After chatting for a while, the two separated. Gu An used his mind to communicate with the Blood Prison Monkey King, who changed direction.

The crowds were surging, and the vendors on both sides were shouting. Gu An was riding on the back of the Blood Hell Monarch, looking back and forth to both sides, curious about everything along the way.

This feeling is the same as going to the market.

Unlike other conferences, the Tianbang Conference is rarely held once in a hundred years. It is the most important event in Taixuan Sect and even Taicang Continent. Its excitement is far beyond that of other times. The arrival of many sects has also brought many new things.

After a while of burning incense, the Great Sage of Blood Prison stopped in front of an attic. Gu An turned down and walked into the building called Qibao Pavilion.

Entering the lobby, a dazzling array of treasure shelves appeared in front of him, and he looked at one person.

[Zhang Xianwang (Seventh Floor of Xiaoyao Yuan Fairyland): 359098/700000/2500000]

Ultimate lifespan of two and a half million years!

Gu An predicts that he has the qualifications to reach Daoxu Xuanxian.

This person is Xiaoyao Yuanxian from the Xianling Dynasty. He is standing in front of a treasure shelf, playing with a broken flute in his hand.

Gu An stepped forward and passed behind him.

Zhang Xianwang didn't pay attention to him. The two of them stood in front of the same row of treasure shelves to admire the treasures.

After a while, Zhang Xianwang glanced at Gu An, but at this glance, his brows suddenly raised.

"Little brother, where did the golden lines on your forehead come from?" Zhang Xianwang asked, his tone gentle, without the force of a great monk.

Gu An touched his forehead and said with a smile: "One night, after I woke up, there was a golden streak like this. Do fellow Taoists know its origin?"
Chapter completed!