If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 473 The Chosen One, Burdened with Grudges

"Run away?"

Upon hearing An Hao's words, Emperor Yangxian frowned and pressed, "Why are you fleeing? And where are you fleeing to?"

Just as An Hao was about to speak, suddenly, a raging golden flame burst forth from the Heavenly Dao Golden Core, and at an extremely fast speed, it drilled into An Hao's brow.

In an instant, An Hao's eyes widened. He then raised his hand and grabbed his head. He tilted his head back, and a thin golden line appeared between his eyebrows, like a slit in his eye.

Emperor Yang was shocked and subconsciously turned to look at the Heavenly Dao Golden Core.

The Heavenly Dao Golden Core stood before them, unmoving and exuding an ancient aura, as if it were the oldest being in the world. It had witnessed the changing of the world and the shifting of stars, and its endless experiences had shaped its unfathomable presence.

An Hao knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his face contorted, clearly enduring unimaginable pain.

Emperor Yangxian flashed to his side, wanting to help him, but was repelled by a powerful force.

He flew hundreds of feet away, and after landing, he staggered back several steps. He raised his right hand and saw that it was scalded and bleeding profusely.

He looked up at An Hao, his brows furrowed.

An Hao knelt, face down, wisps of aura emanating from between his fingers. He trembled all over, unable to utter a sound.

"Could he really be the chosen one?"

Emperor Yangxian muttered to himself, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He chose An Hao because An Hao's destiny was special, but there was another reason: he wanted to be associated with the Sword Master Fudao.

An Hao is the only true disciple of the Sword Master Fudao on the surface.

But to his utter surprise, An Hao had just arrived and hadn't done anything yet when he gained the approval of the Heavenly Dao Golden Core. Throughout the history of the Immortal Dynasty, he had never heard of anything like it.

"An Hao, who exactly are you?"

An Hao could not hear Yang Xiandi's voice. At this moment, he was in unimaginable pain. Not only was his body in excruciating pain as if it were being torn apart, but his soul was also suffering terrible torment.

He saw many images, all of which were the images he feared most.

He witnessed the tragic deaths of his wife and children, the suffering of his junior sister, and even saw his master's tombstone; all of this agonized him.

"If you do not flee, you will end up like them."

A cold voice kept echoing in his ears, agitating his mind.

……

Thirty-seven years later, just after the Spring Festival.

Gu An walked through the outer city gate, with Blood Prison Great Sage and Long Qing following behind him.

Three hundred years ago, Shenxinzi returned to the Buddhist sect of the Bitter Sea. Since then, Longqing has become Gu An's follower. Wherever Gu An goes, he will actively follow.

Along the way, wherever Gu An went, people greeted him, mostly his friends or his disciples.

More than four hundred years have passed, and the shock brought by the Sword Master Fudao has finally subsided. Under the suppression of the Tai Xuan Sect's Dark Hall, those who know Gu An's identity will no longer spread rumors, and the Sword Master Fudao has once again become a legend.

Even without the title of Sword Master Fudao, Gu An, as the Valley Master of the Third Medicine Valley, still commands a great reputation.

"Master, does the Sky-Severing Axe really have a lineage? Or is it just a trick you deliberately left behind?" Long Qing quickened his pace, came to Gu An's side, and asked curiously.

He would occasionally go to the Heaven-Mending Platform to try and pull out the Heaven-Severing Axe, but unfortunately, he could never budge it.

Most people who try to use the Sky-Severing Axe nowadays want to experience the power of the Sword Master Fudao, rather than actually wanting to inherit his legacy.

Gu An looked ahead and replied, "Of course, you'll feel it later."

Long Qing wanted to ask more questions, but he suddenly looked up.

Not only him, but the Blood Prison Great Sage was the same.

Countless silver shooting stars appeared in the azure sky, all streaking in the same direction, creating a spectacular sight.

The monks passing by on the street also began to notice the strange phenomenon in the sky.

"what is that?"

"Is that sword energy?"

"No, there are people inside. It might be some major religious sect flying overhead." "Someone? It doesn't look like it flew over our heads; it looks more like it fell from the sky."

