Time flew like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, Long Qing was five years old.
Gu An stood before the windowsill, watching Long Qing ride the Blood Prison Great Sage in pursuit of the White Spirit Mouse, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
Days like these were truly not bad.
Unfortunately, this peace would soon be broken.
Gu An could sense that the Crimson Coffin was trembling, alarming the nearby sects into setting up their formations one after another.
The Dark War Emperor was about to emerge!
The Dark War Emperor had inherited the War Court's legacy, yet he wanted to hunt down the descendants of the War Court's creator. This gave Gu An all sorts of guesses.
In any case, he had no good impression of the Dark War Emperor. The bastard had slaughtered an entire region of living beings the moment he arrived; if he dared come to Taicang Continent, then he had better not blame Gu An for being impolite.
As Sword Venerable Fudao's fine reputation grew louder and louder, the Sacred Court presumably would not be able to target him directly either.
The Great Underworld Holy King had been quite well-behaved lately too, as if he had already put down his grudges and no longer dared plot against Gu An.
Gu An looked into the distance for a while, then went downstairs.
As soon as he descended, he saw streaks of blood-red light appearing across the heavens, extremely unnerving.
The disciples in the valley also noticed this scene and began discussing it among themselves. They were not panicked, however; in their hearts, the Taixuan Sect was the safest place there was.
Ji Xiaoyu came to Gu An's side and said in a low voice, "I once saw a scene like this in