Gu Changqing's expression changed dramatically!
Though he had expected this, anticipation and curiosity still showed on his face.
The Primordial Eight Trigrams!
With memories of two lifetimes, Gu Changqing was quite familiar with those words.
According to legend, Fuxi had created them while comprehending the Dao, devising an immensely powerful primordial art.
They had even exerted an extraordinarily important influence on countless cultivators in later ages.
Before this, Fuxi had never used such a technique in any of the several battles between the Witch Clan and the Demon Race.
Gu Changqing had thought that his repeated alterations of the Heavenly Mandate had left Fuxi unable to attain enlightenment.
But now, it seemed his heaven-defying actions had merely delayed Fuxi's enlightenment by endless ages.
Of course, it was also possible that the Demon Court had wanted to keep this secret and had therefore refused to use it before.
After all, once it was unleashed before Quadrillions of Living Beings, the Demon Court would have no hidden trump card left.
Yet the Dragon Race's arrival had reversed the situation, bringing the Demon Race to the brink of defeat.
Thus, Fuxi had been forced to resort to this technique.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, Gu Changqing gulped down several more mouthfuls of fine wine.
Then he murmured to himself with keen interest:
"Haha... lively! This battle just keeps getting livelier."
"But once he unleashes this move, Fuxi's doom might well be sealed."
Witnessing this legendary technique firsthand certainly piqued Gu Changqing's interest.
Moreover, he knew that Fuxi stealing the limelight like this might mean his death was close at hand.
With that, Gu Changqing put aside his stray thoughts and said no more. He continued watching the battle, seemingly lost in a drunken haze, yet actually following it without blinking.
If he