Not a single Supreme One could describe how they felt right now. It was complicated, very complicated—exceedingly complicated.
A fellow Daoist who had once been perfectly ordinary, no different from any other newcomer, had transformed into one of the most powerful figures in the Chaos Sea.
Regret? Envy? Jealousy? Bewilderment? Resentment?
All of them, probably.
If I had... when this senior came to Primordial Heaven back then, then now I...
Many Supreme Ones had thoughts like these.
There had been nothing wrong with their attitude toward Meng Chuan back then. It had been perfectly normal.
Apart from special cases like San Bao, no Supreme One would fuss over a fellow Daoist they had never met.
Indifference was the norm.
But now that Meng Chuan had descended as a Chaos One, how could they remain calm?
All kinds of thoughts were bound to arise.
Supreme and Chaos; earth and heaven; reality and dreams.
The gulf between the two was simply too vast, too vast for any means to bridge.
A Quasi-Immortal Emperor at the Third Stage could withstand a strike or two from an ordinary Immortal Emperor, but even Buddha at the peak of the Sacrificial Dao, or in Half-Transcendence, could not withstand a single glance from a Chaos One.
Supreme Ones who had not spent long in the Supreme Domain, or who were still advancing by leaps and bounds, might not feel the contrast so keenly.
After all, they were "newborn calves unafraid of tigers." If I gave it a try, who said I couldn't do it?
But for those who had lingered in the Supreme Domain for countless years, discovering that someone who had only recently entered Primordial Heaven was now a Chaos Existence... that feeling...
Some Supreme Ones found the sudden change, and the gulf in standing that