"Run?"
When Immortal Emperor Yang heard An Hao's words, he could not help frowning. He pressed, "Why run? And where would we run to?"
An Hao was just about to speak when, suddenly, blazing Golden Flame burst from within the Heavenly Dao Golden Pill and shot into An Hao's brow at tremendous speed.
In that instant, An Hao's eyes flew wide. He raised his hands and clutched his own head, tipping his face upward as a fine golden line unexpectedly appeared between his brows, like the slit of an eye.
Immortal Emperor Yang turned pale with shock and subconsciously turned to look at the Heavenly Dao Golden Pill.
The Heavenly Dao Golden Pill stood ahead, unmoving as a mountain, exuding an ancient aura, as if it were the oldest existence in the world. It had witnessed blue seas become mulberry fields, witnessed the stars shift and the Big Dipper turn; endless experiences had shaped the unfathomable presence it now possessed.
An Hao knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling, his face twisted, clearly enduring pain beyond imagination.
Immortal Emperor Yang flashed to his side, wanting to help him, but was blasted away by a powerful force.
He flew several hundred zhang before landing, then staggered back several more steps. He raised his right hand and saw that it had been burned raw, dripping with blood.
He lifted his eyes to An Hao, his brows tightly furrowed.
An Hao remained kneeling, his face lowered. Wisps of flame leaked from between his fingers, and his entire body shook, unable to make a sound.
"Could he truly be the chosen one?"
Immortal Emperor Yang muttered to himself, his gaze complicated.
He had chosen An Hao because An Hao's fate was indeed special, but there had been another reason as well: he wanted