Thunder clouds churned, crimson lightning weaving and flashing through them. Upon the earth stood peak after arrow-straight peak, with no sign of life or green to be seen.
A star of light walked across the land. Looking closely, it was a martial, godlike man clad in silver armor, gripping a divine spear. Nine golden beads hovered behind his head, wreathed in flaming aura shaped like True Dragons that roiled without cease, giving off dazzling radiance. He seemed like a War God advancing, every step driving back the darkness.
It was Tian Hao!
His cultivation had now reached the Innate Golden Immortal Realm. Even though he had not yet entered the Ranked Immortal Class, he could still nurture Heavenly Dao Luck, because he was an Innate Immortal God, born an immortal god.
His face was cold and stern, his eyes sharp, filled with an oppressive force, as if he could see through every evil spirit's disguise in the world.
Following his gaze, a million li ahead, a flight of stone steps stretched up a colossal mountain, like a long staircase ascending to the heavens. Looking higher, at the top of the steps, halfway up the mountain, stood a mysterious figure in black robes.
This mysterious person wore a bamboo hat, black qi surging over his face, making it impossible to see his true appearance.
A long while passed.
Tian Hao arrived before the colossal mountain and stopped. Lifting his head, he looked at the black-robed man above and asked, "I've come. Now you should tell me who you are, and what gives you the nerve to say you're confident you can overthrow the Heavenly Court?"
Tian Hao had not only recovered An Hao's memories; he was also gradually recovering the memories of the Son of Heaven, Xuanqing. His divinity was growing