The Dark God Sect

As Gu An's clone traveled through the Underworld with Hong Yazi, Gu An's true body still maintained its usual rhythm of life, occasionally looking toward the deep-red fog beyond the Heavenly Dao.

The deep-red fog swept forward at great speed; it only seemed slow compared with the vastness of the Great Dao, and would not touch the edge of the Heavenly Dao Luck any time soon.

It was worth mentioning that the Heavenly Court had taken no action against that deep-red fog. Gu An saw many immortals and gods fly into Lingxiao Treasure Hall, then disperse together again, as if nothing had happened.

Could that deep-red fog be tied to some great Karma, making the Heavenly Court afraid to act rashly?

Gu An could not help thinking of Taihao.

He did not know when that elusive Heavenly Emperor would emerge from seclusion. Perhaps the immortals and gods were waiting for the Heavenly Emperor.

As one Great Thousand World was completely conquered by another Great Thousand World, the struggle of the Sons of Heaven instantly became incomparably fierce. Both camps killed until their eyes ran red. For the Three Thousand Great Worlds, these were dark and turbulent years beyond measure.

The greater the pressure to survive, the more it could give rise to beings of peerless talent.

Twenty-seven thousand years had already passed since Jiang Rulai's sermon ended.

On this day, just after noon, Gu An was taking a light rest in the courtyard, lying on a rocking chair, swaying gently.

"I am Qitian Xiansheng True Lord! Today, I will rescue the Demon Emperor! I'd like to see who dares stop me!"

A domineering roar resounded across the whole world, startling Shen Zhen, who was before the Artifact Refining Cauldron, into opening her eyes.

Not only her—all the disciples in the