Chaos strode through the void, step by step toward the fallen gods. A black ring of chaos that blotted out the sky hung overhead, radiating a terrifying pressure that made it hard to breathe.
"The Three Pure Ones are gone, and you... still dare challenge me?"
Chaos's gaze swept over the devastated land, and He sneered. The black ring of chaos in the sky twisted violently as an enormous eye slowly opened above Him...
The pressure of death instantly weighed upon the hearts of all the Great Xia Gods.
Just then, Chaos seemed to sense something. He suddenly halted His movements and turned to look up the stairs.
The lingering image of the Gate of Truth standing in the void gradually faded. A figure rose from the steps, and a chilling wind swept over a dark crimson cloak. A pair of lifeless gray eyes entered His sight.
An indescribable vastness and mystery suddenly dispersed the killing intent hanging over the Heavenly Court. In silence, gray mist billowed out from beneath the figure's feet.
"You're awake?" Chaos looked at the figure, a smile curling across His lips. "So? Did you see it clearly?"
An Qingyu lowered his eyes, his face utterly expressionless. After a moment, he spoke calmly:
"I saw it clearly."
The smile on Chaos's lips grew broader. With a single step, He flashed directly before An Qingyu. His towering body bent slightly as He looked down upon the tiny human.
"Do you still intend to seek death now?"
"No." An Qingyu shook his head. "I'll go with you."
Chaos stared at An Qingyu. Yet even He, who excelled at observing and manipulating people's hearts, could not read any further emotions or thoughts from those gray eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, He burst into laughter.
"Yes, that's how