"Same as before. If you want to go out, you'd better think it through. If you die out there, there's no road back. Wanting to carry out your own justice is a good thing, but on the path of cultivation, those who die from overestimating themselves are as many as the stars. I won't, and can't, shelter every disciple who goes out to roam."
Gu An stood up and said softly. As he spoke, he stretched, like an ordinary mortal, his posture lazy.
After hearing this, An Zizai said solemnly, "I'll make it clear to them. If they insist on going out, then life and death will each rest with Heavenly Mandate."
Gu An nodded, then walked toward him and out of Guan Shan Pavilion.
The two brushed past each other. An Zizai turned and watched his grandmaster leave.
He recalled that great battle from many years ago, and his heart was still somewhat stirred.
Just how high did one have to cultivate to regard Immortal Gods as nothing at all?
Back then, when Gu An fought the Immortal God Army, he had not merely won—he had crushed them with absolute strength, leaving people utterly unable to imagine just how powerful he was.
In that battle, Gu An had not even used a Great Divine Ability. He had won so casually. An Zizai was extremely curious: if he unleashed the Myriad Dao Peerless Palm with all his strength, what kind of terrifying sight would it be?
Perhaps the vast Heavenly Spirit Great World would be annihilated in an instant?
An Zizai watched Gu An's figure disappear into the mountain forest. Only then did he withdraw his gaze, leap up, and swiftly skim over the mountain peaks.
Birds in the forest swept toward the horizon. The sky was boundless, revealing the