The Trail of Gods and Immortals

"Nor an Innate Golden Immortal."

Meng Lang's answer made Zhu Xi's brows knit once more, and disappointment rose in her heart.

The reason she had not guessed above Hengtian Golden Immortal was that she felt such transcendent beings could not possibly be trapped here.

She stared at Meng Lang, hoping he could convince her.

What kind of backing was it that made Meng Lang think he could take her and escape?

If he did not explain it clearly, there was no way she would leave with him.

Meng Lang looked ahead. That Innate Golden Immortal was still giving his impassioned speech, and everyone present listened with their blood boiling, lofty fighting spirit surging in their hearts.

Rather than wait for death, they might as well risk everything in a desperate fight.

"The Taiwei Great World—its waters really are deep enough."

Meng Lang, in other words Gu An, thought this.

Gu An had calculated in the Heavenly Spirit Great World that Zhu Xi was in trouble, so he had come to help. He had taken the form of Meng Lang precisely because he did not want to get entangled in too much karma.

After arriving in the Taiwei Great World, Gu An discovered that several Daluo Immortals were actually hidden inside this Great World, and even some karmas of heaven and earth could not be fully divined.

He had heard before that among the Three Thousand Great Worlds, a small number of Great Worlds possessed foundations far surpassing other Great Thousand Worlds. Only today did he learn that it was true.

This Innate Golden Immortal had already laid down a formation, thinking himself able to cut off prying eyes so he could conveniently incite people's hearts. Little did he know that at this very moment, a Taiqing Golden Immortal was watching