During the long years of cultivation in Wushi Daoist Field, Lu Xian, Chen Chuan, and the others would all fantasize about roaming the world. They, too, wanted to make illustrious names for themselves like Li Ya.
In their hearts, they were grateful to Gu An. They felt Gu An should not be forgotten by the world. If Gu An did not wish to show his face in public, then they, as his disciples, had a duty to help their master spread his sacred name.
Everyone looked at Gu An with burning eyes, waiting for him to decide the sect's name.
Gu An pondered and said, "Let's name it after the Daoist field. We'll call it Wushi. No sect, no gate, no clan, and no Dao—Wushi. Without beginning, it is the realm of eternity. I will pursue the realm of eternal immortality, and I also hope you can uphold my will, ultimately leaping free of the shackles of the Three Thousand Great Daos and becoming true carefree immortals."
The moment these words were spoken, everyone's emotions were set ablaze, and they all praised the name.
"Wushi is great! In the future, whenever I meet someone, I'll introduce myself: I am Wushi Lu Xian! It sounds so domineering!"
"Hahaha, I think it's good too. If we added 'sect' or 'gate,' it would seem tacky instead."
"Perhaps many years from now, Wushi will become the most mysterious place in the Great Thousand World, a place countless people want to pursue, only to find no way in."
"Wonderful! Now that the name of our force has been settled, I'm even more motivated. From now on, I must fight for Wushi!"
Listening to the discussions of his disciples, Gu An shook his head and laughed despite himself. He said nothing more, but turned and left.