Funeral
Gu Zhaoxi had died again.
Unlike before, this time, his death had not only been for the Eternal Sect, but had also fulfilled Jun Changxiao, allowing him to leap from the seventh transformation straight into the peak.
That was right!
He had risen three levels in a row again.
Yao Mengying's breakthrough had been fierce, but at least it was due to her fused physique, with at least the tiniest sliver of scientific basis. This guy, on the other hand, was simply opening cheats like a complete madman.
Sigh.
Forget it.
After all, Gu Zhaoxi's death did not sit well with him either.
Li Qingyang and the others began making arrangements, first considering where to set up the mourning hall.
"Senior Brother."
Liu Wanshi choked out, "Let's use the Spirit Beast Hall."
"I think that works."
"No objections!"
Thus, the Purple Lin Demon King sat fuming in a distant Stone Pavilion, watching with his own eyes as they removed the character for "beast" from the Spirit Beast Hall. A perfectly good hall became a mourning hall in an instant.
Because Gu Zhaoxi had died too horribly, not even leaving behind a corpse, the disciples could only place clothes he had worn into the coffin.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh!"
True Person Tonggu and True Person Qiye descended, cupped their hands toward the mourning hall with grave expressions, and said, "Little Friend Gu, may your journey be peaceful!"
Independent cultivators and martial artists from all walks of life also flew over, silently paying their respects in their hearts with admiration.
The experts of the Ten Great Immortal Sects came as well.
At this moment, their conflict with the Eternal Sect was temporarily set aside with Gu Zhaoxi's fall.
Whether the inheritor of the physique would become a scourge in the future remained unknown,