The Elder of Chaos stared fixedly at that figure, the aura around him freezing completely.
It was not simply fear.
Rather, everything happening before him had far exceeded his expectations.
His chaos-colored eyes shrank to pinpoints, the hunched figure reflected deep within his pupils.
His divine sense surged out frantically, trying to discern the truth of his opponent, but every contact was like a clay ox sinking into the sea, unable to stir even the faintest ripple.
No aura.
No dao rhythm.
No fluctuations of laws.
Not even the slightest sign of life.
That figure simply stood there, like a stubborn rock deep within Chaos, or a statue that had existed in this void since time immemorial.
Silence.
A long silence.
The Elder of Chaos's breathing went from rapid to steady, then from steady to rapid again.
His expression shifted incessantly, now pale, now livid, now flushed red.
At last.
He came to his senses.
Towering fury surged from his chest, instantly sweeping away his earlier fright.
Junior?!
This old bastard who had appeared from who knew where actually dared to call him a junior?!
The corners of the Elder of Chaos's mouth twitched violently several times. Fury churned in his chaos-colored eyes, threatening to erupt.
Who was he?
He was the Elder of Chaos!
One of the three thousand Great Dao Demon Gods, and a supreme Demon God ranked among the very highest!
An unsurpassed existence born before Heaven and Earth had opened, before Chaos had divided!
All living beings of this age, whether humans, members of the Demon Race, or members of the Witch Clan, whether Sages, Quasi-Saints, or Golden Immortals, were merely antlike juniors before him.
Even Dao Ancestor Hongjun associated with him only as an equal.
The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin and Zhunti, and the