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"Wait, wait! Everything can be negotiated! Please don't kill me. I'll tell you the true path, but you have to promise to keep me safe. I even have a Poison Vow Gu…"
The man begged desperately, lying on the ground. He wanted to use the Poison Vow Gu—a special Gu worm that binds agreements so they can't be broken.
Fang Yuan stood over him, looking down with a blank expression. But deep inside, his heart pounded, and his lips twitched with unconcealed joy.
"A.I. Chip, you here?" he called in his mind.
Beep!
[Host soul has successfully entered the Gu world.]
The mechanical voice echoed in his thoughts.
"Hahaha, I did it! I'm here! From now on, Fang Yuan is me! I am Fang Yuan not____" he declared, spreading his arms and laughing loudly. But he stopped short, nearly saying the word "Joey" before catching himself.
He knew something greater was watching him—Heaven's Will.
Wang Xiao, the man under Fang Yuan's foot, stared at him in shock and confusion. "Succeed? What succeeded? And why am I here? Is this guy crazy? He's definitely one of those lunatic demonic Gu Masters!"
"Why me, of all people?! Damn it, I ran into a maniac!"
Wang Xiao's thoughts raced as he begged even louder.
Fang Yuan scanned his surroundings. This was still the blessed land. The man beneath him was indeed Wang Xiao, just as the plot was: A blessed land that had an immortal inheritance.
Beside him lay a corpse—Yun Luo Tian, the young leader of the Yun clan—killed by Bai Ning Bing. Everything was the same.
In his mind, Fang Yuan gave another command: "A.I. Chip, scan my body and mind. Check for any foreign force."
After a brief pause, the A.I. Chip replied:
[Beep! Scan complete. No foreign existences found in host's mind or body.]
"So, Heaven's Will only resides within the Spring Autumn Cicada. It's trying to influence me, confuse me… and when needed, it can read my memories," Fang Yuan thought deeply. He realized he had to tread carefully—even his words could betray him.
"Hmph. Display my body's status," he ordered again.
[Beep! Scan complete. Fang Yuan, Status: Healthy.]
"Now show my attainments."
[ …Beep! Host's attainments]
Blood Path:Grandmaster
Strength Path: Quasi-Master
Refinement Path: Master
Enslavement Path: Master
Earth Path: Master
Flying Non-Path: Master …]
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Fang Yuan nodded. Attainments started from Ordinary, followed by Master, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, and Supreme Grandmaster. Between these levels were quasi-attainments.
Advancing from Grandmaster to higher levels was incredibly difficult—something only immortals could achieve.
"Good," Fang Yuan murmured, his confidence building. "Now I can begin my journey, my own path to greatness… a path where I'll reshape this world into what I want."
Inwardly he chuckled softly. "A true Great Love Immortal Venerable has been born."
With a glint in his eyes, he added, "Eternal life, this world..everything will be mine. No one can stop me now."
But a moment later, his expression darkened. "I must be cautious. One small mistake, and it's all over. I've already lived one failed life—I won't fail again."
His gaze turned solemn, his thoughts deeper.
Wang Xiao, still pinned under his foot, was at a loss.
"Little Beast King, don't act rashly! We can talk this out. If you want the path into Wu Mountain, my most treasured secret, we can negotiate! Please!" Wang Xiao begged, his voice trembling.
To Wang Xiao, Fang Yuan wasn't just dangerous—he was completely insane.
"This man… he's terrifying. He talks to himself, stops, and frowns as if having a private argument in his head. No wonder they say demonic Gu Masters are crazy! Because they are!"
Fang Yuan finally seemed to remember the man beneath his feet.
"What now?" he muttered to himself, a flicker of panic crossing his face before he quickly calmed down. "Should I kill him, like Fang Yuan would have done?"
Although Joey had become Fang Yuan, he wasn't entirely Fang Yuan yet. He hesitated, unsure of what to do.
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Meanwhile, in an unknown place, Joey—or rather, the Fang Yuan now didn't know that a dark presence was watching him.
A pair of pitch-black, emotionless eyes were staring at him from unknown place that was hard to reach. They were deep, like an endless abyss, and colder than death itself.
The owner of those eyes had only one thought: "When?"
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