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... cts required by the Gu formula, put them in a Gu jar, and starve them for a period, forcing them to devour each other. In due time, a Gu will be formed.

For some insects that are not inclined to fight, other methods are needed to stimulate their ferocity, but these methods are currently beyond his understanding.

The spiritual insects need time to digest each other; some need 49 days, some 81 days, and some powerful Gu species may even take up to three years. There is no fixed dur ...

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