"The so-called [Yin Heavenly Son] cultivates according to the method, free from calamity and extinction. When his accomplishments are complete and his Dao perfected, water and fire arise within his body..."
Fuli Zi sat upright within the Cloud-Shrouding, Dust-Repelling Curtain. His Seven Radiances Primordial Stars Dharma Robe could cleanse blemishes and sweep away impurities, and had long since washed away all the nectar spilled over his chest.
He said with a smile:
"Among Son of Heaven Fates that possess both sun and moon, there are seven or eight kinds, including the 'Bright Heavenly Son,' 'Yin Heavenly Son,' 'Hidden Heavenly Son,' and 'Demon Heavenly Son.'
I thought this man had a better chance of attaining one of the latter two.
Junior Brother Lou, you've lost this time."
In the Kitchen God Temple, the distance from the main entrance to the hall was roughly a hundred-odd paces, and every step was a checkpoint for examining fate lines.
Many with meager fate Qi could not go far before having to stop, ultimately revealing only the "courses" of seven or eight, or thirteen or fourteen fate lines.
Since the man with "Shang" in his name had manifested the [Yin Heavenly Son] fate configuration,
he must at least have entered the gates and the hall, walked up to the altar, and burned a stick of incense.
Lou Zhenxiao had previously guessed that nine steps would be his limit.
That distance was nowhere near enough to reach the incense altar.
"Though I underestimated him, that doesn't necessarily mean you've won either, Senior Brother."
Lou Zhenxiao raised his swordlike brows and spoke solemnly.
"Are you saying he could become more than a [Yin Heavenly Son], Junior Brother?
Haha, the Dao of fate is a branch of the Daos of 'creation' and 'Karma.'"
Fuli Zi had always dabbled