Although he was extremely suspicious of Nangong Yuexia and Gu Sheng colluding, he had no solid evidence. Revealing it at this moment would be futile and might even intensify conflicts, so he could only temporarily swallow his anger and prepare for revenge later.
Inside the burial chamber, there was no cycle of day and night, only eternal starlight and silence.
Gu Sheng sat cross-legged on the ground, his mind entirely immersed in the profound process of melting Dao and casting body. Time seemed to lose its meaning here, and it was unclear how much time had passed—perhaps a day, or maybe two.
Finally, at a certain moment, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and it seemed as if billions of stars were born and died within them. Four distinct Daoist Rhythm lights converged and balanced in the depths of his eyes!
"Fuse!"
A low and majestic Dao sound came from his mouth!
Buzz—!
