The wispy white light in the center of the altar suddenly surged violently.
Gu Qinghuan's blade tip had barely lifted half an inch when she saw the white light twist and entwine like a living creature, contorting into a figure in the void.
The golden threads of the dragon robe flickered in the light, and the Eastern pearls on the imperial crown gleamed with a cold light. It was none other than the "Holy Monarch" recorded in the archives of the Xuan'an Bureau—Wu Tiance.
Chapter 171