Those three words, laden with endless killing intent, left Hongjun's mouth like three peerless, murderous swords piercing through the ages.
For a moment, the entire Primordial World trembled!
Beneath that sinister chill, the Divine Souls of countless creatures nearly froze solid.
The wrath of a Sage!
And this was Dao Ancestor Hongjun, the supreme being who commanded the Heavenly Dao, who had felt neither sorrow nor joy throughout the ages and regarded all living beings as straw dogs, revealing such undisguised murderous intent for the first time!
Everyone understood that what followed would inevitably be a battle that shattered the heavens and destroyed the earth!
And yet.
Faced with this terrifying killing intent, enough to make even Sages pale.
Gu Changqing seemed utterly oblivious.
He merely glanced at Hongjun through bleary, drunken eyes, his irreverent demeanor unchanged.
"Urp..."
He chuckled, then tipped his head back and took another great swig of wine. His uninhibited, wine-soaked air formed a stark contrast with the towering killing intent in the void.
This sight lent a strange quality to an atmosphere already taut with drawn swords.
At this moment, killing intent could no longer describe what Hongjun felt inside.
More than anything, he felt shock!
Disbelief!
And even... a trace of fear he himself refused to acknowledge!
How was that possible?
How could that possibly be?!
What had happened in the Outer Chaos Region was the greatest secret shared between him and the Elder of Chaos.
That place was cut off from the Primordial World's Heavenly Dao. One could even say it existed beyond the river of time.
There, they were absolute sovereigns.
No method of divination, no art of prying observation, could possibly have recorded everything that happened without alerting them.
That was a Sage's confidence!
Or rather, it was the supreme arrogance