Within the Chaos Secret Realm, the atmosphere had grown delicate in the extreme.
Lord Taisu sat cross-legged above the void, his aged face alternating between green and white.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and his cloudy old eyes brimmed with tangled emotions that defied description.
He looked at the figure slouching opposite him, at that face plastered with drunkenness and a "shameless rogue's" grin, and felt as though someone had overturned a rack of seasoning bottles in his heart, mixing every flavor together.
A moment earlier, this fellow's aura had towered into the heavens, his killing prowess shocking the world. One slash of his sword had left the Chaos Secret Realm's barrier teetering on the brink of collapse, and at the slightest disagreement, he had threatened to reinforce the cage and trap Lord Taisu until heaven and earth grew old.
That fierce, overbearing, utterly arrogant bearing had been like the Primordial God of Slaughter descending upon the world, leaving even Lord Taisu, one of the Five Pre-Heavenly Ultimates, deeply wary and stifled.
But now?
The bastard had put away his sword, picked up the Wine Gourd, and settled into a crooked slouch.
His face wore such a harmless, innocent smile that it seemed the madman who had been shouting about killing and threatening to reinforce the cage had been someone else entirely.
Wasn't this contrast a little too much?!
The corners of Lord Taisu's mouth twitched even harder.
He had lived for endless ages, existing since before Chaos had been opened. He had witnessed Taiyi stir, Taichu arise, Taishi take form, and Taiji divide. He had seen the Three Thousand Demon Gods contend, Pangu cleave heaven and earth apart, and countless Measureless Calamities rise, fall, and succeed one another.
He believed there was no great wind or mighty wave