Now that they had seen White Tiger, one of the Four Sacred Beasts, again, and it had also clashed with a Chaotic Beast.
They naturally understood that White Tiger had come to the Primordial World to eliminate Chaotic Beasts as well.
In recent years, Chaotic Beasts had continuously invaded the Primordial World, and the implications of that were quite obvious.
The saints of Heaven's Mystery Pavilion had found it extremely difficult to hold them back as well.
After all, the signal was already obvious. With so many Chaotic Beasts invading the Primordial World, the meaning behind it was indeed unmistakable.
Grand Supreme Old Lord could not help but raise his head and look toward the sky.
He wondered what his teacher, Heavenly Dao Hongjun, was thinking.
If they truly took this opportunity to wipe out Heaven's Mystery Pavilion, could saints like them truly protect the Primordial World?
Or did he merely intend to turn Heaven's Mystery Pavilion into a weapon to protect the Primordial World?
On one hand, they could not push Heaven's Mystery Pavilion's experts too far; on the other, they had to gain sufficient benefits?
What choice would his teacher, Heavenly Dao Hongjun, ultimately make?
If the many experts of Heaven's Mystery Pavilion declared that they were done with it, then who could withstand the onslaught of the Chaotic Beasts?
Could Dao Ancestor Hongjun withstand it?
Or could saints like them withstand it?
The more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.
Grand Supreme Old Lord could not help but feel somewhat melancholy.
Heaven's Mystery Pavilion was so powerful, yet even it struggled somewhat to protect the Primordial World.
If the six of them were asked to protect the Primordial World, that would be utter nonsense.
The status of these saints in the Primordial World had