To Gu Chengming's surprise, the personality displayed by Daoist Su was vastly different from what he had initially imagined.
The Dao Child of the Daoning Gate practiced a sword dao that purified the heart and severed desires. On normal days, she always wore plain white sword uniforms and maintained a cold expression, appearing like a transcendent immortal high above the Nine Heavens, keeping everyone at a distance.
This was supposed to be a proud personality that cared deeply about face, much like the other female cultivators of the Daoning Gate.
However, after actually interacting with her, Gu Chengming realized that this Daoist Su's level of being a sword fanatic was truly absurd.
Every time he finished beating her with his sword, the Dao Child of the Daoning Gate would let out a silly "Ehehe" giggle. Then, she would pat her robes, cup her hands respectfully, and say, "Thank you for your guidance, Daoist."
After that, she would turn and leave, refusing to stay for even a single cup of tea, as if she had come specifically today just to take a beating.
To be honest, Gu Chengming was originally quite worried that he might have hit her so hard he caused some brain damage.
Later, he figured it out. She already had this issue; it wasn't something he had beaten into her.
Su Qingmeng's obsession with sword arts was likely on the same level as Yu Wenqiu's obsession with novels and food. The former could forget to eat dinner for the sake of finding a flaw in a sword move, sitting in a quiet room all night, while the latter could lose sleep over a novel plot. They were truly quite the pair.
And this sword fanatic's talent was indeed worthy of the title of Dao Child.
Su Qingmeng improved extremely quickly. After every beating, she could extract truly useful insights from those thwack thwack thwack thwack sounds, slowly merging them into her own sword arts.
Sometimes, when Gu Chengming used the same move, Su Qingmeng's way of responding would be completely different from the last time.
This period of sword practice also gave Gu Chengming a long lost sense of familiarity.
Back when he was in the Wenjian Sect, he used to practice like this with his Junior Brother Jiang Lu.
It was just that his practice partner had now been replaced by Su Qingmeng.
Meanwhile, the 《Unfettered Freedom Art》 in his Sea of Consciousness, still disguised as a system, continued to fulfill its role diligently.
Through this period of practice, his revenge points had reached eighty.
He didn't know what the 《Unfettered Freedom Art》 was thinking. Clearly, these were normal sparring sessions, yet it insisted on finding reasons like "Successfully humiliated your fiancée, reward: ten revenge points." After several sessions, the points naturally rose.
Although he had no idea what these revenge points were for, seeing them accumulate gave him a strange sense of achievement.
...
The days passed one by one.
It was on an afternoon five days later.
Gu Chengming returned to his residence and found a small wooden box on his table with a letter pressed beside it.
The handwriting on the envelope was simple, without any extra flourishes.
To Gu Chengming of the Wenjian Sect, for his eyes only.
From: Luo Jinyao.
The content of the letter was not long. Luo Jinyao's writing style was like her sword art: direct and straightforward, without any winding paths.
The letter began by asking about Gu Chengming's recent cultivation status and then briefly mentioned the current situation at Falling Snow Pass.
Since Gu Chengming left, the demon tribes in the northern border had become much quieter. Falling Snow Pass had finally welcomed a rare period of peace.
Between the lines, Luo Jinyao expressed a bit of regret.
She was far away at the bitter cold Northern Great Wall. Having heard of the massive commotion Gu Chengming caused in the capital and the Tianque Secret Realm, she knew he must be at the center of the storm within the Wenjian Sect, about to represent them in the grand competition. As a senior, she was unable to stay in the sect to support him or provide any substantial help.
However, Luo Jinyao wrote at the end of the letter that whenever she heard news from the south about Gu Chengming's illustrious achievements while sitting on the walls of Falling Snow Pass, she felt immense pride.
"Falling Snow Pass is a bitter place with no decent local specialties. In my spare time, I used materials taken from those blind demons outside the city to make a couple of trifles. Consider them a congratulatory gift for you and Xiao Yu. The wind and snow are heavy in the north; do not worry about me."
After reading the letter, Gu Chengming was filled with emotion.
With this feeling in his heart, he undid the sealing array on the wooden box.
With a click, the box opened.
Inside were two bracelets placed side by side on plain cloth cushions.
He picked one up and looked at it against the light from the window. There were about twelve beads on the bracelet, each round, smooth, and of a different color. When Gu Chengming scanned them with his perception, his eye twitched.
