When he returned to Little West Mountain, the Five Viscera Temple's menial servants were still stationed there. They behaved no differently than usual, showing no signs of panic.
The news from outside the mountain evidently had yet to reach their ears.
Fang Shu paid them only a little attention before slipping underground with practiced ease.
Returning to the dragon lair below, he no longer had his rosy-cloud cape to cover him, but he had newly refined Peach Blossom Mistcloud to protect his body, leaving him even less afraid of the foul qi underground.
Wrapped in white and pink Peach Blossom Mistcloud, Fang Shu walked through layer upon layer of foul qi. Before long, he found the underground dragon vein.
Compared with his previous visit, he had ventured farther underground, estimating that he was at least another hundred zhang deeper.
Unlike the anal cavity, this place contained no foul qi. What remained here was pure spiritual qi.
Dismissing the Peach Blossom Mistcloud, Fang Shu took a breath of the spiritual qi, and excitement immediately appeared on his face.
He also mused inwardly, The spiritual qi here is even richer than before. Is this the flourishing of Mount Lu's fortune that the Five Sects' masters spoke of?
After letting his thoughts wander briefly, Fang Shu collected himself and began preparing a meditation chamber underground.
He simply excavated a chamber three zhang across, neither too large nor too small. After setting up the Five-Colored Spirit-Gathering Formation, a sudden impulse struck him. He took the five-colored soil from his pouch, poured it into the center of the chamber, and built a five-colored earthen altar.
He still did not know exactly what purpose this five-colored earthen altar served.
But the soil had been steeped in the Five Sects' masters' teachings and collected from the summit