Boom!
A clap of thunder exploded in Gongzi Yu's heart. Only two words echoed through his mind:
Li Dan! Li Dan! Li Dan!
In an age when the various schools of thought were emerging, in Luoyang of the Zhou lands, and among the archivists, he had met a man named Li Dan. How could Gongzi Yu not read too much into it?
Th-this was the Taishang Incarnation?
Was this the Laozi who had passed down the Five Thousand Words of Virtue?
The Investiture of the Gods World was nothing like Earth. Taishang Laojun, the Moral Heavenly Venerable, was a mighty figure in the truest sense. He had still been active in the world a few centuries ago, taking part in a great war that had nearly destroyed this world. His divine powers were vast, and he could do anything. Crushing Gongzi Yu would be no harder than crushing an ant.
He had just wanted to take Taishang's place, open up the Great Dao of this world, and reap rich rewards, only to run straight into Li Dan. It was like Li Gui running into Li Kui—except the other party was a world-shaking figure from Mythological Legends. Gongzi Yu was a bundle of nerves, shocked and terrified, breaking into a cold sweat as his legs went weak of their own accord. If he hadn't had some decent martial arts skills, been through plenty of things, and possessed a measure of self-control, he would have already wet himself.
His face changed like the wares in a spice shop, his expression shifting so wildly it was hard to describe. Li Rong and Li Jianjia were so startled that they exchanged glances and communicated through voice transmission:
"Father, what's wrong with Gongzi Yu?"
"Could he be possessed? Why else would he lose his composure