Gu Changqing stood in the void.
His Daoist robe billowed, snapping in the wind.
Unruffled!
Utterly unconcerned!
It was as though Hongjun and the Elder of Chaos were not even worth his notice.
That demeanor left all living beings even more stunned, their expressions complicated.
"As expected of the Wine Sword Immortal... even in such dire straits, he remains utterly fearless!"
"Such composure, such bearing... throughout the Primordial World of Eternity, how many could manage that?"
"Indeed, indeed. We cultivators cannot even glimpse the dust in his wake."
Voices rose one after another, echoing between heaven and earth with undisguised awe and wonder.
All living beings understood that the situation Gu Changqing faced was anything but ordinary.
On one side stood Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who wielded heavenly dao authority; on the other, the Elder of Chaos, who had once nearly buried heaven and earth in destruction.
Either of those two beings alone could make the Primordial World tremble.
And now, the two had joined forces!
Such a confrontation was unprecedented in all the years since the creation of the Primordial World.
Yet Gu Changqing was still smiling.
There was nothing forced about that smile, not a trace of bravado. There was only a disdain that ran deep into his bones.
It was as though, in his eyes, even Hongjun and the Elder of Chaos together amounted to little.
Of course, if battle truly erupted, its outcome... would be impossible to fathom.
Meanwhile.
Hongjun took in every detail of Gu Changqing's unconcerned demeanor. His face, already so dark it seemed water might drip from it, turned increasingly livid.
How many epochs had he lived?
Born in Chaos, he had witnessed Pangu's Heaven-Opening, the rise and fall of the ten thousand Primordial World races, and the deaths of countless mighty beings.