In the Chaos Void, Laozi stood high above the nine heavens, staring coldly at Daochen, a terrifying aura surging around him.
Heaven and Earth's Yellow Exquisite Pagoda hovered silently above his head, pouring down endless Yellow-Gold Mother Qi that enveloped Laozi.
The Taiji Diagram divided Yin-Yang, Mystic Yin on the left and Ultimate Yang on the right. As the two energies circulated, the entire Chaos Void trembled without end.
This place lay far from the Primordial World, deep within the Chaos Void.
Even if they fought here with all their might, they had no need to worry about affecting the Primordial World.
Tongtian and Yuanshi slowly appeared as well, but they abruptly stopped an immense distance away, not daring to advance another step.
After all, this was a battle between Sages. If those who had yet to attain Sagehood were caught up in it, even a single stray ripple would give the two of them a bitter cup to swallow.
"Fellow Daoist, what explanation do you want?"
Daochen stood quietly opposite Laozi. Not the slightest trace of an imposing aura rose around him; he seemed like an ordinary mortal.
Utterly unremarkable.
"Fellow Daoist, you schemed to seize the fortune of my Human Race, leaving the Human Sect I founded with insufficient fortune and nearly causing my attainment of the Dao to fail. Should you not give me an explanation for this?"
Laozi's expression remained icy, his gaze filled with a chilling cold as he looked at Daochen.
"I secured it through my own abilities. You, Laozi, made no plans of your own, yet now you turn around and question me? How amusing."
Daochen scoffed and shook his head disdainfully.
"Fellow Daoist, the Human Race is the foundation of my attainment of the Dao. The stakes are enormous. If I were