Deathly stillness.
A deathlike silence hung over the scene.
The rain of blood drifting down from the sky seemed to have become the only sound in this world.
Its soft patter drummed against the three Sages' nearly frozen thoughts.
Tongtian, Nuwa, and Houtu all stood dazed, their eyes wide and their mouths agape.
He had killed Zhunti?
That was all?
Just listen to that!
Was that fucking something a human being would say?
He made it sound as casual and effortless as crushing an ant between his fingers.
Anyone who knew no better would have thought Gu Changqing had merely killed some utterly insignificant ordinary living being.
But who had he killed?
A Sage!
A Heavenly Dao Sage, Zhunti!
An existence untouched by countless tribulations, whose primordial spirit rested within the Heavenly Dao, undying and indestructible!
Yet from Gu Changqing's mouth, it sounded so... insignificant.
Especially with his breezy, languid manner, tinged with drunkenness, the impact of those words was magnified beyond measure!
A long while passed.
Gulp.
Even Tongtian, a Sage himself, struggled to swallow, producing a clearly audible sound.
He stared fixedly at Gu Changqing, his usually bold, unrestrained face covered in indescribable shock and bewilderment.
He wanted to ask whether this was real.
But when the words reached his lips, he forcibly swallowed them back down.
Because he knew it was real.
That vision of heaven and earth mourning together, that sorrow arising from the very origin of the Great Dao, could never be faked.
That grief was hundreds, thousands of times more intense than when any Sage had previously been suppressed or had their physical body destroyed!
This was proof enough that, this time, Zhunti had not simply lost his physical body or been stripped of his Sage position.
He had truly been... annihilated in body