At an unnamed mountain in the Outer Prefecture.
Fang Shu sat cross-legged on a slab of green stone, his face tilted slightly upward toward the golden sunlight overhead.
More than half a month had passed since Three Waters Immortal's lecture.
During this time, he had stayed in his own courtyard, painstakingly cultivating the Three Lights Divine Water the other man had taught him.
Just as Three Waters Immortal had warned, the principle behind the technique sounded simple enough to grasp at a glance: he merely had to transform his qi into three kinds of divine water.
But putting it into practice was a complicated and arduous business.
He had to be careful while inhaling the essence of the sun and moon, lest he invite disaster. The hours he could cultivate each day also had to be adjusted strictly according to the seasons and the time of year.
A person's Root Bone, the properties of the Spiritual Veins within their body, their cultivation environment, and the Spirit Stones at their disposal—all of these affected the condensation of divine water, and none could be neglected.
Thus, even with Fang Shu's "comprehension," and the foundation of his Dao vein, which allowed him to see through things within and without, he still had not condensed a single drop of Three Lights Divine Water after more than half a month.
Suddenly, golden light surged around Fang Shu as he sat on the stone. Wisps of glittering golden mist appeared between his brows. He immediately focused his thoughts and directed his qi into them, drawing the mist together. His throat worked, and a rumbling like wind and thunder rang out as he chanted, or perhaps murmured an incantation.
A moment later, with a low hum, a golden glimmer appeared between Fang Shu's brows, like liquid sunlight