Time flowed, and the years turned.
In the blink of an eye, three years had passed.
On this day, Fang Shu was cultivating in his small courtyard. He sat cross-legged within a massive cauldron, streams of golden light surging around him.
Compared to three years ago, the great cauldron had suffered considerable damage. Its surface was already uneven and pitted, yet it bore not the slightest trace of rust. Instead, it gleamed even more brilliantly with gold, displaying the true character of bronze.
Spiritual energy trembled all around, transforming into strands of golden thread that shrouded the entire courtyard. Thousands upon thousands stretched across the air.
Yet on this day, the massive cauldron finally could bear no more. Cracks spread across its body with a series of sharp snaps, and its spiritual energy abruptly scattered. As the core collapsed, the formation within the courtyard also began breaking apart inch by inch.
More importantly, the yang fire Fang Shu had placed beneath the cauldron had been continuously drawn upon for three years. At this moment, its origin finally collapsed, and it could no longer endure.
Just now, the flame had enjoyed one final flare of life, suddenly leaping up and burning the already cracked cauldron completely apart.
After that leap, the flame seed swayed violently before finally dissipating in weakness.
Inside the cauldron, Fang Shu's eyelids trembled slightly.
Though he had noticed the scene, he made no move to salvage it. Instead, he continued immersing himself in cultivation, practicing on his own.
A drop of golden Sunlight Divine Water appeared before his brow at the very instant the yang fire vanished.
At that moment, Fang Shu abruptly opened his eyes. Unlike before, he did not cut open his flesh. Instead, he controlled that drop of Sunlight Divine Water and sent it