Just as the four Sacred Spirits began stuffing themselves, the Chaos Demon Gods noticed something unusual about the entrance to the Prehistoric Era.
The Chaos Demon Gods were no fools. A change in the Prehistoric Era's "gate" could only mean that something had happened within it. They dispatched several Chaos Beings to sneak inside and gather information in secret.
That day, a Chaos Being quietly crept near the Azure Dragon Holy Land. Along the way, it discovered that the Four Pillars had become exceedingly strange. Their vigilance was far weaker than before.
The scout feared this was a scheme of the Prehistoric Era and had already resigned itself to never returning alive.
"Xuan Wu, how much longer do you think we have to stay here? I'm sick of this life. Why can other beings enjoy the rich Innate Spiritual Qi of the Prehistoric Era while we of the Four Clans must remain in these barren Four Pillars?"
"Azure Dragon, you've had too much to drink. Say less. This was the Dao Venerable's order. Do you intend to defy the Dao Venerable?"
"Sigh, yes. We fell for the Dao Venerable's trap back then. Otherwise, we wouldn't be trapped here. If only someone could break this confinement."
"Do not speak nonsense!"
Xuan Wu rose to his feet and slammed his palm heavily onto the table. The look he gave Azure Dragon had turned somewhat hostile.
"Fellow Daoists, calm down. The Dao Venerable must have had his reasons for doing this. We should not blame the Dao Venerable," Vermillion Bird said, acting as the peacemaker.
"Why shouldn't we blame him? How many years has it been? Do you know how many years have passed? We're still stuck at the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm!"
The moment those words were spoken, the scene fell