At that moment, the Elder of Chaos seemed to have become the sole protagonist between heaven and earth.
He stood there, chaos qi surging around him like a tide.
Every wisp of his aura was heavy enough to crush the void, and every glance sharp enough to pierce through the ages.
Surpassing the past and present, he looked down upon the world!
Every word carried a soul-gripping might.
All living beings instinctively held their breath, but this silence was utterly different from the one before.
The earlier silence had been fear, terror, the suffocation of being cowed by a horrifying power above even the Sages, leaving them afraid to draw a single full breath.
But now, their silence was no longer born of fear.
The powerful cultivators watching from afar and the Interception Sect disciples on Golden Ao Island felt something else above all: anticipation.
"Make your move..."
Someone in the crowd murmured under their breath.
The voice was faint, yet in a world so quiet that a falling pin could be heard, it was like a spark that instantly ignited the long-suppressed fervor in countless hearts.
"Make your move! Senior Brother Changqing, hurry and make your move!"
An Interception Sect disciple clenched their fists.
"Senior Brother Changqing! Show him what you can do! Let that old bastard see what true strength means!"
"Ah... when has our Interception Sect ever suffered such humiliation?!"
"Damn him, damn him! Just what kind of art is that Elder of Chaos using?"
Such was the reaction of the Interception Sect disciples.
All living beings likewise waited with bated breath, their gazes blazing like torches.
Between heaven and earth, there was no sound save the low rumble of the chaos currents surging around the Elder of Chaos.
And yet...
One breath!
Two breaths!
Ten breaths...