The Immortal-Slaying Sword Array rose, four swords swept across the sky to overawe the universe!

All living beings remained unaware that, at this moment when swords were drawn and battle hung by a thread...

Deep within Golden Ao Island, inside Gu Changqing's cave abode...

The figure that had been slumped askew, snoring like thunder, quietly began to change.

Gu Changqing's brow twitched slightly.

The movement was faint, so faint it was almost imperceptible. Yet anyone inside the cave abode would have sensed the subtle fluctuation in his aura at that instant.

He had heard it.

He had heard the Elder of Chaos's words.

More precisely, he had heard those words...

"Taisu True Exposition."

The instant those words reached his ears, even Gu Changqing's timeless intoxication seemed to fade a little.

He slowly opened his eyes. Within those perpetually wine-hazed eyes flashed a trace of clarity, a trace of realization, and a trace of... gravity.

It was neither fear nor wariness, but the seriousness that arose only when facing a true opponent.

"Urp..."

He let out a wine burp, slowly sat up, and reached for the Wine God Gourd that had rolled off to one side. Tilting his head back, he took a great gulp.

Gulp...

Gulp...

The fine wine slid down his throat, its rich fragrance spreading through his mouth before flowing into his body, leaving him a little more relaxed.

Yet his gaze grew ever brighter.

"Taisu, is it..."

Gu Changqing murmured very softly. His voice carried that timeless intoxication, but now held a knowing certainty.

"Just as I thought..."

He had guessed it long ago.

From the moment he sensed the Elder of Chaos returning to the Primordial World, from the moment he detected a mysterious, indescribable trace of Dao rhythm within that aura, a suspicion had stirred within him.

For the Elder of Chaos to dare return, he must have obtained some