Before setting out,
Daoist Fushou had been brimming with confidence.
With him taking action, he felt that rescuing one person was nothing difficult at all.
This was not arrogance.
It was simply a fact.
After all, not every old monster was as attentive as he was to gathering information from the outside world, with a disciple who had even joined the Demon Suppression Division and was active within it.
The vast majority of the old monsters from the previous and the preceding generations had paid an enormous price to seal themselves away in some special environment or location, merely to cling to life and keep their nearly exhausted vitality burning.
As for the even more ancient remnants, their consciousnesses had sunk into a sealed slumber as well, waiting for the future—
betting that a way to resolve the strange resurgence in their bodies would appear, at which point they would awaken again.
To avoid going mad during the long, seemingly endless years spent sealed away in darkness,
they had allowed their consciousnesses to fall silent along with their bodies.
All communication with the outside world had been severed.
Those old monsters sunk in sealed slumber were practically isolated from the outside world.
Perhaps some earth-shaking event would take ten or twenty years to reach the ears of those sealed-away old monsters.
Against such a backdrop,
even if news that Gu fire could suppress the injuries caused by the strange resurgence's erosion of the body spread, they could not possibly learn of it at once.
Perhaps their disciples and descendants would forcibly awaken them from their slumber, then report the news to them,
but the old monsters sealed within those seals could not simply come out whenever they wished.
Some old monsters even needed a particular celestial alignment,
and could only