Gu Insects

Gu Insects—day after day, spring gave way to autumn, yet it all seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

On this day, on the fifth floor of the Scripture Pavilion, still within the Gu Arts section, the last Jade Slip returned to its place on the shelf.

Chu Mu stood there in a daze for a long while before clarity slowly returned to his eyes.

From the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion to the fifth, there were over ten thousand Gu Arts texts, cultivation methods, and secret arts.

Under the blessing of a wisp of Spirit Radiance, with a terrifying capacity for thought beyond ordinary imagination, he had absorbed the knowledge and information of this incomparably vast Gu Arts system into the foundation of his learning in the short span of a single year.

Nothing had been missed, nor had anything been swallowed whole without comprehension.

Having made such a vast body of knowledge his own, there was no doubt that his understanding of The Way of Gu Arts had, through this accumulation, thoroughly cast off its former confusion. It could even be said that he had reached a rather profound level of comprehension.

Now, when he looked once more at the Jade Slip recording the Thread-drawing Gu, countless insights surfaced in Chu Mu's mind almost instinctively.

Although The Way of Gu Arts, in the eyes of most cultivators—or rather, according to the mainstream values of the Cultivation World—was no different from such systems as ghosts and corpses,

it was similarly excluded from the mainstream immortal path. It was not exactly unrecognized, but people often subconsciously labeled it a crooked and wicked path.

Yet the truth was not so.

Any cultivation system in the Cultivation World, so long as it could bring about a transformation in one's