A Strand of Hair, a Drop of Blood

Whoosh—

A pure white streak of light cut across heaven and earth, crossing in a brief moment the distance Yaoyao had flown for days before descending onto a mountaintop and transforming into a barefoot girl in white.

It was Wanwan.

Her eyes were like water, seemingly calm yet carrying faint ripples.

On a nearby mountaintop, Gu Shaoshang gently stroked Anger's wings, helping it refine its bloodline. Looking at the girl, he smiled faintly. "Wanwan, long time no see."

"It really is you..."

Wanwan's feelings were somewhat complicated as she stepped before Gu Shaoshang. "I heard that you were ambushed by an otherworldly supreme Ancestor God..."

"Just a minor inconvenience. I recovered long ago."

Gu Shaoshang answered casually.

His avatar's realm had been somewhat lacking, and it had suffered severe injuries. Yet destruction preceded rebirth; after recovering from these injuries, it would only need to break through its shackles and advance to the realm of a supreme Ancestor God in this world.

With a slight movement of his palm, wisps of vital energy drifted over and condensed into a meditation cushion. "Sit."

Wanwan sat down, an indescribable emotion on her breathtaking face. "You are different from before."

She still remembered his domineering presence in that small world, when he slew Yang Guang, disbanded the Buddhist sects and Jingzhai, and forced every demonic sect to submit to the imperial court.

Now, that dominance had been drawn inward, and he seemed much more peaceful.

"Go."

Gu Shaoshang raised his arm slightly, and Anger gave a soft cry before piercing the void and flying away.

Gu Shaoshang had cleansed its bloodline. Although it had not yet broken through into the Void Realm, it was only a hair's breadth away and would naturally make the breakthrough before long.

Only then did he smile. "Haven't you