Lu Chen sat cross-legged.
The Chaos holy might over his entire body had changed completely.
Earlier, it had still surged and ebbed like the tide, but now?
It was as steady as an Archaic Divine Mountain that had stood planted there since World Creation!
Substantial! Vast! Impossible to shake!
Majestic holy might permeated the air.
Though in terms of sheer volume, it still looked shallow compared to the Primordial Pressure of those three Old Monsters covering endless star domains and shaking the rules of the universe.
Yet the quality was different!
The level of Dao rhyme had undergone a heaven-flipping transformation!
It was as if some sleeping essence within his body had awakened.
A "Chaos True Intent", riding above ordinary Dao and pointing straight to the root of all things, flowed through every wisps of his holy might.
This led to a phenomenon that nearly made the Three Venerables' Primordial eyeballs pop out—
The pressure of Lu Chen, a mere Chaos Saint.
In terms of level, it could actually faintly stand toe-to-toe with the pressure they had cultivated through countless epochs and already fused with the Primordial rules!
He did not fall behind!
It was like the prototype of a divine sword that had not yet been fully sharpened, but whose material was already a supreme treasure of the universe.
Facing three giant hammers that were massive yet made of ordinary material, it formed a bizarre suppression in grade!
And the expression on his face...
Was simply enough to make people's Dao hearts rupture with rage!
Dense disdain almost condensed into substance, smeared right across their faces.
Profound impatience, as if he were not facing three Primordial mighty figures who could decide the life and death of hundreds of millions of living beings with a single thought.
Instead, they were