The lowest grade among them was a monster core from a Third Realm beast.
Beyond his touched emotions, a sense of subtle irony rose in Gu Chengming's heart.
Drilling holes into monster cores from Third or even Fourth Realm demons and stringing them into bracelets as "trifles with no decent local specialties" was indeed Senior Luo's style.
He tucked the other bracelet and the page Luo Jinyao had written for Yu Wenqiu into his robe, then stood up and headed toward the Cangjian Pavilion.
...
The Cangjian Pavilion of the Wenjian Sect sat against a cloud peak facing a valley, occupying a significant area.
Gu Chengming had special feelings for this place.
When he first entered the Inner Sect, his first batch of cultivation resources, his first Dharma Sword, and even the 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 that laid the foundation for his future were all exchanged here. Back then, he would stare at the merit exchange list, calculating every point, wishing he could split each one in half.
Times had changed. Standing at the entrance of the Cangjian Pavilion now, Gu Chengming felt a sudden wave of nostalgia.
He pushed open the side door and walked toward the inner pavilion elder's office.
The office was deep within the Cangjian Pavilion. The lighting here was dimmer than in the front hall, with rows of bookshelves and stacks of scrolls everywhere, exuding a heavy, aged atmosphere.
Gu Chengming rounded the last row of bookshelves and stopped at the office door, which was half open.
Inside, Yu Wenqiu was slumped limply over a wide red sandalwood desk, showing none of the dignity expected of an elder.
In her hand, she held an azure sachet that was extremely crudely embroidered and looked almost comical.
This was something Xiao Gu had casually bought for her when they were visiting the night market in the capital.
At this moment, Yu Wenqiu was poking the azure sachet over and over with her pale, slender finger out of sheer boredom.
She actually really wanted to go find Gu Chengming.
Since returning from the capital, the feelings in her heart had long since become clear. Even though her attempt to confess at the Star Gazing Deck had failed, she had already decided to make everything clear on the night the grand competition ended.
However, there were still some days left before the competition, and she couldn't find a proper reason to visit him.
According to rumors in the sect, Xiao Gu had recently closed himself off for bitter cultivation in preparation for the competition. Some passing disciples even described vividly how Xiao Gu was dripping with sweat on the Training Ground every day, with the Dao Child of the Daoning Gate even acting as his practice partner.
He was working hard for the honor of the sect. As a grand elder, she couldn't just run to his small courtyard in the back mountains and pull him into a discussion about a new novel plot, could she? That would be too inconsiderate.
But logic was one thing; emotion was another.
"If this Elder doesn't go to find you, don't you know to come and see her yourself?"
The more Yu Wenqiu thought about it, the more unbalanced she felt. The force with which she poked the sachet unintentionally increased.
"It has been so long since we returned to the sect, yet I haven't seen a single sign of you."
She treated the sachet as a certain heartless sword cultivator, muttering softly as she poked it.
"Bad Xiao Gu."
"Heartless Xiao Gu."
"Xiao Gu, who forgot his Elder once he had a Dao Child as a practice partner."
As she poked, she suddenly let out a heavy sigh and rested her chin on the desk.
"If I had known, I should have dragged him through a few more streets back in the capital. Now that we are back in the sect, even seeing him once has become so difficult."
Just as Yu Wenqiu was sighing and groaning on the table with her head full of Gu Chengming.
"Elder Yu, sighing at a sachet in broad daylight... could it be that your duties at the Cangjian Pavilion are too leisurely?"
When that familiar voice reached her ears, Yu Wenqiu jumped as if she had been shocked, nearly springing out of her chair.
In her haste, she swept the azure sachet into her wide sleeve. In her panic, she almost knocked over the purple clay teacup on the table.
"Who's sighing?!"
Yu Wenqiu forced herself to put on her elder persona and snapped her head up.
In her line of sight, Gu Chengming was standing before the desk, a familiar smile playing on his lips.
Realizing it was truly Gu Chengming, Yu Wenqiu's heart rate quickened. Immediately following that was the panic of being caught in the act.
Xiao Gu didn't hear those things she was muttering just now, did he?
Yu Wenqiu reached out to tidy the stray hairs by her ear, her eyes darting around as she avoided eye contact with Gu Chengming.
