As Gu An's clone and Hong Yazi headed for the Xuanyou Divine Abyss, Gu An's true body remained within the Wushi Daoist Field.
Gradually, Gu An went out less and less. Aside from his fixed routine of harvesting herbs, he stayed inside the Wushi Daoist Field, alone in a bamboo grove, quietly thinking.
The disciples also noticed that something was unusual about him, but no one was worried. They all assumed he was about to create some extraordinary cultivation technique or divine ability.
Time flew like an arrow.
A hundred thousand years had passed since Li Lingtian had come seeking help.
Gu An's clone and Hong Yazi had already delved deep into the Xuanyou Divine Abyss, and they had run into trouble as well, trapped somewhere and unable to leave.
On this day, the weather was clear, the sun bright and beautiful.
A faint breeze blew into the bamboo grove. Amid the vibrant, picturesque green scenery, Gu An wore a robe of white and sat on the steps before a pavilion. His hair hung loose, his clothes slack and disheveled, as if he had just awakened from a great dream.
One hand propped against the steps, the other rested on his knee, two fingers pinching a bamboo leaf.
"What exactly is it..."
Gu An murmured to himself. Over these years, he had been searching for a certain feeling, yet he had never been able to understand it. He had even performed Lifespan Projection multiple times, making this feeling increasingly intense, giving him the sense that he was about to grasp it, yet could never quite seize it. Even as someone in the Mystic Profound Venerable Immortal Realm, he could not help but waver between gain and loss.
It was worth mentioning that his clone had also transmitted this same sensation.