Extinction!

"This Gu must not be allowed to remain!"

Chu Mu's gaze darkened, coldness already gleaming within it.

Under the pull of his spiritual will, even without an array restriction suppressing it, the Thread-drawing Saint Spirit Gu could not move in his palm.

The next instant, wisps of flame surged forth from his palm, completely engulfing the Thread-drawing Saint Spirit Gu in the blink of an eye.

Its originally piercing buzz, beneath the shroud of Great Sun True Fire, almost instantly turned into a shrill, miserable scream.

The sound shook the soul, even stirring uncontrollable pity in one's heart, yet it could not sway Chu Mu's mind in the slightest. Crimson flames blazed fiercely; though the Thread-drawing Saint Spirit Gu was half-illusory and half-real, ever-changing in a thousand forms, it could not escape even a fraction.

After several breaths, the true fire dispersed, leaving a pile of ashes in his palm.

The Thread-drawing Saint Spirit Gu...

Had been extinguished.

Staring at the ashes, Chu Mu seemed to have cast off a thousand-pound burden, yet he could not help feeling some regret.

Whether it was the Thread-drawing Gu or the Saint Spirit Gu...

The mysteries of both were truly extraordinary.

Unfortunately, both were connected to demons, and to that legendary Great Terror.

Even the slightest anomaly was a Great Terror he could not afford to gamble on. "To gain it is my fortune; to lose it is my fate..."

"It cannot be forced..."

Murmuring softly, he tilted his hand. The ashes slid down and fell wholly into the restriction box. With a sweep of his sleeve, restrictions flickered, and the sealing restriction reappeared.

Only then did Chu Mu look toward Wangcai, who still lay in a lazy posture. With one step, he appeared atop the altar, his palm descending onto Wangcai's head.