Those Who Learn from Me Live; Those Who Resemble Me Die!

Watching the figures of Chu Chengtian and his grandson vanish, Chen An's gaze flickered slightly as he looked toward the completely unresponsive Seven-Star Heaven-Sealing Formation.

This Saint-tier formation, said to withstand a single strike from a peak Saint Realm expert, had seemed nonexistent to Chu Chengtian, both before and now.

"Alas, it seems my attainments in formations still need improving!" Chen An shook his head slightly and thought to himself.

Fortunately, it had been Chu Chengtian this time, and Chu Chengtian bore him no ill intent. If it had been someone harboring malice toward him, striking while he was advancing, he might not even know how he died.

However, Chen An also knew that ordinary cultivators could not come and go like ghosts as Chu Chengtian did, treating a Saint-tier formation as if it were nothing.

Even against Quasi-Emperor Realm experts, he was confident that unless they used brute force to destroy his formation, they could not possibly disregard the Seven-Star Heaven-Sealing Formation as Chu Chengtian had.

"Forget it!"

Shaking his head, Chen An no longer dwelled on the matter.

In his view, unless he could set up a complete Imperial Formation, any formation he laid down would likely be as good as nonexistent before Chu Chengtian.

Sitting on the stone bench, Chen An beckoned with his right hand and took the Divine Radiance Emperor Scripture floating before him into his grasp.

The moment the Imperial Scripture entered his hand, a dense, ancient aura of the Emperor Dao flowed slowly from his fingertips into his limbs and bones. The five-colored immortal radiance flowing across its pages trembled faintly, while the low echoes of the Great Dao seemed to resound beside his ears.

Even merely holding it, Chen An could sense the supreme power contained within. It was the accumulated Dao