Within Zixiao Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun quietly appeared. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, as though they contained the entire chaos, gazing silently at some point in the void.
A long sigh slowly echoed through the palace halls, steeped in eternal silence.
"Chaos Demon Gods are born having claimed every advantage of heaven's design." A low sigh, tinged with envy and an indescribable bitterness, drifted beneath the vaulted roof of Zixiao Palace.
Four streams of light suddenly tore through the boundary between heaven and earth, piercing directly into the Chaos Sea—without beginning or end, above or below.
"Heh, quite a few 'lamp thieves' have crawled out of the cracks in the walls." Luohu raised his eyelids slightly. With a sweep of his divine sense, he sensed densely packed thoughts of prying eyes drifting amid the undercurrents of chaos. He then turned his head and raised a brow at Yang Mei and Huang Jue.
Yang Mei merely nodded lightly, the corner of his lips curving faintly, but said nothing. Huang Jue, however, let out a cold smile. "Hmph, just a few moths flying into the flame. Do they think that by edging closer, they can chew up the lingering echoes of our battle and taste the true flavor of the Great Dao? Absurd! Even the Heavenly Dao has only touched half a corner of its robe, yet they dare reach for the Three Thousand Great Daos. That isn't merely having eyes higher than the sky—it's not having a life hard enough."
The three proceeded at an unhurried pace, following close behind Su Yang as they swept deeper into chaos.
Before even half a cup of tea had passed, Su Yang abruptly stopped.
Luohu and the other two stopped as well. In that instant, several Sage divine senses hovered like needlepoints within