The Fickle Hearts of the World

After parting with Zhu Xi, Gu An's life fell back into calm. He devoted himself to studying Dao Creation, but this path was incomparably difficult, always leaving even him, a Dao Extreme Daluo Immortal, racking his brains in deep thought.

The years flowed by swiftly.

Another hundred thousand years passed.

That year, the Taigan Dynasty launched a surprise attack on the Dao Court, setting the mortal realm ablaze with war.

Great Cang Dynasty, the imperial palace, within the imperial garden.

As Li Xuandao poured wine for Gu An, he sighed with emotion. "That Taigan is truly formidable. To actually dare launch an attack on the Dao Court—regardless of victory or defeat, the Taigan Son of Heaven's courage alone is enough to earn my admiration."

Taigan was the strongest dynasty in the world. Although the Great Cang Dynasty had not been annexed by it, it could still feel the might of its tiger's presence.

If not for Taigan having developed a grudge with the Dao Court, Li Xuandao felt that Taigan would sooner or later have fought its way to the Taicang Continent.

Gu An toyed with the jade statue Li Xuandao had given him and said with a smile, "What, Your Majesty wants to learn from Taigan too?"

He had once gone traveling in Taigan. From top to bottom, Taigan was steeped in a warlike air. Its war against the Dao Court was not because of grudges; it was merely borrowing those grudges to fulfill its grand ambitions.

Behind Taigan stood many powerful sects, and this was also where its confidence came from.

Next, the two forces would slaughter each other for several thousand years, killing until heaven and earth went dim, until Zhao Rushen led the Dao Court to suppress Taigan and ascended to the throne as Lord of