"A golden pill was swallowed into my stomach, only then can I plant a golden lotus!"
"Why gold?"
"Because true gold fears no fire!"
The meaning of Gold wasn't as simple as the word itself. In cultivation, it represented chaos as one, something that was indestructible and would never decay or decompose.
The golden pill of Daoism, the golden body of Buddhism...everything was the same!
Since a golden pill could be concocted, the fire needed to refine it naturally wasn't the mortal fire.
It was the true fire!
No matter how mortal fire changed, the only difference would be its temperature, rising up or going down. It didn't have the other mythical properties of a true fire.
There was the Constellation True Fire: The radiance of the stars gathered together like flames, capable of baptizing the myriad of creatures and restoring their original forms.