"The grand competition is imminent. Why aren't you practicing your sword in the back mountains? What are you doing here at my Cangjian Pavilion?"
Gu Chengming pretended not to see her frantic movement to hide the sachet and naturally placed the wooden box on the table.
"I received a letter from the northern border and came to deliver something to the Elder."
Hearing he was there to deliver something, Yu Wenqiu felt a secret sense of relief, and her earlier panic dissipated significantly.
"The northern border?" She paused, then realized, "Is it a letter from Senior Sister Luo?"
Gu Chengming nodded and handed over Luo Jinyao's letter. "Senior Luo also had some words of instruction for the Elder in the letter."
Yu Wenqiu hurried to take the letter. Seeing that familiar, sharp handwriting and reading the brief but caring words from her sister, Yu Wenqiu's eyes turned slightly red.
The northern border was a bitter place. Her sister had been guarding it for years, yet she still remembered them in the sect. Oh, Senior Sister.
"Senior Sister is really something. She should just take care of herself over there. Why bother sending us gifts?" Yu Wenqiu sniffed, tucked away the letter, and opened the wooden box.
Inside the box, the bracelet made of monster cores, which emitted vibrant spiritual light and even carried a faint scent of blood, lay quietly on the velvet cushion.
She extended a finger and cautiously poked the uniquely shaped bracelet. Feeling the pressure of the Third Realm demons coming from it, Yu Wenqiu felt a bit conflicted.
"This is the 'trifle' she mentioned in the letter?"
Gu Chengming suppressed a smile and nodded. "Senior Luo's handiwork has always been quite unique. I have a matching one as well."
As he spoke, he shook his own wrist.
Seeing the eye catching monster core bracelet on Gu Chengming's wrist, Yu Wenqiu suddenly felt happy again.
It looked like those matching bracelets couples wear. Hehe.
With that thought in mind, Yu Wenqiu picked up the bracelet and slid it onto her fair, slender wrist.
The two of them chatted for a while about Luo Jinyao's letter. With their back and forth conversation, the office finally felt a bit more lively.
Yu Wenqiu rested her cheek in her hand, occasionally responding, while her gaze drifted uncontrollably toward Gu Chengming's wrist. That bracelet was identical to hers; seeing them side by side really gave off an indescribable sense of harmony.
As they talked, Gu Chengming's gaze moved past Yu Wenqiu, looking at the layers of bookshelves behind her and the long corridor leading deep into the collection.
The familiar scent of sandalwood mixed with aged paper pulled his thoughts back to the time he first entered the sect.
"Come to think of it, I haven't properly explored this Cangjian Pavilion in a long time."
Gu Chengming couldn't help but sigh. "I remember when I first became an Inner Sect disciple, my first batch of resources, my first Dharma Sword, and that 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 were all exchanged here."
Back then, looking at the top tier treasures and techniques on the jade slips that cost hundreds or thousands of merit points, he could only swallow his saliva in envy, meticulously calculating every point he had.
"Now, after everything in the capital and the Tianque Secret Realm, I have accumulated quite a lot of merit."
Gu Chengming looked at Yu Wenqiu with a smile. "I am actually curious what kind of good things I can exchange for with my current wealth in this Cangjian Pavilion."
Hearing this, Yu Wenqiu rolled her eyes without mercy, complaining in her heart.
You are now a peerless genius on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, the leader of the Wenjian Sect's younger generation. The Sect Master wishes he could worship you like an ancestor. If you want any technique or treasure now, you can just go to the Main Peak and ask him directly. Why would you need to calculate merit points here like a common disciple?
These complaints were on the tip of her tongue, and Yu Wenqiu was about to tease him.
But then, she suddenly swallowed her words.
This was a rare chance to spend time with Xiao Gu.
Once she realized this, Yu Wenqiu naturally stood up from her chair, walked around the desk, and stood beside Gu Chengming.
"It just so happens that this Elder has finished checking all the accounts for today. I am free now."
Yu Wenqiu put her hands behind her back and raised her chin slightly. "Come, this Elder will show you the truly good things inside the Cangjian Pavilion."
Looking at Yu Wenqiu's attempt to hide her intentions despite the obvious flaws, Gu Chengming couldn't help but find it amusing.
But he didn't expose her. Instead, he cupped his hands submissively.
"Then I shall trouble Elder Xiao Yu to lead the way."
