"I have lost!"
Those words, spoken by Hongjun, were no less than World-Destroying Divine Thunder, surging and rumbling through the hall.
Laozi, Yuanshi, Jieyin, Zhunti, Randeng...
All the Sages froze where they stood, their expressions almost contorted beyond description.
The Dao Ancestor!
This was Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who wielded heavenly dao authority, had fused with the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World, and had looked down upon all living beings since time immemorial!
Once upon a time, which of the Three Thousand Guests in Zixiao Palace had not lived at his mercy?
Even through the several measureless calamities of ages past, who had not been tossed about in the palm of his hand?
Yet now, this supreme existence had admitted before his own disciples... that he had lost.
Lost to a disciple of the Interception Sect, a drunkard who spent every day in a drunken haze.
Billions of years lay between the two.
Whether one called it the lowly overthrowing the mighty or turning the Heavenly Dipper upside down...
Neither could begin to describe how shocking this was!
"Teacher..."
Yuanshi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but had no idea where to begin.
Offer comfort?
What comfort could he possibly offer?
If even the Dao Ancestor had lost, what did Sages like them amount to?
For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall grew unbearably oppressive. The Sages lowered their heads, not daring even to breathe loudly.
Only the Elder of Chaos kept his gaze fixed on the figure atop the Cloud Bed, his brow furrowing ever deeper.
No.
Something was wrong!
As an old rival who dealt with Hongjun as an equal and had spent countless epochs roaming Chaos, the Elder of Chaos knew Hongjun even better than Laozi and Yuanshi did.
From the very first moment Hongjun