He was a madman!
A madman through and through!
The Elder of Chaos's roar still echoed between heaven and earth, every word steeped in boundless terror and despair.
He wanted to stop it. He wanted to flee.
But before that blood-red pillar of light piercing heaven and earth, before those venomous howls from the depths of Chaos that could freeze even a Sage's Primordial Spirit, his body, his laws, his everything had gone rigid.
He could not move.
Hongjun was no different.
The Dao Ancestor who had always styled himself the Heavenly Dao Representative throughout the ages, treating all living beings as chess pieces, now trembled faintly all over, unable to stop himself.
The eternal indifference on his face had long since been torn to shreds, replaced by a twisted mixture of horror, incomprehension, and utter madness.
Yet only Hongjun himself knew.
What shook him to his core, even filled him with horror, was not merely the Demon Gods' resentment within the Heaven-Shaking Coffin.
Beyond that, there was an even more terrifying aura.
It came from the Outer Chaos Region, like unseen gazes concealed in the darkness, now reaching across endless space-time to lock onto Hongjun with unerring precision.
And within them, Hongjun could feel only hatred!
Endless, inexhaustible hatred!
What kind of hatred was it?
It was a venomous hatred that would not abate even if his bones were crushed and his ashes scattered, his soul refined for hundreds of millions of years!
As though he were the source of every evil and every suffering in this world!
Under the fixation of that will, Hongjun even had the illusion that the flawless, supreme Heavenly Dao Laws he controlled-
Had, at this moment, become scalding Chains of Order, transmitting every last trace of that hatred directly into his Primordial Spirit!