Yu Wenqiu gave a satisfied hum and turned to walk toward the dark corridor of the Cangjian Pavilion.
Under the cover of her wide sleeve, the hand wearing the monster core bracelet swung happily with her steps.
...
Deep within the Cangjian Pavilion, the scent of sandalwood was faint.
Gu Chengming and Yu Wenqiu walked side by side between two rows of ancient wooden bookshelves that towered toward the ceiling.
The surroundings were silent, with only the sound of their light footsteps echoing in the corridor.
As they walked, a piece of old news from years ago suddenly surfaced in Gu Chengming's mind.
Back then, he was an obscure and unknown Outer Sect disciple. His Junior Brother Jiang Lu had once solemnly sold him a secret rumor about the Cangjian Pavilion.
"Elder Yu, I remember hearing someone mention it back then."
Gu Chengming looked around. "Rumor has it that in the deepest part of the Cangjian Pavilion, a peerless ancient sword is enshrined. As long as one can gain its recognition, they can pull it out. The legend says it is one of the most powerful Dharma Swords in the Wenjian Sect. I wonder if it is true?"
He remembered that back then, Jiang Lu had made the rumor sound divine and mysterious, acting as if he held a massive secret. He had pulled Gu into a corner, looked around to ensure no one was watching, and then whispered the story.
At the time, Gu Chengming had simply laughed it off. After all, stories about hidden peerless swords waiting for a destined person existed in seven or eight versions in every sect. They were mostly just gossip to trick newcomers. Now, he only mentioned it on a whim.
Yu Wenqiu walked ahead, waving her hand without looking back. "That's just nonsense made up by bored disciples to fool the newcomers."
Her tone carried a hint of amusement. "This Elder knows every brick and every sword in this Cangjian Pavilion like the back of her hand. If such a peerless divine weapon truly existed, would it be left for others to pull out? It would have been taken into the Main Peak treasury by the previous Sect Masters long ago. There is no way the Cangjian Pavilion..."
Halfway through her sentence, Yu Wenqiu's voice suddenly caught in her throat.
In the corridor ahead, the previously empty bluestone floor distorted for a moment without warning.
Immediately following that, an ancient bronze sword pedestal appeared out of thin air.
Upon the pedestal, a sword was quietly plunged into the stone.
The air in the corridor seemed to freeze.
Yu Wenqiu's eyes widened, her red lips slightly parted, as she froze in place with her hand still mid wave.
Wait, it actually exists?
Yu Wenqiu turned her head to look at Gu Chengming. The two stared at each other.
Clearly, Gu Chengming also saw this sword pedestal that had appeared out of thin air.
Gu Chengming's gaze moved past Yu Wenqiu and landed on the sword, his brow gradually furrowing.
This sword looked quite familiar.
The blade was slender, like autumn frost, with a cord wrapped around the hilt and ancient patterns carved into the guard.
The entire sword radiated a sharp aura that seemed capable of piercing the firmament.
It was brand new, untouched by a single speck of dust.
"Elder Yu, what is this?" Gu Chengming pointed at the sword pedestal.
Yu Wenqiu swallowed hard, trying her best to maintain her elder dignity, though her voice was trembling. "I don't know either."
Gu Chengming didn't ask further. He slowly took two steps forward and stood before the sword pedestal.
The more he looked at this sword, the stronger that sense of familiarity became.
The feeling was strange. It wasn't like seeing something for the first time; instead, it felt like he had already met it once before, but hadn't looked at it closely at the time.
Gu Chengming focused his mind and sent out a thread of divine sense, gently touching the blade. Then, he was stunned.
Wasn't this the shattered ancient sword that had first recognized him back in the Tianque Secret Realm before he refined the Burial Sword Tomb?
Except the ancient sword in his hand had been covered in cracks and missing pieces, while the one before him looked like it had just come out of a casting furnace.
Gu Chengming stood before the sword pedestal. The 《Huiyuan Sword Manual》 and 《Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying Art》 within him, and even the 《Unfettered Freedom Art》, gave no warning.
He hesitated for a moment, then reached out his right hand and gripped the cold, hard hilt.
The instant his fingertips touched the hilt.
The surrounding Cangjian Pavilion, Yu Wenqiu behind him, and even the towering peaks of the Wenjian Sect instantly faded and peeled away in Gu Chengming's perception.
