The Elder of Chaos stood proudly in the void, like an eternally indestructible Chaos Divine Mountain, pressing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths into submission.
His aged face no longer held even a trace of its earlier malice and apprehension.
In their place was an imperious dominance that looked down upon the world, acknowledging none but himself.
That dominance was neither a deliberate display nor blustering arrogance, but a composure that seeped from his very bones, born of absolute, overwhelming strength.
As though, in his eyes, the Three Pure Ones born of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, Empress Wa who molded earth into humans, Houtu who governed reincarnation...
Were all mere ants he could crush with a flick of his hand.
A deathly silence settled over heaven and earth.
That silence carried a suffocating despair.
An invisible pall seemed to blanket all of Golden Ao Island and the entire Interception Sect, weighing upon countless Jie Sect Disciples until they could barely breathe.
Daoist Duobao's face was livid, his fists clenched tight, his eyes blazing with fury.
Golden Spirit Holy Mother gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes filled with anxiety and unease.
Wudang Holy Mother, Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, and the others wore expressions of utmost gravity, circulating their magical power to its limit, ready to stake their lives on a desperate struggle.
The cultivators watching from afar were silent as winter cicadas, not daring even to draw a deep breath.
Some were deathly pale, some had sweat beading on their foreheads, and some felt their legs weaken, nearly collapsing to the ground.
Too powerful.
The Elder of Chaos was too powerful.
So powerful that even Sages were driven to despair.
Yet...
Just as the whole world fell silent and all living beings bowed their heads.
High above the Nine Heavens, Nuwa and