"The Great Luo purged the 'gods' on a massive scale. No wonder there aren't any so-called 'gods' around anymore."
It seemed the Great Luo True Lords of the Dust-Dyed Realm did more than plunder and remotely control the cultivators of the Five Realms. They did not even spare pre-heaven lifeforms.
Zhang Yuan clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Were all these 'gods' killed by the Great Luo?"
"Who knows? This immortal only heard about it from others. The slaughter of the 'gods' happened ages before my time. Never mind me-even Ji Guang might not know.
"Only [True Lord Hunlun Zhaopan] probably knows the details. But if you ask me, given what those fellow Daoists of mine are like, if they could kill them, they definitely killed them all. There's no way they would have left any survivors."
Chi Guanguan spoke indifferently.
Zhang Yuan raised his eyebrows. The mention of [True Lord Hunlun Zhaopan] reminded him that there were still two fragments of the [Chaos Platform] inside his Sea of Consciousness.
Before Zhang Yuan could ask Chi Guanguan where the fragments were, his Divine Sense responded to the thought. He looked toward the bottom of his Sea of Consciousness, then above it.
There they were.
At the bottom of his boundless Sea of Consciousness and in the vast vault overhead stood two pieces of bluestone, each as immense as a mountain.
The bluestone on the seabed looked fairly ordinary, manifesting only as a mountain of bluestone. The one in the vault was entirely different. Without the waters of his Sea of Consciousness obscuring it, he could see its state clearly.
The broken bluestone platform hung upside down, several chaotic vortices revolving beneath it. An endless stream of chaos qi wreathed it, its conceptual image vast, ancient, and supremely powerful.
The