Just then, amid the noisy discussion inside the ruined temple, Gu Yu, now an old man in his twilight years, spoke again:
"I hate that I squandered my entire life without managing to gather a single worthy offering. But rest assured, Immortals and Buddhas in heaven, these sixty-odd years of mine have not been lived in vain!"
As he spoke, Gu Yu pulled open his robes, revealing the densely packed wounds covering his body, then continued:
"Though I have no Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, rare birds, or exotic beasts to offer, I have the experience I gained over these sixty years, repeatedly risking my life to sneak into Ten Thousand Islands Lake and escaping death."
"And the courage to face that Demon Dragon, as I have done several times!"
As he said this, Gu Yu, who had looked to be in his twilight years, suddenly had a blazing light in his eyes, as though he had become a different person.
At this point, seemingly noticing that the Grand Formation showed no response, Gu Yu said somewhat anxiously:
"Immortals and Buddhas of the Upper Realm, though I am old, I can still wield a saber and ride a horse without any trouble!"
With that, Gu Yu suddenly fetched the large saber standing nearby and swung it about atop the Deity-Summoning Formation, stirring up fierce gusts.
But after only a dozen or so strokes, his breathing grew somewhat unsteady.
After a few more, his steps became unsteady and his movements feeble, as though he were drunk.
Finally, he lost his footing and fell to the ground with a thud.
The cultivators who happened to catch sight of this immediately roared with laughter.
Even Dongfang Yuejian said in some bewilderment:
"Why would an old man his age insist on joining in all