The Immortal Teaches

Gu An had no comment on Li Xuandao's ambitions. Everyone had their own goals; even the greatest of men had private desires of their own. He himself was just such a person.

Li Xuandao had the right to choose his own life, so long as he did not bring disaster upon the entire world.

How many villains were there in this world? How many people stirred up wars? They could never all be killed.

After chatting with Li Xuandao for half a day, Gu An wandered the Great Cang Dynasty alone, while Li Xuandao returned to the imperial study in high spirits and began drafting plans for conquest.

Unlike the chaos raging across the world, Taicang Continent had remained at peace all along, unaffected by the tides sweeping the land.

Still, even in a place of peace, there were people suffering hardship. If Gu An encountered them, he would not be stingy with his help. He had the ability to save the world; he did not do it because of the laws of the Great Dao. But helping an individual was something he did simply because he felt like doing it.

Sometimes, watching some people's fates be turned around because of him also brought Gu An a sense of amusement.

His figure vanished into the vast sea of people in the city, as though, to this world, he seemed just as tiny and insignificant.

In the void, tens of thousands of sword shadows hovered in every direction, forming a sword formation of magnificent grandeur. Each sword shadow was larger than a star, and within the formation stood a red-robed sword cultivator with disheveled hair, sword in hand. Sword Qi coiled around him, chaotic and violent.

His gaze fell upon Li Ya outside the sword formation. The two were far