That day.
Fang Shu sat on a stone platform in the Outer Prefecture. Seven Outer Prefecture disciples had gathered around him, while one or two others occasionally came after hearing the news, then left when they had things to do.
They were discussing how to cultivate the Three Lights Divine Water. "Ai! Though I'm only an insignificant Foundation Establishment Earth Immortal here in the Vast Sea Immortal Prefecture, back in my hometown I was considered quite talented, with a steadfast Dao-heart."
A forty-year-old Outer Prefecture disciple said, "But how is it that I can't even get past the first hurdle of the Sunlight Divine Water? I've tempered my bones and sinews since childhood. If even I'm having this much trouble, can anyone in the prefecture really cultivate it?"
The gloom in his heart was plain to see from those words.
Hearing this, Fang Shu couldn't help looking up, inwardly pondering the same thing.
To be honest, he felt the same way.
He, Fang Shu, had a sturdy body, a soul that was no ordinary thing, and a Dao vein. So why was even getting started so difficult?
The only thing that comforted him was that, after talking with everyone over the past few days, he'd discovered the others could only try condensing the divine water once or twice, three times at most.
And quite a few of them had been born with superior Spirit Roots, and had already forged Spiritual Veins that were no less impressive.
Compared with them, though Fang Shu had a Dao vein, his ability to draw in and release spiritual energy was still constrained by his foundation. It was only somewhat better than average. After all, while Spiritual Veins had their own merits compared with Dao veins, cultivation speed was not necessarily a weakness. It was