"Don't worry, this is the Tai Xuan Sect. Perhaps the Tai Xuan Sect is not the strongest sect, but it is definitely the safest. In recent years, the Holy Court and the Immortal Dynasty have been fighting each other fiercely, but the flames of war have never reached the Tai Xuan Sect."

The cultivators were discussing amongst themselves. Gu An glanced at them, then looked away and continued on his way.

Blood Prison Great Sage and Long Qing followed, and they began to discuss the origins of those meteors.

Blood Prison Great Sage's divine sense detected that those meteors were indeed a group of people surrounded by sword energy, and that they came from beyond the heavens, which made Long Qing even more curious about the outside world.

Although Long Qing still hadn't developed spiritual power, as he grew older, he could sense that he came from beyond the heavens and that some kind of mission awaited him.

He was no longer so anxious, but began to enjoy life. He had a premonition that once he understood his mission, this kind of life would be his greatest wish for the rest of his life.

Gu An immediately saw through the origins of the group of sword cultivators.

The Great Glory Sword Heaven!

It was summoned by the Sword Master Jueluo.

The Great Hong Sword Heaven plans to establish a sect in the sea area near the Taicang Continent, so that it can provide support to Gu An at any time.

Gu An didn't care much about that; he was more concerned about something else.

That is the appearance of Xiaochuan's Extinction Dao Life Seal!
In other words, Xiao Chuan is about to be born in the Heavenly Spirit Realm!
After many years, Gu An finally waited for Xiao Chuan.

The thought of seeing his junior brother again filled Gu An with joy, and he even started humming a little tune.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Long Qing boldly asked about the origin of the sword cultivator he had just seen.

"There will be plenty of opportunities to interact with each other in the future."

Gu An replied casually, saying that he was becoming more and more like a wise sage, knowing everything but refusing to tell anyone, leaving people to experience it for themselves.

I must say, this feeling of foreseeing the future and witnessing destiny is quite nice.

at the same time.

Nestled among the mountains, a wooden house sits halfway up the mountain, where a couple stands in front of the cliff, gazing at the green hills and clear waters.

The woman was holding a baby in her arms. She looked down at her son in her arms, her beautiful face full of worry.

She turned to her husband beside her and said, "Husband, you haven't named the child yet. You don't want to go back, do you?"

Her husband was dressed in black, with a handsome face and slightly graying temples. He didn't look old, but he had a sense of vicissitude.

“It is because of his birth that I have to go back. Ling’er, you should understand that if I don’t go back, my family of three will never have peace. Those enemies will not let me go.” The man in black said, his tone heavy.

His name was Chen Luo, and his wife's name was Xu Ling. As they spoke, they drew closer to each other.

Xu Ling leaned on his shoulder, looking bewildered, and asked, "Is there really no place for us in the Holy Domain? Should we leave the Holy Domain?"

Chen Luo sighed and said, "It's more chaotic and dangerous outside. Even if we have the cultivation of the Mahayana Realm, it's extremely difficult for us to protect our son without any backing. Let's go back. At worst, I'll kneel down and apologize to my mother. You've already given birth to my child, so I'm sure she won't make things difficult for you."

“But…” Xu Ling hesitated.

Chen Luo turned around, grabbed her shoulders, and said, "Ling'er, believe me, even if I die, I will protect you and your son. I don't want to see you get hurt again, and I don't want our son to be born with a grudge on his shoulders."

The baby in Xu Ling's arms opened its eyes, its bright eyes melting her heart.

"Yes, we can't let him carry the burden of grudges..." Xu Ling murmured to herself, trying to convince herself.

Chen Luo smiled and said, "The moment I saw this kid, I felt good luck was coming. Don't worry, I heard that my father just returned from under the Holy Minister. With him in charge of the family, my mother will definitely not dare to do anything reckless."

Xu Ling took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she had agreed, and then hugged his wife tightly.

"I swear, I will make sure you live a peaceful life, and I will avenge the massacre of your family," Chen Luo said earnestly, staring at the horizon.

Xu Ling trembled slightly, but instead of replying, she slowly closed her eyes.

White cranes flew out from the opposite mountain forest, flapping their wings and soaring towards the horizon, forming a V-shape. Sunlight shone on them, making them look like celestial cranes, as if carrying hope and flying to the ends of the earth.

(End of this chapter)