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

Chapter 837 Making an exception
Gu An looked at Tianzi Jiyan with a mocking gaze, which made Tianzi Jiyan very uncomfortable.

However, even with the divine sword in hand, Emperor Ji Yan did not panic.

The divine sword in his hand has an extremely powerful origin. It can devour the true meaning of the Great Dao and enhance the sword intent. Of course, this sword can only absorb the true meaning of the Great Dao cultivated by cultivators, not the Great Dao itself.

He arrived at this palace guided by the divine sword in his hand, and the one who attracted the divine sword was Ji Xiaoyu.

Emperor Ji Yan looked at Ji Xiaoyu again, awaiting her answer.

Ji Xiaoyu could sense the malice in the sword in his hand, but she was not flustered, after all, Gu An was also there.

She was now more curious: could this young man really take her life with this sword?
She trusted Gu An's judgment, but was curious about how the sword was going to kill her.

"Hmm, my name is Ji Xiaoyu. May I ask what brings the Emperor here?" Ji Xiaoyu asked in return, his tone indifferent and his eyes even calmer.

Her composure puzzled Emperor Ji Yan, so he asked, "Since you know I am the Emperor, why didn't you take action? Why did I never see you in the previous battles?"

“Because I dislike fighting,” Ji Xiaoyu replied.

These words made Gu An laugh.

Back then, Ji Xiaoyu was a battle maniac on the Path of the Great Dao, and she still longs to have a good fight with him.

Ji Xiaoyu glanced at him, causing him to immediately stop smiling.

Emperor Ji Yan raised his sword, pointing it at Ji Xiaoyu, and said, "Your fellow disciples have been lured away by my clone, and no one will come to save you. It's just that you have great fortune and are destined to become my sword intent."

As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted his wrist, causing the sword blade to spin. A terrifying sword intent suddenly erupted and rushed towards Ji Xiaoyu.

boom--

The small table in front of Ji Xiaoyu turned to ashes. Her Taoist robe billowed and her black hair danced, but her brows did not furrow and her eyes did not blink.

Emperor Ji Yan's pupils contracted. Following his gaze, he saw a figure appear before the steps—it was Gu An.

Gu An turned sideways to face Emperor Ji Yan, blocking his sword intent.

The overwhelming sword intent caused Gu An's robes to billow and his hair to fly up, but it could not shake his figure.

Emperor Ji Yan frowned and asked, "And who are you?"

His wariness of Gu An suddenly reached its peak. Although Gu An seemed to act casually, the sword intent he exuded was serious, and every move he made was a killing blow.

Gu An glanced at Emperor Ji Yan and said, "Even if I were here, you should still be on guard."

Ji Xiaoyu's lips curled up slightly as she said, "You said I was doomed, and I'm no match for him. I can't let you make this trip for nothing."

Watching the two converse as if they were alone, Emperor Ji Yan's eyes turned cold. He immediately intensified his sword intent, causing the entire palace to tremble.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he intensified his sword intent, he could not threaten Gu An. He felt as if he were facing the Great Dao, and no matter how much magic power or sword intent he used, the Great Dao could devour his attacks. This feeling made his heart sink to the bottom.

After a few breaths, the emperor sacrificed himself to Yan and sheathed his sword.

Gu An turned to look at him, his gaze falling on the sword in his hand.

This sword is no ordinary weapon; it was crafted by a Xuanqi Hunyuan Immortal, who is also a Heavenly Dao Supreme.

As expected, even the Supreme Being of Heaven will support the Son of Heaven; every Son of Heaven who can cause trouble has a faction behind him.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Emperor Ji Yan asked in a deep voice, certain that he was no match for his opponent.

Such a person is actually hidden in the Heavenly Spirit Great World.

Could it be someone from the beginningless era?
However, Wushi would not participate in worldly struggles.

Gu An spoke up, "Your Majesty, you may proceed with your training, but you must not be hasty, and you must not use any power that violates the rules." Upon hearing this, Emperor Ji Yan's expression turned grim.

He was about to speak when Gu An's voice rang out: "For his sake, I won't kill you, but I'll have to punish you a little."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu An suddenly waved his sleeve, and a strong gust of wind rose from the ground, rushing towards the Emperor's Sacrifice to the Underworld.

Everything happened so fast that the emperor, Ji Yan, didn't even have time to react.

With a loud bang, he was thrown out, like a flash of cold light bursting out of the palace.

A terrifying force enveloped him, making it impossible for him to maintain his balance. He could only feel the surrounding scenery changing rapidly.

He flew out of his small world, crashing through mountains, skimming over rivers, and passing through seas of clouds; the world in his eyes shook violently.

He crashed into mountains again, one after another, causing his blood and qi to surge and his whole body to feel uncomfortable. He could only grit his teeth and grip his sword tightly.

After a while, he crashed into an incredibly hard mountain. He came to a stop, his blood and qi surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt all the magical power in his body dissipate.

The world in his eyes stopped shaking and became clear. Ahead lay an endless grassland, blue sky and white clouds, and the sea of ​​clouds on the horizon was divided in two, as if a sharp sword had cut them apart.

He was embedded in an incomparably majestic mountain. From a distance, the mountain looked like a heavenly wall, and it was exceptionally magnificent compared to the peaks on both sides. The mountain walls were smooth and sparsely covered with flowers and grass, except for the dense forest on the top.

This mountain is at least ten thousand feet high and is absolutely magnificent.

Emperor Ji Yan was horrified to find that he could not get up. An unimaginable invisible force was suppressing him, and he could not even shatter the mountain behind him.

"Five hundred years from now, you will be free of this world. You can then see how people will judge you five hundred years from now."

Gu An's voice reached his ears, filling him with fear.

"You can't do this..."

Emperor Ji Yan gritted his teeth and finally let out a roar.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world.

Inside the palace, Gu An's robes were still fluttering.

Ji Xiaoyu stood up, looked into the distance, and asked, "What mountain is that? I've never seen it before?"

Gu An rolled up his sleeves, turned to look at her, and smiled, "I just made it for him."

Ji Xiaoyu was secretly shocked. She could create a mountain, but she couldn't do what Gu An did—create a mountain at the same time without causing too much of a commotion.

The fact that a single mountain could seal away the Emperor's sacrificial rituals suggests an unimaginable power within it.

"Five hundred years, is it imitating the Sun Wukong you wrote?" Ji Xiaoyu asked, though it was meant as a joke, she asked it very seriously.

Gu An smiled and said, "I just thought of that."

He turned and walked toward the palace gate.

"Aren't you most afraid of trouble?"

Ji Xiaoyu pressed further, asking if the Emperor Ji Yan would reappear five hundred years later, which might cause even greater trouble.

Gu An didn't turn around and replied, "He's not a problem in my eyes."

"You said you wouldn't get involved in worldly conflicts. Is this your way of making an exception?"

Faced with Ji Xiaoyu's questioning, Gu An did not answer and quickly disappeared from the main hall.

Ji Xiaoyu sat down again, her gaze fixed on the distance. She could see many powerful beings in the world flying towards the mountain where the Emperor Ji Yan was sealed.

(End of this chapter)