"Escape quickly?"
When Yang Immortal Emperor heard An Hao's words, he couldn't help but frown and asked, "Why escape? And to where?"
An Hao was about to speak when suddenly, from within the Celestial Dao Golden Core, fierce golden flames erupted, rapidly burrowing into An Hao's brow.
In an instant, An Hao's eyes widened. He then raised his hand, grabbing his head. He tilted his head back, and a golden, thread-like line appeared on his brow, resembling the slit of an eye.
Yang Immortal Emperor was horrified and instinctively turned to look at the Celestial Dao Golden Core.
The Celestial Dao Golden Core stood motionless in front of him, radiating an ancient aura as if it were the oldest existence in the world. It had witnessed changing seas into mulberry fields and the shifting of constellations. Endless experiences had shaped its now unfathomable presence.
An Hao knelt on the ground, his body trembling and his face contorted in obvious, unimaginable pain.