As the last stretch of time passed, Ancestral Kunpeng and the Ancestral Dragon and Ancestral Phoenix kept communicating in secret.
But even in private, the Ancestral Dragon and Ancestral Phoenix stuck to their earlier account when faced with Ancestral Kunpeng's questions. They kept their lips sealed.
The others had their own thoughts and occasionally spoke among themselves, but no one slipped away like the Black Yellow Daoist and gave up on this Great Dao Tribulation.
Among Great Powers, there were cautious, unassuming souls like the Black Yellow Daoist who wanted no unnecessary risks and had no wish to be swept into some unknown whirlpool.
Naturally, there were also those like the remaining Chaos Ones, who would not easily change their minds and were eager to compete.
Whatever had brought Meng Chuan and the other two Near-Limitless Beings here, surely the three had not gone mad and decided to join forces to perish together with them?
If anything underhanded happened during the Great Dao Tribulation, they could simply stay out of it and keep their distance.
If those three really were willing to trade the lives of Near-Limitless Beings for theirs, there was nothing they could do. It was no loss to them anyway.
After long years, they would return, ready to take on the world again.
In truth, Chaos Ones were not particularly afraid of death.
Death was not the end, only a temporary slumber.
Making it impossible for a Chaos One to ever return was, in fact, exceedingly difficult.
Even if a dead Chaos One's Great Dao fell into other hands and was attained by someone else, the one whose Dao had been stolen still had a chance to return.
But once another had attained their Great Dao, even if they returned, they would be no more than a