"Challenging Cheng Yun, setting the Tao of the heavens and earth, bestowing the Three Thousand Great Dao, doesn't he want to see what he is doing?"
"They all haven't come, yet still want the Tao to spread, afraid others won't know how powerful he is."
Gu Jin was quite helpless, ten years...
As if not content without driving people to death.
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The Ninth City.
Jiang Hao stood in the pavilion.
Pondering where to go.
Now, he knew many things.
Saints, Heavenly Dao, Ancient Yin-Yang Millstone, and the general origin of the Corpse Realm.
But it still wasn't enough.
Because he couldn't know the origin and purpose of Cheng Yun.
Nor could he accurately determine his strength.
"Can we not call out the name Lord Haotian casually?" Heavenly Note Sect asked beside him.
Jiang Hao turned to look at his wife who was brewing tea, and smiled: "Yes, it's not good to say aloud."
"I remember that person was the same, right?" Heavenly Note Sect asked.
Jiang Hao nodded.
