The air froze.
This time, it was not just the air. Even the intangible Saintly Dao aura was crushed to pieces by that tiny gray bead.
Hongjun stared fixedly at the bead in Qin Feng's hand, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.
Gulp.
The sound of swallowing was especially piercing across the silent battlefield.
No one dared laugh.
Because the one who had swallowed was the Dao Ancestor.
As though he had not seen Hongjun's ghost-struck expression, Qin Feng casually tossed the Chaos Bead, capable of crushing the ages of space and time, into the air and caught it again.
Clack.
Every time he tossed and caught it, the Four Saints' hearts violently twitched. They feared that this ancestor might let his hand slip, smash the thing onto the ground, and take the entire Primordial World down with it.
"It seems the Dao Ancestor is not only unmatched in cultivation, but also has first-rate eyesight."
Qin Feng toyed with the bead in his hand, a harmless smile resting at the corners of his lips.
"That's right. It's the Chaos Bead."
"It's nothing special. I just picked it up as a souvenir while traveling before."
A souvenir?
Picked it up?
Upon hearing that, Hongjun nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
This was a Chaos Supreme Treasure!
It was an existence on the same level as the World-Opening Divine Axe and the Jade Plate of Creation!
If something like this could be picked up so casually, then had all his painstaking scheming to merge with the Dao over countless eras been for nothing?
"You..."
Hongjun drew a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the raging waves in his heart. His voice was incomparably dry.
"What do you want to do?"
He did not