Hongjun's voice was soft, as soft as a sigh from the Great Dao.
It echoed briefly through the empty Zixiao Palace, then faded into silence.
Yet the weight contained in those few words was enough to make the Heavenly Dao Laws throughout Zixiao Palace tremble faintly.
More support!
Coming from the Dao Ancestor, who had wielded Heavenly Dao Authority for countless epochs, those words meant far more than an ordinary deployment of troops.
They meant that Hongjun had begun to reassess this chessboard, the Interception Sect's current weight, and the immense threat that walking calamity, Gu Changqing, posed to the Profound Gate.
They also meant that he was ready to play more of his cards.
A long silence settled over Zixiao Palace.
Hongjun sat upright on his meditation cushion, his eyes half-closed, his fingers tapping lightly against his knee.
Tap...
Tap...
The rhythm was extremely slow, the interval between each tap seeming to span endless ages.
Not far from his side, the Elder of Chaos had not uttered a word from beginning to end.
This Primordial Colossus from Hongjun's own era sat upon a throne condensed from Chaos Qi, Chaos Laws circulating slowly around him. His chaos-colored eyes were half-open, betraying neither joy nor anger.
But a closer look would have revealed that the Elder of Chaos's expression was far from pleasant.
One could even call it grim.
Ever since Gu Changqing had ventured deep into Chaos, a faint unease had lingered in the Elder of Chaos's heart.
That day in Zixiao Palace, he had solemnly assured Hongjun and the Four Saints that Gu Changqing could not possibly find Lord Taisu. The five pre-heavenly ultimates transcended karma, stood outside the five elements, and never entered reincarnation. Even if Pangu returned to life, he might not be able to find any