When the disciples of Wushi were still encouraging each other, the silhouettes of the Dao practitioners below had already reached a terrifying level, their aura converging together, making even the Saint, Hongqian Ancestor, feel a chill.
The Wanyin Demon Venerable could also sense the rapidly increasing aura behind him, and this did not make him happy; instead, it made him even more irritated.
In his view, the Great Dao did not trust him.
What made it worse for him was that this was indeed the truth.
He stared intently at Gu An, but Gu An did not look his way, which deeply provoked him.
At this moment, notifications kept popping up before Gu An's eyes, all of which were hatred notifications. Ever since the Great Dao reflected upon the heavens, the notifications had not ceased.
He was not angry; instead, he had a somewhat mocking attitude.
