowing Basket Water's Vacant Position.
"Looks like I still need to stir things up. Stir up something big."
"How about taking a giant cannonball to the face?"
Ever since gaining Divine Abilities from the Inner Landscape Realm, Fang Qing was now equivalent to a Purple Mansion True Person.
In this world, at least for now, he had yet to encounter any extraordinary existence. He could practically sweep through it unopposed.
Besides, those of the Purple Mansion were already no longer human. The fleshly body was nothing more than a shell, so naturally he would not care about warships and cannons.
"Alas, I ran too quickly back then. I didn't stay behind to slap their faces hard enough and create a face-slapping cycle. Now it's hard even to find an excuse."
"Still, perhaps I don't need to find one. So long as I go to Prosperous