The instant the aura of a False God erupted, Qin An seized Cold Star at his waist and drew it, his eyes turning grave.
The aura he sensed from the old man was almost more than he could bear.
Its pressure was far greater than that of anyone he had ever met.
The old man sensed Qin An's unease and withdrew his terrifying aura. A faint smile touched his lips. "Young friend, don't be alarmed. I mean you no harm. I let you sense my identity, didn't I? After coming here, have you still not worked out who I am?"
Qin An narrowed his eyes and circulated the Void Essence within him, sensing carefully.
His brows drew tight. "What exactly is your connection to the Golden Throne Hall?"
Only after examining it closely had he realized that the old man's aura was remarkably similar to that of the Golden Throne Hall.
Yet the old man possessed the body of a False God, leaving Qin An puzzled.
The old man smiled. "I was formed from the gate of the Golden Throne Hall's prison. You should have seen that gate already."
Qin An thought of Xuan Tian, whom he had met in the Cemetery.
Xuan Tian had once said that the Golden Throne Hall's Cemetery was also a gate guarding the exit of the Forbidden Land.
Now this old man claimed to have formed from the prison gate. Qin An immediately recalled the Bronze Gate he had seen earlier.
Qin An frowned. "You're that Bronze Gate? Then why is it slowly opening? If you're the False God guarding this place, why have you let those demon False Gods run so rampant?"
The old man gave a bitter smile. "Ah, I don't want this either. I'm at my weakest right now, and I