From beginning to end, Chu Tian had stood there, watching the Devil Ancestor with an expressionless face.
That gaze held neither anger, fear, nor contempt—it carried a strange calm.
As though he were looking at a clown.
His hands were clasped behind his back, his black hair drifting gently through the void. One half flowed with deep demonic light, while the other bloomed with resplendent golden imperial radiance.
The Imperial Crown Mark between his brows emitted a faint golden glow. It was not dazzling, yet none dared meet it directly.
Two Great Dao runes circulated of their own accord around him—the Supreme Demon God Dao spread beneath his feet, while the God-Slaying Dao circled at his side.
He simply stood there.
Without moving.
Without speaking.
The Devil Ancestor's expression darkened slightly.
He had provoked him for so long, yet Chu Tian had not even twitched an eyelid.
It made him feel like a clown roaring at thin air in an open field.
Every word he spoke seemed to strike a ball of cotton—there was no rebound, no response, not even an echo.
He raised his voice, the demonic flames around him surging even more violently as a trace of impatience entered his tone.
"Chu Tian, I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?"
"Lower your head and apologize to my Supreme Heaven Ancient Emperor at once."
Across the void of the Myriad Worlds, countless divine senses held their breath in anticipation.
Chu Tian finally spoke.
His voice was quiet, calm as still water.
Yet every word made the Devil Ancestor's demonic flames falter slightly, as though some invisible force had suppressed his arrogance.
"The Azure Heaven Clans truly have exhausted all their tricks. They can only use such petty schemes to announce their existence, sending some little demon to perform as