A Sage had fallen, and Heaven and Earth mourned together.
Yet this expanse of chaos void had already been completely sealed off by that sword light.
Every omen, every mournful cry, was imprisoned within this tiny space.
In the Outer Chaos Region.
Inside Zixiao Palace.
The ancient palace had endured through eternity, suffused with the supreme resonance of the Great Dao.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun and the Elder of Chaos sat facing each other, their auras surging mightily around them like the All-Heaven Stars, evolving countless variations.
Peace and stillness filled the hall.
"Heh, Daoist Hongjun!"
"With all Four Saints taking action, and the two of us overseeing the Heavenly Dao, Gu Changqing has no way to survive, even if his powers reach through heaven and earth."
The Elder of Chaos opened his eyes slightly, his tone carrying a certainty he took for granted.
Yuanshi had been so supremely confident earlier.
And there was the support of his chaos supreme treasure, the Chaos Bead.
To him, this was an execution whose outcome had never been in doubt.
This time, Gu Changqing would undoubtedly die.
As he spoke, a look of unparalleled cold ferocity flashed through the Elder of Chaos's eyes.
Clearly, he hated Gu Changqing to the marrow of his bones and had long awaited this day.
"He is too arrogant."
Hearing the Elder of Chaos's words, Hongjun raised his gaze slightly and glanced at him.
No emotion showed on his face, as unruffled as an ancient well. He merely spoke calmly.
"A disruptive variable has emerged. Erasing it as soon as possible is the proper course."
"With the Four Saints acting, the outcome is already settled."
His words, too, held absolute confidence-the absolute control he wielded over the Heavenly Dao's order, which he had established with his own hands.