The Star of Wu Zixu

As soon as the words fell, before Xing Yan and the other six could react, a flash of spiritual light flickered at Gu Changyuan's fingertips, and an invisible suction force suddenly erupted.

The seven chests of resources floating in mid-air, radiating dazzling spiritual light, were instantly swept up by this power and flew straight into his storage space.

The expressions on the faces of Xing Yan and the other six instantly froze.

They opened their mouths to say something, but didn't know what to say.

A complex and indescribable emotion surged in their hearts—anger, helplessness, and mostly a desire to weep but having no tears.

No, isn't this too shameless?

How long did we even disturb you, and you just took all the resources right away?

Besides, don't you already have a lot? Why do you still want ours? You can't just play us like this!

But they were angry and dared not speak out.

They couldn't beat him in a fight, so they could only forcefully hold it in, their blood and qi almost reversing from the suppression.

At this moment, the hearts of the seven Star Dome Clan elders were filled with endless bitterness.

Not only did they fail to bring back the Chaos Star Spirit Body on this trip, but they also lost seven chests of heavy gifts for nothing.

Xing Yan's mouth twitched fiercely. Forcibly suppressing the grievances and heartache in his heart, he maintained his utmost respect, bowed, and said,

Since Senior has taken a liking to them, let these seven chests of resources serve as our apology for disturbing Senior.

It is inconvenient for us to stay longer, so we will take our leave first.

Saying that, he turned his head to look at the six elders behind him, and at a glance, he saw the same tearless grief and unwillingness in their eyes as his own.

He could only helplessly give them a look and whisper,

Let's go.

As soon as he finished speaking, the seven Star Dome Clan elders raised their hands at the same time. Faint purple starlight halos instantly lit up around them, and countless fine star patterns slowly emerged and intertwined within the halos, outlining a complete star track teleportation array.

That star track pattern circulated with vast starlight, and every line contained a rich source of stellar essence, echoing the star charts on their robes.

The space around them began to vibrate slightly, ready to initiate the teleportation at any time.

Gu Changyuan leaned against the phantom of the White Tiger. His gaze casually swept over the star patterns around them, and his originally playful expression suddenly froze.

The lines of that star track pattern and the arrangement of the stars actually made the sense of familiarity in his heart surge again.

It was even stronger than when he first heard the words Star Dome Clan, as if he had seen the exact same pattern somewhere before.

Wait!

Gu Changyuan suddenly spoke, his voice still flat.

Xing Yan and the other six stiffened, the teleportation secret art instantly halting, and the starlight halos dimming accordingly.

They slowly turned their heads, their eyes full of doubt, mixed with a trace of unconcealable lingering fear.

He suddenly asked them to stop. Could it be that he felt the apology was not enough and wanted to extort them again?

Gu Changyuan ignored their expressions. The moment he spoke, his divine sense instantly enveloped his entire storage space, rapidly sweeping through the upper, middle, and lower regions.

In the upper region were placed the things most important to him—various commonly used magical treasures, secret manuals, and items related to those disciples.

The middle region stored some things that were neither important nor completely unimportant.

And the lower region was that mountain of various resources, all accumulated over his thousand years.

He couldn't use them at all; he just kept them out of habit, thinking they might come in handy someday.

In just a moment, Gu Changyuan's divine sense locked onto the target—in a spot in the middle region, a purple jade box engraved with star patterns lay quietly.

Gu Changyuan raised his right hand, and that purple jade box landed steadily in his palm.

The instant his fingertips touched the jade box, a familiar power of the stars surged into his mind through his fingertips.

Memories sealed away for over six hundred years surged like a tide, and a blurred figure gradually became clear in his mind.

It was a man dressed in a white robe with star patterns, with a handsome face and a bit of uninhibited freedom between his brows.

His dark hair was tied up casually, and a gentle yet majestic stellar power lingered around him.

Even in the desolate and dangerous Ruins of Disorder, there was always an optimistic smile in his eyes, as if nothing in the world could trouble him.

During Gu Changyuan's thousand years in the Ruins of Disorder, he was not entirely alone.

Over the past thousand years, he had also occasionally come into contact with many cultivators, but after experiencing that incident, he could no longer give his complete trust to any living being.

He could converse briefly, he could fight side by side, but he would never treat the other party as a friend, always maintaining a sense of detachment and vigilance.

Xing Zixu.

Gu Changyuan finally remembered that man's name.

His meeting with Xing Zixu was purely accidental.

It was because of a battle with a starry sky mutated beast.

At that time, Gu Changyuan was taciturn, surrounded by a cold sense of alienation, and never spoke an extra word to anyone else.

Even with cultivators fighting alongside him, he always kept his distance.

Unlike now, returning to the Jiuxiao Realm with ten disciples by his side, he had dropped all his guard from the Ruins of Disorder.

Only then did he gradually return to his former self, with smiles and warmth.

But Xing Zixu was different. He had stayed in the Ruins of Disorder even longer than Gu Changyuan, yet he still maintained an optimistic and cheerful nature, being an absolute chatterbox.

Even though Gu Changyuan always responded coldly, he didn't care at all, still chattering away about his past, his yearning for the starry sky, and his clan.

He seemed to be able to see through to Gu Changyuan's true heart beneath his cold exterior, knowing that he was not inherently cold.

It was just that in this dangerous Ruins of Disorder, in order to protect himself, he deliberately wore a cold mask.

Xing Zixu once mentioned to Gu Changyuan that he came from a reclusive star clan and held a high status within it.

They spent over ten days together.

Those dozen days were some of the few days Gu Changyuan could slightly relax in the Ruins of Disorder.

Because Xing Zixu was very strong, many times there was no need for Gu Changyuan to intervene to solve problems.

Later, they encountered a starry sky mutated beast king whose strength far exceeded their imagination.

The beast's ferocity was monstrous, and even with the two joining forces, they could only barely resist it.

During the fierce battle, Xing Zixu failed to control his spiritual energy consumption well. His spiritual power was instantly depleted, he was severely injured, and his aura became extremely weak, bringing him to the brink of death.

In the end, relying on his endless spiritual energy, Gu Changyuan forcibly wore down that starry sky mutated beast king to death and came before Xing Zixu.

At that time, Xing Zixu was covered in injuries, his aura as weak as a candle in the wind, yet he still managed to squeeze out a smile.

There was no trace of fear between his brows, only a hint of regret.

Gu Changyuan crouched down, his gaze falling on his pale face, his tone still cold and devoid of extra emotion,

Any last words?

Hearing this somewhat heartless inquiry, Xing Zixu couldn't help but chuckle softly, coughed a few times, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth,

You really are cold-blooded... I'm about to die, can't you say something nice?