What was going on?!
Gu Ning sensed that something was wrong. The punch he had thrown felt as though it had struck a mire, frozen mid-air by an incomprehensible force. The 'Spider Web' in his field of vision rapidly grew larger in an inconceivable manner, becoming a giant as vast as the firmament in the blink of an eye.
A gigantic palm reached down at him, blocking even the sunlight in the sky.
No!
Gu Ning suddenly came to his senses and instinctively looked around.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a huge mountain of blood-red flesh. That mountain was the 'Spider Web' corpse he had smashed onto earlier.
It's not that he grew bigger—it's that I became smaller! How is that possible?
The thought flashed through Gu Ning's mind as an indescribable feeling surged into his heart.
This guy was a True Immortal?
And a True Immortal was still someone's disciple!? Since when had the Ancient Immortal Gate's threshold become so high?
Darkness swept over him. That hand pinched the Amber Bead between two fingers and tossed Gu Ning into its sleeve. The entire process was as light as clouds and gentle as wind: a casual lift of the hand, then a pinch, without the slightest trace of worldly smoke or fire.
I am a Six-Origin Ancient God!!
Gu Ning's final thought flashed by before darkness swallowed everything.
Mountain Wind brushed past.
Chen Luo placed his right hand behind his back, turned, and stepped through the void toward the foot of the mountain. With more than nine months still remaining, he intended to take a good look at this era, learn the differences between Ancient Immortals and Ancient Gods, and incidentally see how the Immortal Court had been established after Immortal Emperor Changqing's fall.
Before leaving,