Time passed, and over a month went by.
In the Southern Border, whether among Gu Immortals or in the mortal world, all eyes were focused on one place.
That place was Yitian Mountain.
With countless Gu Immortals pulling strings from the shadows, numerous Righteous Path and Demonic Path Gu Masters were conscripted one after another, joining both sides.
The seventh clash between Righteous and Demonic had already concluded.
The Demonic Path deployed a scheme that severed the Righteous Path's supply lines.
Just as the Righteous Path fell into crisis, Shang Yanfei, the patriarch of the Shang family, personally led a team. Using the Exquisite Food Box Gu, he rewarded the entire army and crushed the Demonic Path's scheme.
The Southern Border's super powers — the Yi family, the Luo family, the Yao family, the Xia family, and others — saw their patriarchs appear one after another, joining the battlefield.
On this battlefield, Third Transformation Gu Masters had already been relegated to minor roles. Fourth Transformation Gu Masters, who were rarely seen in normal times, were everywhere, and it was Fifth Transformation Gu Masters who formed the main fighting force.
The Land of Fortune and Misfortune.
Gu Immortal You Hun's dream had already completely dissipated.
Seven-colored light, dazzling and brilliant, formed a luminous cocoon.
Crack, crack, crack...
Bursts of crisp sounds rang out continuously from within the cocoon.
As time passed, more and more cracks appeared on the cocoon's surface.
Old Man Yanshi looked haggard and worn, yet his gaze was filled with absolute delight as he watched.
Under his eager anticipation, the cocoon finally exploded with a violent burst, and a young man, completely naked, appeared before Old Man Yanshi.
He floated in midair, eyes tightly shut, as if deep in slumber.
Old Man Yanshi hurried forward in a few steps, reaching out to touch the young man's strong physique — from his thighs, to his chest, and up to his cheeks.
Unable to contain his excitement, Old Man Yanshi's fingers trembled as they ran across the body.
He murmured to himself: "Success! I've truly succeeded! I've recreated the methods of Human Ancestor, using dreams to create a brand new Ten Extremities Body."
"This is a moment that makes history! Hahaha..."
Old Man Yanshi laughed several times, then composed himself: "You were born from a dream, created from nothing. And you use the Dao of Dreams to manifest into a true Immortal Gu. Why not call you a 'Pure Dream Seeker of Truth Body'?"
As he spoke, Old Man Yanshi flipped his palm and produced a wisp of soul.
The soul was pitch-black as ink and immediately flew into the Pure Dream Seeker of Truth Body.
Old Man Yanshi waited for a while. When the Pure Dream Seeker of Truth Body still showed no signs of movement, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper.
"What's going on? Still not waking up? That doesn't make sense!"
He hurriedly began his inspection. After a moment, he let out a long sigh: "It seems this Pure Dream Seeker of Truth Body truly does have flaws. The Dream Dao marks on its body are extremely numerous, and they've actually formed a force within it. Any soul that enters will gradually fall into slumber and continuously have its memories eroded."
"What am I supposed to do about this?" Old Man Yanshi paced back and forth, his heart gripped with anxiety. "The Pure Dream Seeker of Truth Body's lifespan has already begun to steadily decrease. Time is limited — there's simply no room for me to study this in detail and solve the problem. What should I do?"
After a long while, the Pure Dream Seeker of Truth Body finally slowly opened his eyes and awakened.
He looked bewildered and innocent, staring at Old Man Yanshi. His gaze swept around the room, his eyes wide with an expression of pure naivety.
Old Man Yanshi felt a pang of regret. He had exhausted every trick and technique to finally awaken the soul within the Pure Dream Seeker of Truth Body, resolving the issue of the soul falling into slumber. But the memories contained within the soul had all but vanished.
"Well, no matter. The Pure Dream Seeker of Truth Body was always meant to be a consumable — a rapidly produced Ninth Transformation fighting force that will serve as the ultimate trump card for defending the core. As long as the grand plan succeeds this time, what does a minor flaw in the Pure Dream Seeker of Truth Body matter?"
At this thought, Old Man Yanshi smiled faintly, his dark eyes studying the young man up and down, admiration evident in his voice: "Good. Good, good. Pure Dream Seeker of Truth Body, you are the crowning achievement of my research into the Dao of Dreams! Bo Qing's Immortal Gu were stolen in large numbers, and his combat power has dropped. You will replace him as our strongest force, to suppress the entire situation!"
"Who are you? And who am I?" Ying Wuxie asked curiously.
"You are me, and I am you. I am Old Man Yanshi, and as for you... you shall be called Ying Wuxie." Old Man Yanshi chuckled.
Then, with a leisurely sweep of his long sleeve, countless thoughts poured into Ying Wuxie's mind.
Ying Wuxie felt a flood of information flowing into the depths of his heart.
Old Man Yanshi continued: "Remember, you only have nine hours of lifespan. With each passing hour, your cultivation will rise by one transformation. Time is short, so I will only teach you one Immortal-level killing move. Although it holds no destructive power whatsoever, it stands at the pinnacle of the current Five Regions' Dream Dao, at the forefront of the era. Even those Gu Immortals of the Heavenly Court have been left far behind. As the saying goes — master one skill, and you can go anywhere! Meditate on it well. When you become a Gu Immortal, I will give you a complete set of Gu Insects. When that time comes, you must practice hard!"
Southern Border, Yitian Mountain.
Fang Yuan, recovering from his injuries on a sickbed, suddenly shuddered and snapped his eyes open.
In his eyes, a flash of pleasant surprise flickered and vanished, immediately replaced by perfect calm.
He glanced around. Quite a few wounded were lying on beds in the sick ward, chatting with one another. Several healing Gu Masters moved among the patients — some were actively treating injuries, while others were checking for signs of deterioration.
The air was thick with the smell of blood, clinging to the nostrils and refusing to dissipate.
After the seventh clash between Righteous and Demonic, the sick ward in Yitian Stronghold had filled with the wounded. Now that both sides had called a truce, Righteous and Demonic alike were licking their wounds and recuperating.
As a result, the number of patients in the sick ward was steadily shrinking.
Most of those who had been there had recovered their injuries and walked out on their own. A portion, however, had been too severely hurt to recover, and had died within these walls.
People had always preferred life to death, and so this sick ward had become a place that Demonic Path Gu Masters avoided at all costs.