"Hm?"
When Fang Han heard the words Water of Forgetfulness, his heart skipped a beat. His gaze flicked toward Long Xuan, but she appeared calm, as if she had only spoken in passing. He relaxed slightly.
Though he didn't know the inner workings of the Myriad Waters Divine Art, he understood its essence. It gathered the countless forms of water across heaven and earth—condensing mist, dew, frost, and tide into a single core, refining it into a crystalline water essence. When this essence matured into a Water Core, the cultivator could command all waters under heaven, wielding boundless might and mystery.
Yet among all waters, certain divine sources were nearly impossible to obtain—like the Sacred Nine Yang Water and Sacred Nine Yin Water. But none were rarer than the Water of Forgetfulness, found only in the Holy River of the Underworld.
All sentient beings are bound by emotion; only those who can truly forget are beyond aging. A single drop of Forgetfulness Water can extinguish souls—or elevate a mortal into sainthood.
Fang Han himself had used this sacred water both as a weapon and to temper his own body, cultivating the Yama Golden Body.
But ever since the Yellow Springs Emperor sealed the Holy River within the Yellow Springs Diagram, the Water of Forgetfulness had vanished from the world. Long Xuan's cultivation in the Myriad Waters Divine Art lacked this crucial component, and her progress was naturally hindered.
Still, Fang Han couldn't simply offer the water to her. Its existence was too important to expose—at least not until he reached the Heaven-Man Realm. Only then would he have the strength and status to protect such a secret.
A cultivator at the fifth level of Divine Ability—the Heaven-Man Realm—was the true pillar of any sect, capable of arranging vast formations, refining spiritual weapons, even forging treasures. Such individuals were the heart of a cultivation order.
Once Fang Han reached that level, even Fang Qingxue wouldn't be able to control him. If the Yellow Springs Diagram were exposed then, the sect would no longer dare to strip him of it.
But now, exposure would mean peril.
He smiled lightly. "The Water of Forgetfulness is said to lie within the underground holy river. Many claim it's long dried up, but the Dao of Heaven never severs its own creations. I believe it still exists somewhere. You'll find it one day, and your Myriad Waters Divine Art will reach perfection."
"Is that so? Then thank you, Fang Han." Long Xuan smiled faintly, dropping the topic. She glanced around at the cauldron's interior. "What a pity. This Five Prisons King Cauldron still lacks a core formation. If it had one, it could be shrunk and carried easily. By the way, our Yuhua Gate has an unspoken rule—once a disciple reaches the Heaven-Man Realm, the Supreme Patriarch summons them and grants one personal request. When that day comes, you could ask him to embed a core array into this cauldron. It would then become a true Dao treasure—its power far greater."
"Oh? There's such a rule?"
Fang Han hadn't known that. The thought only strengthened his determination to reach the Heaven-Man Realm as soon as possible.
"Let's cultivate and restore our strength," Long Xuan continued. "This Five Prisons King Cauldron is the perfect mobile sanctuary. Since it can submerge underwater, my Myriad Waters Divine Art will progress even faster in the deep sea, where the essence of water is purer."
With that, she swallowed a pill and closed her eyes in meditation.
Seeing this, Fang Han said nothing more. With a wave of his hand, the purple-gold gourd taken from the Lord of Death Island flew to him. Inside were dozens of Life-Continuing Golden Pills. He poured a handful into his mouth, swallowing them like roasted beans. Warmth surged through his abdomen, coursing through his veins as blood and Qi transformed into spiritual energy.
At the same time, he tossed many pills into the Yellow Springs Diagram, feeding his ten slumbering Asuras.
These ten Asuras, once fused with ten flying swords, had immense destructive power—but they required vast nourishment. Since the battle with the White-Haired Corpse Demon, Fang Han had kept them dormant to preserve their strength. Now, with enough pills, they could finally be strengthened.
The Asuras had absorbed the essence of the White-Haired Zombie, growing fur-covered and ferocious. Their hunger and absorption ability had increased manyfold.
"These ten Asuras… when will they evolve into Great Asuras? Probably not for decades," Fang Han murmured. "Wait—among the Lord of Death Island's treasures, there are many spiritual garments and weapons. I can use those, along with the Blackwater Serpent's blood and this cauldron's fire, to reforge their bodies!"
Having fully restored his strength, he acted immediately. Ten Asuras shot out from the Yellow Springs Diagram, standing in a row before him.
"Wear the battle robes!"
Ten radiant spiritual armors flew through the air, wrapping around each Asura. The treasures shimmered with light—the finest spirit artifacts from the Lord of Death Island's collection.
As the Asuras donned the garments, Fang Han released the Blackwater King Serpent's blood. The dark liquid hissed into vapor, forming blood-red ribbons that enveloped each Asura.
"True Fire Refinement—Five Prisons Cauldron!"
Golden flames erupted from the cauldron's engraved screens, wrapping the Asuras in a blazing inferno. The serpent blood fused into their flesh; the spiritual robes melted and imprinted their runic arrays into their skin.
Crack… crack…
Metallic sounds rang out as their bodies hardened like steel. White hair grew longer and thicker. A wave of killing aura burst forth; their forms expanded, more towering and monstrous than before.
Their strength skyrocketed. An ordinary Asura could match the power of thirteen horses—but now, each of these reforged beings possessed the might of sixty or seventy! Though they lacked true Qi, their raw bodies rivaled experts of the Divine Ability Realm.
When the ten Asuras stood before him, armored and blazing with demonic vitality, they were like a squadron of infernal generals.
Satisfied, Fang Han settled once more into cultivation. He replayed the battles with the Lord of Death Island and Yao Dian in his mind, refining his understanding of combat. He opened the Heavenly Gang Absolute Death Hand manual and studied the flow of its true Qi with utmost focus.
Three days passed in deep stillness. Fang Han's Wood Emperor True Qi grew purer; his mind and techniques became razor-sharp. His vitality and mana reached an unprecedented peak.
When he finally opened his eyes, Long Xuan and the Demoness had also completed their recovery.
"Let's go," Fang Han said calmly. "To the Wangui Sea Market."
He commanded the cauldron, rising through the ocean depths. Once they surfaced, he drew the Five Prisons King Cauldron back into the Yellow Springs Diagram and soared into the sky, his Qi guiding him steadily toward the distant horizon.