The instant that voice appeared, the air around Yang Hao rippled like water. Then, a white-haired old man in a black robe emerged from it in an eerie fashion.
There was no contempt on his face. Instead, he wore a grave, puzzled expression.
"In just three years, you broke through to the Dou Zong realm. And now, less than a year later, you have broken through again and reached the Dou Zun realm. I truly wonder just how far you will go in the future."
"How far I go, we'll see when the time comes. You needn't concern yourself with it," Xiao Wujiu replied calmly, looking at the black-robed elder before him.
"Hehe, it is good for young people to have spirit, but being too sharp-edged is not a good thing." The elder slowly stepped forward and looked at Xiao Wujiu, his tone carrying a trace of sentiment. "I am Gu Shan. I was originally ordered to bring you back this time, but you killed Elder Gu Qian, who had come to receive you. So, whether you want to or not, you must come with me."
"If you refuse to cooperate, then you will have no future." There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in Gu Shan's voice, as though he were merely announcing the simplest of facts.
There was no other reason. He was a true Dou Zun Peak—not some so-called Nine-Star Dou Zun, but a genuine Nine-Turn Dou Zun!
The so-called Nine Turns were a measure of the gap between a Dou Zun and a Half-Saint. The principle was simple: Battle Qi was refined and compressed. When a Nine-Star Dou Zun Peak had filled his body with Battle Qi to its limit and could advance no further, that was the beginning of the Nine Turns.
After refining and