Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

"Fellow Daoist?"

As soon as Gu Changjin finished speaking, a voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

Bai Xuanyou suddenly looked up, and only then did he realize that a figure had appeared on the other side of the hall.

The person was enveloped in a celestial glow of an indescribable color.

Even though the other person was standing right there, Bai Xuanyou only glanced at him before his impression of him began to rapidly fade.

Height, build, even where I was standing—I can't remember them in the blink of an eye.

Bai Xuanyou felt a chill in his heart.

When did this person appear in the main hall?

I didn't even realize he was there until he spoke first!

"When did this world gain another figure like you, fellow Daoist?"

The being within the celestial radiance chuckled softly.

"It's quite interesting that there was no trace of it beforehand."

Gu Changjin stood still, his expression unchanged.

The limit of a true immortal, at least the level currently revealed, is almost the same as that of an external immortal.

But they are not exactly the same.

That feeling... seemed somewhat similar to those old guys in the Celestial Palace who were trying to occupy the position of the origin of heaven and earth, but it wasn't quite as direct.

The next moment, the other person stretched out a hand and casually swiped it forward.

With a hiss, the space in front of the main hall was like a thin sheet of paper, with a crack about a foot long being gently torn open.

Beyond the crevice lay not the usual pure white void, but mountains and mist, like a miniature world.

A small pavilion stands atop a high peak, surrounded by rolling seas of clouds, with occasional mountain peaks peeking out from the clouds, appearing and disappearing.

The pavilion stood at the highest point, appearing simple and serene, with a wooden plaque hanging under its eaves.

The inscription above reads three characters: Welcoming Pavilion.

Gu Changjin glanced at it once, and his eyes flickered slightly.

These three words... are quite interesting.

Even though I don't recognize the handwriting or the shape of the characters at all, I can still understand their meaning.

Moreover, after looking at it for a while, it can give you the illusion that you are already standing outside the pavilion.

Inside the pavilion was a stone table, two stone chairs, and a blue teapot.

At this moment, it tilted slightly on its own, and hot tea flowed into the cup through the spout.

Through that spatial rift, Gu Changjin could almost smell a faint aroma of tea.

Keep in mind that his external immortal body had reached the level of a true immortal at this moment, so it was interesting that he could play such tricks.

"Fellow Daoist, since we've met, why don't we go in and have a chat?"

The being within the celestial radiance gestured.

Gu Changjin smiled.

"When in Rome, do as the host does; please go first, fellow Daoist."

"I will be there shortly."

The other party didn't seem to care. With one step, their body merged into the sea of ​​clouds behind the crack.

Then, the spatial rift did not close; it simply hung quietly in the hall.

Bai Xuanyou remained kneeling below, his entire body tense.

Gu Changjin looked down at him.

"Do not be nervous."

"You are to handle the matters of the Western Wilderness yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his fingertip, and a grain of white celestial light the size of a grain of rice fell down.

Before Bai Xuanyou could react, the light had already melted into his brow.

next moment.

boom!

His physical body, reshaped from the Dao of Returning to the Origin, trembled violently.

The aura that originally belonged to the Nascent Soul stage began to surge.

However, he broke through to the Void Returning Realm in an instant.

Then, continuing upwards, it seems that there is already a higher structure in the body, such as flesh, bones, and meridians, but it has never been fully opened up in the past.

In just a few breaths, his aura surged past the Void Returning stage and stepped into the Integration stage!

Bai Xuanyou was stunned.

"Lord...Lord?"

He subconsciously looked inward at his body and didn't feel that kind of unsteady feeling of being forcibly elevated.

It's like... this body was meant to be this strong.

Gu Changjin didn't find anything strange about it.

Whether it's Bai Xuanyou or the Mountain-Shaking Demon Ape.

They were all reconstructed from the true spirit within the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

This body is essentially imbued with his handiwork.

The Daoist Primordial Essence molds the physical body, and the Myriad Demons Sect inherits the true spirit.

To put it bluntly, rather than treating Bai Xuanyou as a normal cultivator, it's better to view this body as an extremely special Dao body.

It is certainly difficult for a normal cultivator to progress from the Nascent Soul stage to the Body Integration stage.

