Only after quite a while did the Blood Prison Great Sage manage to compose himself.
He had thought it through. How many great figures had his master annihilated? Why dwell on it?
Dead was dead. They would never appear again.
The Blood Prison Great Sage began to wonder—what exactly was the good show his master had mentioned?
Could that black-robed man from earlier have been heading for this very show?
The Blood Prison Great Sage began to quicken his pace. Before long, he was advancing at full speed, the scenery around them rapidly streaming backward and forming afterimages.
Gu An was completely unaffected. He stroked the Wushi Divine Sparrow's head, his gaze already reaching the final destination they were headed toward.
Along a certain stretch of this Path of the Great Dao lay an enormous pit, as if it had been smashed open by a meteorite.
At the edge of the gigantic pit stood dozens of figures. Some were as vast as towering mountains, while others were as tiny as mortals, yet all of them radiated an aura that tyrannized all living beings.
At this moment, everyone's gaze was fixed on the bottom of the pit.
At the bottom of the pit was an egg covered in many golden patterns. Its shell glowed red, and a figure could be faintly seen inside. It seemed to be a person, but it had a tail as long as its body, its form curled up tightly.
True Origin Old Ancestor also stood at the pit's edge, his expression solemn. On his left and right stood two Daoists. Though they did not look particularly conspicuous beside him, judging by aura, they were both genuine Dao Extreme Daluo Immortals.
"What exactly is this thing? It does not seem like a Heavenly Dao creature."
The Green-Clad