The Blood Prison Great Sage came before Gu An and knelt respectfully, as if he were about to press himself flat to the ground.
Seeing that he could still maintain such an attitude at a time like this, Gu An felt deeply gratified.
He hadn't raised him for nothing!
"It's called the Bull Devil King? Don't tell me there's a Sun Wukong too?"
"Hahaha, don't underestimate it. Its mind is petty as can be."
"True. Back then, I touched its horns, and it even wanted to ram me!"
"Shh, you can't go saying things like that."
"What's the point of sending a cow up there? Are they going to kill him to liven up the Immortal Creation Grand Ceremony?"
Below the stage, the cultivators and disciples discussed among themselves. Some of their words made the Blood Prison Great Sage so angry that his fur stood on end.
Gu An paid it no mind. The Blood Prison Great Sage's current state had no small connection to that cheap mouth of his. He was the same as the White Spirit Mouse—aside from Gu An, no one liked them.
It was time to begin!
As Gu An thought this, his gaze turned sharp.
Under everyone's eyes, Gu An took out the Fate-Fixing Pen. The pen spun in his hand, and he smoothly caught it, the tip pointing toward the Blood Prison Great Sage. Everyone's gazes followed it and landed on the Blood Prison Great Sage, not understanding what Gu An intended to do.
"Today, I shall let my mount transform into an immortal realm. Everyone, watch closely."
Gu An's voice rang out, resounding throughout Third Medicine Valley.
The moment these words came out, everyone's eyes widened, disbelief showing on their faces.
He actually wanted to make this Demon Ox become an immortal realm?