Time flowed.
While Fang Shu devoted himself to cultivation at the foot of Mount Lu, half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day.
Sitting in the little courtyard he had rented, he suddenly opened his eyes, a faint smile appearing on his face.
With a beckoning motion of his hand.
Amid a buzzing hum, pale golden gu insects rose and fell like stars within the courtyard. Even the sunlight could not drown out their radiance.
The gu insects continually shifted and rearranged themselves within the courtyard, remarkably nimble. As they rose, wisps of dragon qi circled throughout the enclosure.
Soon, the gu insects formed a treasure pagoda several zhang across, glittering brilliantly.
Fang Shu stood within this pagoda, surveying the dragon qi around him with considerable satisfaction.
He thought, To think that by modeling the formation after the Crimson Dragon Treasure Pagoda from back then, I would break through the final stumbling block.
He had now thoroughly perfected the Dragon-Qi Gu Formation he had envisioned, bringing it fully in line with his needs.
From now on, as long as he had gu insects in his pouch and dragon qi in his mind, he could deploy this formation at will to trap and kill enemies.
He could set it up more than ten times faster than when he had started. If he spared no expense, three breaths would suffice to deploy the formation around him. Its reach had also expanded to more than twelve hundred zhang.
Perhaps it was because his spirits were surging and he had grown overconfident.
He reckoned that even a true immortal caught within his formation would struggle to gain the upper hand immediately, and would have to pay a price to escape.
But after basking in his soaring ambitions for a