The sect's sea of books seemed particularly quiet in the night. The halo of psychic runes shone through the empty hall, illuminating countless ancient books and jade slips, as if the entire library was waiting for a secret to be revealed.
Xiang Fan pushed open the heavy door, his steps quick yet light. As he walked, he muttered to himself, "Gu...Gu Dao...there must be something I've overlooked."
He walked to the rune search desk and quickly entered the word "gu" into the system. A pale blue rune screen lit up, and a mechanical prompt chimed, "Searching, please wait."
Xiang Fan stood before the screen, his gaze anxious as if awaiting a life-or-death answer. He watched the progress bar slowly creep up, and couldn't help but grumble softly, "With such a vast sea of books, the search efficiency is so slow! No wonder the sect is always accused of being conservative."
Finally, a list of book titles and numbers popped up on the screen, with rune arrows flashing to guide the way. He hurried along the path of light, passing by the classic ancient tomes documenting the flow of spiritual energy and the mysteries of alchemy, and headed straight for the most secluded corner.
An ancient book on the bookshelf caught his eye—"The Secret Biography of Ancient Demon Cultivators: The Way of Gu." The cover was covered in the marks of time, the edges slightly curled, and it faintly exuded a damp, musty smell. Xiang Fan carefully removed it, brushed off the dust with his sleeve, and casually opened the book.
He glanced at the contents on the page and his eyebrows suddenly raised: "It's true! This thing really exists."
Xiang Fan sat at a psychic table in a corner of the sea of books, looking down at the ancient book, his fingers tracing over every key paragraph. The book's description of Gu was both detailed and horrifying.
"The core ability of Gu lies in control..." Xiang Fan whispered softly, with a barely perceptible shock in his voice.
They invaded their opponents, disrupting their spiritual energy circulation and even controlling their consciousness. Their spiritual power was so high that they could replicate and evolve autonomously. They were difficult to defend against, and once they invaded, there was virtually no way to stop them. These characteristics seemed tailor-made for destruction and plunder.
"No wonder this kind of thing is taboo." Xiang Fan couldn't help but sneer, his finger pausing on a handwritten note. The handwriting on the note was sloppy, but full of dangerous hints:
"Gu Dao isn't just a killing tool; it's more like an intelligent being that combines spiritual energy and life. It can't simply be countered with conventional means."
"Intelligent body?" Xiang Fan muttered the word softly, suddenly remembering the psychic runes he had analyzed in his laboratory. The runes' adaptive behavior and parasitic operating logic were almost a replica of the "intelligent body" described in the book.
Thinking of this, he shuddered. The Gu program on the Spirit Realm battlefield wasn't just a technological quirk; it might be the revival of some ancient power. And he, inadvertently, stood on the brink of uncovering its secrets.
The more Xiang Fan read, the more solemn his expression grew. The book mentioned that Gu Dao was once a trump card used by ancient demonic cultivators to conquer their enemies, but under the combined suppression of the orthodox immortal cultivation world, its legacy gradually disappeared. However, it was this very disappearance that made Gu Dao seem even more dangerous.
"The Gu will not disappear with time." The last handwritten note in the book clearly reads, "It will only wait for the arrival of a host."
Xiang Fan's eyes sharpened. The image of the Shadow Killer's mecha being hacked into appeared in his mind, along with the strange behavior of the psychic runes on his terminal.
"If this power is truly revived by modern technology... it would be a disaster for the Psionic Network," he muttered.
The silence of the sect's sea of books was deepened by the psychic light and shadow. Xiang Fan flipped to the last few pages of "Ancient Demon Cultivation Secrets: Gu Dao" in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly. He had never imagined that he would find such astonishing content in a pile of forgotten ancient books.
"Although the power of Gu Dao is weak, if it is aided by external forces, such as formations, runes, or even psychic networks, its effectiveness can be multiplied, turning weakness into strength, and secrecy into a deadly blow."
This line of text burned deeply into Xiang Fan's mind; he could practically hear his own heartbeat. Though seemingly brief, it solved a mystery that had troubled him for days. Could those strange runes within the psychic network, those methods of intrusion and control, truly be related to Gu Dao?
"Someone has combined Gu Dao with the psychic network..." Xiang Fan's voice was almost inaudible, but the excitement in his eyes was almost bursting out. He grabbed the book and stood up, as if holding an astonishing treasure.
The clues in his mind gradually became clearer: the codes intercepted on the spiritual battlefield, the intrusion method that was similar to a psychic virus but far exceeded the logic of the virus, the corroded mechas... everything was aligned at this moment.
"This isn't just any ordinary technology; it's a complete revolution." Xiang Fan tapped the pages of the book, seemingly conversing with the records within. "If this power is abused, what will become of the psychic network?"
He thought of more.
"This thing isn't just dangerous; it's a manifestation of power." Xiang Fan muttered to himself, frowning. A phantom map appeared in his mind, marked with problematic nodes.
Who created this technology?
How fast will it spread?
If it continues to develop, will Gu become the dominant force in the psychic network?
Does this power mean destruction to the world of immortal cultivation, or evolution in some sense?
Xiang Fan felt like his thoughts were a mess. He shook his head quickly, trying to calm down.
"I need to figure this out..." He exhaled slowly, closed the book, and gently stroked the yellowed cover, a complex emotion in his eyes. This wasn't just a puzzle game, but a journey into the abyss. He knew that every step he took might reveal deeper dangers.
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