White-Headed Immortal Ancestor

"What are you looking at?"

Gu An smiled as he asked Shen Zhen. He could hear the guesses in her heart, but he did not expose them.

Even when facing Shen Zhen, Gu An would not reveal his true strength.

Shen Zhen came back to herself and asked, "Emperor Tianhong has already left. Do you truly think relying on him can save the world?"

Over these years, the mortal realm had grown more and more chaotic, and she could also sense an indescribable, inexplicable eerie power manipulating all living beings in the world from the shadows.

Such power was surely involved with Beyond Heaven.

This was not Karma that Emperor Tianhong, who was merely at the Dao Void Mystic Immortal Realm, could put an end to, even if Emperor Tianhong held a Dao Treasure.

Gu An came to her side and moved a chair not far away over through the air. As he sat down, he said, "Don't underestimate his potential. He has talent comparable to Tian Hao's—do you think he seems like an ordinary person?"

"Could he also have an immortal-god background?"

"Perhaps."

Hearing Gu An's words, Shen Zhen could determine that Emperor Tianhong had an inseparable relationship with immortal gods.

Tsk, tsk.

Immortal gods were illusory and elusive; no matter what, one could never encounter them. Yet staying beside Gu An, immortal gods seemed nothing unusual.

Shen Zhen looked at Gu An beside her, her eyes filled with a strange brilliance.

She was very curious—what kind of role was Gu An in the eyes of immortal gods?

Shen Zhen asked with a smile, "So many immortal gods have appeared before your eyes. The Heavenly Court's target couldn't be you, could it? If one day the Heavenly Court recruits you into the ranks of immortals, what will you choose?"