"Run away?"
When Yang Immortal Emperor heard An Hao's words, he couldn't help but frown. He pressed further, "Why run away? And where to?"
An Hao was about to speak when suddenly, from within the Celestial Dao Golden Core, fierce golden flames burst forth and swiftly drilled into An Hao's forehead.
In an instant, An Hao's eyes widened. He raised his hand to grasp his head, tilting it upward. A golden thread, like a slit, appeared at his forehead.
Yang Immortal Emperor was shocked and instinctively turned to look at the Celestial Dao Golden Core.
The Celestial Dao Golden Core stood motionless in front, emanating an ancient aura, as if it were the oldest existence in the world. It had witnessed the vast seas turned into mulberry fields, the shifting of stars; endless experiences shaped its current unfathomable majesty.
An Hao knelt on the ground, his whole body trembling, his face contorted, clearly enduring unimaginable pain.