When they realized Meng Chuan had no intention of telling them more, and that they could do nothing at this point, the truth sank in.
The Limitless Ones fell silent. Unwilling as they were, they could only watch from the sidelines.
They could not interfere with Meng Chuan, force him, or threaten him indirectly.
They were helpless, fated to watch events unfold.
Saying more would gain them nothing useful. They would only make a laughingstock of themselves.
If they kept chattering at Meng Chuan and he ignored them entirely,
that would be far too awkward—and far too humiliating.
The Chaos Ones were watching. They could not give them a chance to laugh at them in their hearts.
And if the Limitless Ones made no move, the Chaos Ones certainly would not either.
After all, if the Limitless Ones could not do something, neither could they.
But the Ten Limitless Ones were not merely watching. They used their own methods to glean whatever useful information they could from what was happening before them.
Just as they had when Pangu Opens Primordial Chaos took place.
For the first half of Pangu Opens Primordial Chaos, the Limitless Ones had watched without intervening.
Only when Pangu defied the Great Dao Iron Laws and the Great Dao began to strike him down did they make a token move against him.
They had played little part in it, but even as spectators, they had undoubtedly gained something.
The same was true now.
Limitless Ones were Limitless Ones, after all. When something unfolded plainly before their eyes, even if it involved the Great Dao and Chaos, they could still glean something from it, something that might spark inspiration.
There were sights and things the Limitless Ones could perceive.
Meng Chuan had expected this long ago, and he