Inside the bottomless trench, the grey-haired old man surnamed Gao was like a dummy made out of a pile of blue sand. Collapsing loudly and evenly, he turned into tiny drops of Gu Poison Bugs. His vortex-shaped Dharma Form was the same. The only difference was that its bugs were nearly illusory, not at all resembling the real thing.
The two types of Gu Poison Bugs swallowed Sword Qi and exhaled sharp tips. They began vibrating gently, their color gradually paling until they were translucent.
They scattered with a buzzing noise before disappearing completely as if integrating with the void.
Hands still clasped behind his back, He Qi remained still. He knew well that the old man had obtained the essence of the Formless Sword Vermin. The old man turned himself into a bug, and that bug stood in the line between illusion and reality. It was capable of integrating into the sea of Vital Qi and becoming a droplet in the vast ocean!