It's just a matter of enhancing the level of support of a body that he personally created; it's not that complicated.

"Over there with the Taoist of Ten Thousand Bones."

"And the demon race that has infiltrated the Western Wilderness in recent years."

Gu Changjin said calmly.

"Clean it up."

Bai Xuanyou's eyes sharpened.

The frustration he felt when Wan Gu Dao Ren forced him to the point of being forced to the point of being forced to the point of being completely dissipated at this moment.

Now that he's combined, who in the entire Western Wilderness can suppress him?

"Understood!"

Gu Changjin nodded before stepping into the crevice.

……

As the sea of ​​clouds rolled in, Gu Changjin reappeared, already standing outside the welcoming pavilion.

The figure in the celestial radiance had already sat down.

A cup of hot tea was poured just right.

"Fellow Daoist, you've come at just the right time."

"please."

Gu Changjin didn't stand on ceremony.

He sat down directly.

But the moment they entered this place, their consciousness had already scanned the surroundings.

It is neither an illusion nor a simple spatial spell.

This mountain, this sea of ​​clouds, and even this pavilion are all real.

However, they are not in the normal space of the main world; they are more like fragments of a world that have been cut off from a complete world.

This welcoming pavilion is located at the very core of the entire world fragment.

interesting.

Gu Changjin picked up his teacup, but didn't drink it right away.

If we consider the normal world as one layer, then the void is another layer attached to it.

This fragment of the world before me is like a ship adrift in the void.

It doesn't need to actually fall into any particular territory.

As long as the owner is willing.

Then you can open a door from different places.

Invite the guests in.

As for what lies behind this fragment...

Gu Changjin followed that subtle connection and sensed it.

There was nothing there, clearly indicating that the other party had no intention of letting anyone follow the clues.

"Good tactic."

Gu Changjin chuckled.

The person opposite also laughed.

"A few little tricks for stopping to rest on the road."

As he spoke, the celestial radiance surrounding him slowly dissipated.

A face gradually came into view.

A hint of surprise flashed in Gu Changjin's eyes.

Because, for no other reason than that I had seen this face before.

Or to be more precise, I saw it in the memories of the Silver-Eyed Ancient Ape.

This refers to the so-called high and mighty Demon King, whose words could decide the life and death of countless demons.

But the person in front of me... is definitely not a demon saint.

It was as if some ancient being, using the body of the Demon Clan Saint King, sat before him.

The other party clearly caught Gu Changjin's expression for that instant.

"It seems you've seen this before, fellow Daoist."

He gently swirled the teacup.

"That's normal."

"Those little guys down there sometimes like to use my name to do things."

"That fellow Daoist Gu from before..."

He paused for a moment.

Their gazes fell on Gu Changjin.

"It seems they've had quite a few dealings with the demon race as well."

"Now it seems that Fellow Daoist Gu was most likely just an avatar you placed outside?"

Gu Changjin neither admitted nor denied it; he simply smiled and remained silent.

Faced with this old thing who has lived for who knows how many years and has so many tricks up his sleeve.

When you don't know what to say.

The best way is to not say anything.

The other party clearly interpreted Gu Changjin's silence as having another meaning.

He looked at Gu Changjin for a moment, and for the first time, a genuine look of inquiry appeared in his eyes.

"There's just one thing I really don't understand."

"Fellow Daoist, which clan do you belong to?"

"I wouldn't dare say I know all the famous clans in this world, but someone at your level shouldn't be completely unaware of them."

Upon hearing this, Gu Changjin was slightly taken aback.

Which ethnic group?

He really hadn't thought about it.

The immortal being outside the body is a body formed from the rules of the real world.

They had no father or mother, and no real ethnic bloodline.

If I had to put it in perspective... it really does seem like something that heaven and earth created on their own.

After Gu Changjin understood this, he simply picked up his teacup, smiled slightly, shook his head, and remained silent.

The person opposite him watched this scene, but their gaze slowly changed.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly seemed to think of a possibility.

"Without bloodline or physical constitution, without parents or relatives, yet nurtured by heaven and earth, born of the Dao..."

His teacup hovered in mid-air, and then he softly uttered two words.

"So you're a member of the Spirit Clan, fellow Daoist!"