Gu Changqing's words were slurred, steeped in an intoxication that had lingered since time immemorial, as though they were nothing more than drunken nonsense.
His expression was just as careless as ever. He stood crookedly, cradling the Wine God Gourd, his face flushed and his eyes hazy with drink, without even straightening his back.
Yet at that moment, this very image of a drunkard made Luohu's heart skip a beat.
Because Gu Changqing had spoken.
One word at a time.
His voice was quiet, yet it seemed to resound directly in the depths of Luohu's primordial spirit, at the root of the Great Dao, within the origin of all things in heaven and earth.
"Myriad..."
A single word, its meaning unclear.
Yet at that moment, it revealed a heaven-defying divine might worthy of Words Become Law.
The instant the word left his lips.
All the auras filling the air around both Gu Changqing and Luohu abruptly stalled.
"Dao..."
Then the second word fell.
This time, for some unknown reason, even Luohu's origin trembled with it.
But in the next instant, he saw it.
Surging auras churned around Gu Changqing, as though erupting, yet also as though seizing an endless power.
Luohu's face went blank, his eyes wide and his tongue tied.
He had absolutely no idea what Gu Changqing intended to do.
"End..."
As the third word fell, an indescribable aura erupted from Gu Changqing's body.
That aura was not the vastness of the Dao of Hunyuan, not the sharpness of the Sword Dao, not the free-spirited ease of the Way of Wine, not the vitality of the Dao of Creation...
An ending!
That was right!
It was an aura of ending in the truest sense of the word.
As the Demon Ancestor, Luohu could not have been more familiar