Time rewound to not long ago.
Fang Yuan had failed to track down Ying Wu Xie. He hovered in midair, his spirits low.
The night curtain enveloped the land, growing ever thicker.
It was a cold night.
The wind blew mournfully, and chills seeped into Fang Yuan's bones.
His original plan had been excellent.
He had made arrangements within his own body, feigning, deliberately, intentionally lending out Immortal Wanderer. According to Fang Yuan's calculations, this plan had a high chance of success.
But in fact, he had failed.
Fang Yuan did not know that he had once succeeded, only for Heaven's Will and the Spring Autumn Cicada to make all his efforts come to nothing.
Since he had failed, Fang Yuan chose to face it, without the slightest trace of avoidance or wishful thinking.
In fact, he had long been mentally prepared. This was the composure he had tempered over several centuries in this world.
No matter how meticulous a plan was, it still had the possibility of failure. Even Shadow Sect's grand plan, Demon Venerable You Hun's plan spanning tens of thousands of years, had been so thoroughly considered—yet had it not ultimately failed as well?
Even a former Demon Venerable could fail, much less Fang Yuan.
No matter which world one was in, no one could avoid failure.
Fang Yuan guessed at Ying Wu Xie's circumstances.
At present, it seemed most likely that the Southern Border Gu Immortals had obstructed Ying Wu Xie, leaving him no time to rush to Yi Tian Mountain.
If that was the case, Fang Yuan's arrangements were still effective, and Ying Wu Xie had not discovered them. The situation was not utterly disastrous.
Perhaps if Fang Yuan continued his pursuit, he might still reclaim all his Gu worms on the spot and instantly