A Spirit-Nurturing Man at Three Tribulations Completion

Toad Mudflats had been shrouded in thick, unending fog for as long as anyone could remember.

Rumor had it among the servants that this fog seemed connected to the Five Viscera Temple's mountain-protecting formation, which was why it lingered as it did.

Yet whether that was truly the case, no servant could confirm. Everyone only knew that they were lost in the fog, unable to glimpse even the full outline of the Five Viscera Temple—just like ants in a nest, knowing only to keep their heads down and walk.

Fang Shu and the others, though immortal seeds, were no exception.

Though they had entered the immortal sect, they still could not behold its whole face.

In the blink of an eye, several dozen days had passed since they settled at Toad Mudflats.

During those days, aside from meditating and cultivating or wandering about the mudflats, they had not come into contact with any other areas of the Five Viscera Temple.

The immortal sect had given them nothing beyond a communal sleeping room free of charge. As for their daily meals, they had to find their own way to provide for them.

Compared with the servants of the Five Viscera Temple, their circumstances differed in almost no way except that they had no regular duties.

Yet even though everyone felt neglected, not a single one of them had entertained the thought of going down the mountain.

That day.

Fang Shu sat cross-legged inside a stone room. Stone walls stood only a foot away before, behind, and to either side of him, making the space extraordinarily cramped.

It resembled a quiet chamber, yet was not truly one.

After the seven had moved into the communal room, they had discussed matters and hauled stones to build four little corners of their own in