Space collapsed like shattered glazed glass.
In the next moment, a grand vision that was enough to overturn all his understanding unfolded before Gu Chengming's eyes.
...
Heaven and earth were no longer what ordinary people understood them to be.
Gu Chengming found himself floating high in the boundless sky from a bystander's perspective.
As far as his eyes could see, there was no sun, moon, or stars; no mountains or rivers.
The entire world was covered in a layer of thick, nauseatingly putrid grey black sludge.
This was the terrifying calamity recorded in the fragments of the Tianque Secret Realm that had nearly destroyed the ancient cultivation world.
The Miasma Tide.
It was not a specific demon or monster, but a malignant tumor born from the collapse of the laws of heaven and earth. It was the collective embodiment of everything negative, twisted, and insane.
Gu Chengming saw countless bizarre, massive entities rolling within that vast, boundless grey black sludge.
They had no fixed forms; some were lumps of flesh covered in tens of thousands of compound eyes, while others were mountains made of countless wailing human faces. Every time they writhed, the surrounding space rotted, and spiritual energy was polluted into poisonous miasma.
It was a sight enough to drive any cultivator to despair.
Just as the Miasma Tide was about to completely swallow the last bit of life in the world, a light appeared.
It was a sword light capable of covering the entire sky.
There was no deafening roar, no brilliant or dazzling colors.
The sword light was the purest white. It fell from the Nine Heavens without warning, as if the center of a painting had been sliced open by the sharpest blade.
When the sword light swept across the rolling Miasma Tide, those massive entities composed of twisted laws did not bleed, nor did they scream.
They were like ink droplets falling into water, becoming thin and transparent in the blink of an eye before completely vanishing.
Not only did they vanish, but the collapsed spaces corroded by the Miasma Tide instantly returned to their original state; the spiritual energy that had been turned into toxic miasma became clear and abundant once more.
It was as if this world destroying disaster had never existed from the very beginning.
In all of heaven and earth, only a long, sighing voice slowly echoed.
"Slaying the concept... that Life-Defying Calamity-Slaying Daoist actually pulled it off."
As the voice fell, the sword light covering the sky gradually retracted, eventually transforming into a blurred figure with a long sword on his back.
It was none other than the Life-Defying Calamity-Slaying True Monarch.
Gu Chengming was shocked, as if he had connected the dots.
No wonder he had flipped through countless ancient texts in the Wenjian Sect's Scripture Repository and searched through all the official and unofficial histories of the Great Qian Dynasty, yet could find not a single record of the "Miasma Tide." Only inside the Tianque Secret Realm, which was isolated and preserved ancient laws, were there a few fragmented records of the Zhou Rites Heavenly Rectifying True Monarch fighting the Miasma Tide.
If the scene before him was real, then everything made sense.
The one who finally resolved the Miasma Tide was this Life-Defying Calamity-Slaying True Monarch. He didn't just kill the Miasma Tide itself; with one sword, he completely carved the concept of the "Miasma Tide" out of the memories of all living beings, out of the laws of the Heavenly Dao, and even out of history.
Then what was that sword? What was the relationship between that sword and the Life-Defying Calamity-Slaying True Monarch?
Just as Gu Chengming was lost in thought, the scene before him shifted again.
In the void, a very simple thatch pavilion floated.
In the center of the pavilion, a man leaned lazily.
He wore a wide crimson robe, his collar open and his long hair loose.
Though Gu Chengming had never met him, for some reason, he recognized the man at a single glance.
It was as if a voice told him that this was the Little Terror Immortal who had created the 《Unfettered Freedom Art》.
Beside the Little Terror Immortal, another figure sat cross legged. That person was shrouded in misty immortal light, their face blurred, but the aura they emitted declared them to be a Sixth Realm cultivator.
This Sixth Realm cultivator followed the Little Terror Immortal's gaze toward the void in the distance, seeing nothing unusual.
He withdrew his gaze and asked with a hint of confusion, "What are you looking at?"
The Little Terror Immortal tilted his head back to take a swig of wine and casually wiped the wine stain from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes looked directly toward where Gu Chengming was, and he spoke with a smile, "I'm just seeing a little friend who has a deep connection with me."
Gu Chengming was even more shocked upon hearing this.
As those words fell.
