This turn of events caught everyone by surprise.
They saw that strange, inscrutable figure sitting quietly atop the World-Destroying Mill.
He seemed utterly oblivious to its terrifying aura of world destruction.
He even wore a faint smile as he looked at Tongtian and the others.
The sight filled Tongtian, Houtu, and Nuwa with horror, shaking them so deeply that they could not calm themselves.
Who in the world was he?!
None of the Sages present had sensed him beforehand.
It felt as though that figure had always been there.
More importantly, Tongtian and the others were absolutely certain that no living being could survive within the World-Destroying Mill.
Even a strand of divine sense would be completely crushed out of existence by the aura of world destruction within it.
Nor had they overlooked what he had said earlier.
People of later generations?!
In other words, in this figure's eyes, Tongtian, Houtu, and the others were merely juniors?
Unbelievable!
Simply unbelievable!
They could scarcely imagine just how ancient a being he was.
"Who exactly are you?!"
Tongtian's brows knitted tightly. His face full of wariness, he stared at the figure and demanded an answer in a low voice.
Unease!
Even Tongtian felt a profound unease welling up within him.
The other man's aura was so deep that neither ghosts nor gods could fathom it.
Tongtian had no doubt that if he made a move, ownership of the World-Destroying Mill would be the least of their concerns.
The entire Interception Sect might face annihilation.
Yet before the figure atop the World-Destroying Mill could speak, something else happened.
Gu Changqing suddenly chuckled beside them.
"Heh heh..."
That unexpected laugh stunned all three of them, and they immediately turned to look.
Gu Changqing wore a bold, unrestrained expression, and was even tipping his head