A true golden age for the Primordial World!
The thought surfaced in Gu Changqing's mind, making even his blood surge as anticipation filled his face.
In Gu Changqing's eyes, a so-called golden age did not mean the outbreak of a measureless calamity or endless wars.
Rather, it should be a time when everyone soared like dragons, their momentum blazing like a rainbow, bringing the Primordial World to unprecedented prosperity and glory.
Yet now, Hongjun stood high above, looking down upon all living beings.
In every word and deed, he assumed the mantle of the Heavenly Dao Representative, placing himself above quadrillions of living beings.
Such a scene could only be called a golden age for Hongjun alone, or perhaps for the Profound Gate.
Not a golden age for all living beings!
Thus, Gu Changqing eagerly awaited the day the Witch Clan truly rose to prominence. If they could shake Hongjun's position, that would be quite welcome.
Then, the Heavenly Dao and Earth Dao would contend, and all living beings would find where they belonged.
Perhaps even the status of the entire Primordial World would rise with them.
"It seems I should also raise my strength as soon as possible and seek to prove the Dao of Primordial Unity."
"Otherwise, wouldn't I miss out on much of the fun when that golden age arrives?"
Gu Changqing murmured to himself, looking thoughtful.
Though his voice was soft, Dijiang and the others heard him.
In an instant, astonishment and awe mingled on their faces.
Proving the Dao of Primordial Unity!
Those words sounded breezy and effortless coming from Gu Changqing's mouth.
As though, to him, it was merely something he could pluck up at will, something that would happen as naturally as water flowing into a channel.
"Even with his current quasi-saint cultivation,