Having figured this out, the Elder of Chaos looked thoughtful.
What Hongjun had said did make sense.
The seething chaos energy around him slowly settled. Though he still looked thoroughly displeased, he no longer voiced any objections.
Their exchange through divine sense seemed lengthy, but to the outside world, their standoff had lasted only a fleeting instant.
Far away, the living beings of the Primordial World had only seen the Elder of Chaos roar in fury.
Then Dao Ancestor Hongjun had simply watched him in silence. The two stared at one another, before the Elder of Chaos lowered his banners and stilled his drums all on his own.
What kind of maneuver was this?
"What happened? Why has the Elder of Chaos stopped talking?"
"Could the Dao Ancestor have used some divine ability to suppress him?"
"I think they're communicating through divine sense. Look, their auras have both settled down."
"Could it be... could the Dao Ancestor have persuaded the Elder of Chaos? Are they really going to put up a stake?"
"Gasp! No way! This... this is too surreal!"
Everyone clamored with speculation, feeling that their brains could no longer keep up.
Elsewhere.
Gu Changqing idly picked at his ear.
They were playing little tricks with divine sense transmissions again.
These two old monsters had lived who knew how many hundreds of millions of years between them, yet they still played such petty games. Weren't they ashamed?
Even thinking with his toes, he could tell that Hongjun was merely painting a grand pie in the sky for the Elder of Chaos.
Bullshit along the lines of "placate him first, then take it all back with interest afterward."
How adorably naive.
Do you really think you've got me in the bag?
At that thought, Gu Changqing seemed even more deeply