Haotian's words heralded the approach of a measureless calamity.
For all living beings, this was already news that filled everyone with apprehension.
But Hongjun's words were nothing short of explosive, making their scalps prickle and their hearts quake, shattering any hope of remaining calm.
After all, the Saints' Lineages stood at the very pinnacle of the Primordial World.
They normally remained lofty and aloof, beyond worldly affairs, untouched by the karma of the mortal realm.
Before this, many measureless calamities had erupted between heaven and earth.
Yet each time, the Saints' Lineages had remained outside the fray, never becoming embroiled in them.
This was both a mark of respect for the Saints' Lineages and a testament to the Sages' power, which towered over the ages.
Even the Witch-Demon Tribulation, whose battles had shattered heaven and earth, had been no exception.
Yet now, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had declared that even the Saints' Lineages must enter the world and undergo the calamity?
This overturned everything anyone had ever known.
For a time, the vast Primordial World Heaven and Earth boiled over.
Countless cultivators whispered among themselves, their discussions ringing out without end.
"This... how is this possible? Even the Saints' Lineages have to enter the world and undergo the calamity? Won't that turn heaven and earth upside down?"
"The Investiture of the Gods Measureless Calamity is actually this terrifying? If even the Sages can't stay out of it, what are insignificant cultivators like us supposed to do?"
"Heavens, we're finished, finished! This will surely spell our doom."
"Hmph, is Dao Ancestor Hongjun deliberately shielding the Heavenly Court, even at the cost of sacrificing us cultivators and reducing us to slaves of Haotian and Yaochi?!"
The shock and unease of all living beings spread swiftly like a plague.
Those cultivators who had still