At that moment, Gu Changqing felt no smug pride, much less the arrogance of someone carried away by success.
Instead, he felt only a trace of relief.
He was grateful for his identity as a transmigrator.
And grateful that he had joined the Interception Sect in the early days of the age of Sages.
It was precisely because he was a transmigrator that he knew the course of the Primordial World's heavenly dao's great momentum, as well as Jieyin and Zhunti's shameless depravity.
That was how he had been able to uncover so many secrets in advance.
Of course, beyond that, sufficient strength was indispensable.
After all, if Gu Changqing truly had been nothing but a frivolous, idle drunkard...
Then he might already have died, his Dao extinguished, when he had faced the Ten Demon Saints or Di Jun and Tai Yi, leaving nothing behind.
With an inward sigh of reflection, Gu Changqing continued watching the scene in the Western Teachings, without a trace of pity.
In the Primordial World, the weak were meat for the strong. It had always been so!
If anyone was to blame, it was only Jieyin and Zhunti for falling one move short!
Then Gu Changqing cast aside his stray thoughts and gave the direction above the Nine Heavens another deep look.
"The calamitous fiendish qi is growing denser."
"This time, can Dao Ancestor Hongjun still conjure up that so-called ceasefire period?"
A knowing smile appeared on his face.
Then he turned to Dijiang.
Only after swallowing a great mouthful of fine wine did Gu Changqing speak again:
"Ancestral Witches, how has your cultivation of the Pangu Emperor Heaven-Opening Sacred Art progressed?"
That was the question he asked.
At his words, the Eleven Ancestral Witches' expressions shifted.
Though they did not understand why he had