After leaving Zhongtian, Gu An paid no attention to whether those cultivators had recognized him. In any case, it had no effect on him.
They once again arrived at the edge of the Heavenly Dao, in a world born after the Heavenly Emperor became a Saint. The myriad races already stood in great numbers here, and all living beings had touched the path of cultivation, but compared with the Three Thousand Great Worlds, it was still far behind, belonging to the mortal realm.
Gu An was still riding the Black Horse he had carefully chosen in the Heavenly Court. Old Ancestor Honggan held the reins and was recounting his glorious deeds.
Teaching Old Ancestor Ziliu a lesson on Li Xuandao's behalf this time had left him very satisfied. He felt that he had finally done something for Gu An. Though it was only a very small matter, at least he had been useful.
Buoyed by this feeling, he began talking about the enemies he had encountered in Chaos, recounting those battle achievements. He was truly in high spirits, and Gu An watched him with a smile, which only made his urge to pour it all out grow stronger.
The three men and one horse walked along the mountain ridge. The blazing sun hung high, and beside them was a great river that rushed without end, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, its momentum like a tiger.
Gu An swayed with the rise and fall of the horse's back. He was in a very good mood and was happy to listen to Old Ancestor Honggan brag. His own thoughts had likewise fallen into the past.
What he was thinking of was not his past in the Taixuan Sect, but a past even further back.
In his previous life, had he,