The eight-thousandth floor of the Star-Picking Tower.
On the vast earth, the stormy clouds gathered, forming an illusory image of a gigantic beast with wings reaching the sky.
An eagle's head with a tiger's body, four sharp claws, and a cry like an infant's wail, it was the Gu Diao.
On it, Lu Chenzhou sensed a familiar aura.
"It seems this is the father of the Heavenly Gu Daoist."
In an era, True Spirits were often unique, and from ancient times to the present, there was only one Gu Diao.
What remained in the Star-Picking Tower was merely a projection of the Gu Diao simulated by Emperor Zhan, its wings flapping, releasing an invisible wave.
The illusion storm struck, yet Lu Chenzhou stood unmoved; with just a thought, a more terrifying wave of nightmare reverberated back.
Before he fell into the illusion, the Gu Diao's form faltered, its body trembling uncontrollably.