The surrounding time seemed to be hit by a pause button.
The void turbulence outside the thatch pavilion stopped, the Sixth Realm cultivator's movement of stroking his beard froze, and even the drop of wine falling from the Little Terror Immortal's chin hung suspended in mid air.
The Little Terror Immortal turned his head slightly, his gaze crossing countless eras and intricate karma lines to meet Gu Chengming's eyes in the darkness.
He put away his smile, his expression turning rare and serious.
"Little friend."
The Little Terror Immortal's voice rang directly in the depths of Gu Chengming's Sea of Consciousness. "If necessary, you may take the 'Unfettered Heaven' Dao Throne."
After saying that, he raised the hand holding the wine gourd and pointed a finger toward Gu Chengming from afar.
"A small gift, a token of my respect."
Light flickered from his fingertip.
Before Gu Chengming could even react, the grand ancient vision shattered like a broken mirror, turning into countless fragments of light and shadow before completely vanishing.
His vision refocused.
The scent of sandalwood was faint, and the ancient wooden bookshelves still towered high.
Gu Chengming found himself still standing in the corridor deep within the Cangjian Pavilion. His right hand was suspended in mid air, only an inch away from the hilt of the ancient sword on the bronze pedestal.
Beside him, Yu Wenqiu still maintained her dumbfounded expression. Clearly, not a single moment of time had passed in the outside world.
It was as if that gaze across the ages and that world destroying sword strike were all just a dream in Gu Chengming's mind, and nothing had happened.
Gu Chengming slowly withdrew his hand and took a deep breath, trying his best to calm the surging blood and qi within him.
The "Unfettered Heaven" Dao Throne? A small gift?
Gu Chengming was filled with suspicion.
He immediately closed his eyes and looked inward, trying to find what the Little Terror Immortal's finger had left behind.
However, his meridians were stable, his spiritual power was abundant, and there were no foreign objects in his dantian or sea of qi.
Just as Gu Chengming thought he might have had a hallucination.
In the next moment.
A brand new dialogue box popped up before his eyes without warning.
The 《Unfettered Freedom Art》, disguised as the "Rebirth Revenge System," was now flashing with wild golden light effects on its panel.
【Congratulations! Revenge points have been successfully accumulated!】
Immediately after, the status bar at the bottom of the panel refreshed rapidly.
【Unfettered Freedom Art Current Affection Level: 40/Friendly (Struck out)】
After that "(Struck out)" appeared, a massive amount of garbled code began to flood the screen. Characters twisted and flickered, and the color changed from gold to a piercing scarlet.
It felt as if the underlying logic of this technique had been forcibly altered by someone, and it was currently in a state of being extremely infuriated yet powerless and crashed.
The garbled code lasted for a full ten breaths.
In its place, a brand new dialogue box floated steadily in the center of Gu Chengming's vision.
【Ding! The Divorce and Counterattack System has finished loading.】
Looking at this new name, a question mark slowly appeared over Gu Chengming's head.
【At two hundred years old, you have just reached the Fourth Realm. Looking back, you realize your life has been an utter failure. Standing on the edge of a cliff above a sea of clouds, heart demons arise. In your dazed state, you actually recall the mature Elder Yu Wenqiu who accompanied you on your path. Since you participated in the grand competition, your mortal ties with her were severed, and you never heard from her again.】
【System Mission: Rekindle your past ties with Yu Wenqiu and make your ex wife Su Qingmeng regret bitterly.】
【Mission Reward: Hypnosis APP.】
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Why on earth do you have such massive malice toward Su Qingmeng?
Meanwhile, the other techniques finally woke up.
【Huiyuan Sword Manual spoke a bit dizzily: Chengming, why did it fall asleep again just now?】
【Qingxin Art rubbed its head, lost in thought.】
【Red Dust Phantom Step, however, was on high alert: Daoist Gu, we were caught in an illusion just now!】
Seeing the reactions of his techniques, Gu Chengming's mindset gradually became quite subtle.
It feels like a certain great power went through a lot of trouble just to show me that scene.
【Hundred Bones Resonating seemed to finally react.】
【It didn't care about having been in an illusion. Upon waking, the first thing it saw was the content on the system.】
【Hundred Bones Resonating was overjoyed: Emperor Gu? Just what kind of divine weapon is this Hypnosis APP?!】
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