Immortal Spirit Mountain

"Was there truly a Saint Spirit Gu, or was it merely a smokescreen?"

Chu Mu pondered briefly, but his gaze unconsciously shifted toward the Jade Slip recording the Thread-drawing Gu formula.

The power of the Saint Spirit—heaven-defying creation. If he were fortunate enough to refine the Thread-drawing Gu, then use the Saint Spirit's power to make it transform...

Chu Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, but before long, he suppressed the thought.

Setting aside whether the Saint Spirit Gu truly existed, even this Thread-drawing Gu of his was still a tangled mess that could neither be cut nor unraveled.

Chu Mu rubbed his brow, seeming somewhat weary.

He glanced around the quiet room. After a brief consideration, he sat down cross-legged, slowly dispelled the distracting thoughts in his heart, closed his eyes to rest, swallowed an Alchemical Pill, and continued sorting through the collapsed ruins of his soul within his Sea of Consciousness.

It was not until the sixth day, when a voice transmission suddenly arrived, that Chu Mu was forcibly roused from his secluded recuperation.

On the True Inheritance Token, a Nascent Soul voice transmission glowed brilliantly.

Chu Mu studied it for a moment, then touched it lightly with a thread of Divine Sense. The voice transmission slowly rang out beside his ear.

Once the transmission ended, Chu Mu pondered for a moment. By the time he set down the True Inheritance Token, only an afterimage remained in the secluded quiet room.

High in the sky, a streak of Crimson Blade Light sliced swiftly through the heavens. It swept across the clouds, leaving only a long scar where the cloudscape had been torn apart before vanishing beyond the horizon.

At some unknown point, that crimson Escape Light seemed to have deliberately concealed its traces. As it sped onward, it silently