Within the dim void of Dao Prison, the seven ancient Wujis each harbored their own schemes, wary of one another as an icy atmosphere of suspicion and greed hung heavily over the scene.
Everyone's attention was locked tightly on the depths of Dao Prison. They secretly dreamed of waiting for Xuan Qing to perish, then dividing the two Chaos Supreme Treasures between them. Yet they remained guarded against one another, competing in secret. None was willing to show weakness first, and none dared strike first.
But at that very moment, with undercurrents surging and men's hearts unfathomable—
The blue-robed figure who had already headed deeper into the prison suddenly returned and stood steadily before them.
"Hey, let me ask you something."
Xuan Qing spoke casually, his tone calm and relaxed, yet his words struck like a sudden clap of thunder!
The seven ancient Dao Venerables, whose nerves had already been taut with calculations, all stiffened abruptly. Their hearts clenched, and every hair on their bodies stood on end!
They had never expected Xuan Qing, who should have been venturing into Dao Prison's Source Forbidden Zone, to turn back at this moment!
All the greed, schemes, and vicious thoughts they had harbored behind his back were shameful secrets that could never see the light. If Xuan Qing noticed them, they would surely die without a burial place!
In an instant, terror threw the seven into turmoil. The greed and conspiracies in their hearts were suppressed to the depths, and they tensed as though facing a deadly foe.
"Um, which direction is the Chaos Origin?"
Yet the moment they heard Xuan Qing's question clearly, their suspended hearts gently dropped back down, and they secretly let out long breaths of relief.
So he had only come back to ask for directions.
Dao Mie