In the Outer Chaos Region, before Zixiao Palace.
Never before had this place been as lively as it was today.
An endless torrent of chaotic energy was pushed aside by a supreme power, forming a vast, boundless platform in the void.
Figures tore through the void, crossing Chaos to arrive.
Every one of them radiated a terrifying aura powerful enough to crush a small world.
Quasi-Saints!
Almost everyone in sight was a Quasi-Saint Mighty Expert!
These ancient beings, normally as elusive as divine dragons whose heads appeared but whose tails remained unseen, would often spend several Epochs in seclusion. Now, however, they crowded together here as though attending a market.
Without exception, their faces bore a complex mixture of fanaticism, greed, and anticipation.
"To prove the Dao of Primordial Unity without Primordial Violet Qi... such an opportunity is simply unheard of!"
"The Dao Ancestor is personally creating a Sage. We must carefully contemplate it today. Perhaps we really can glimpse a trace of the secret to attaining sagehood!"
"Randeng... hmph! That old bastard merely got lucky and won the Dao Ancestor's favor! Given this opportunity, I would certainly be stronger than him!"
Jealousy, longing, resentment... all manner of emotions intertwined in their hearts, making this expanse of chaotic void seethe as never before.
Yet amid this boiling clamor, one spot seemed utterly out of place.
A broad Immortal Sword hovered casually in a corner of the void.
Gu Changqing reclined on the blade, one leg comfortably raised, the Wine God Gourd dangling from his hand as he occasionally tipped his head back for a swig.
Watching those distant Quasi-Saint Mighty Experts driven nearly mad by an illusory promise, he wore the faintest hint of a smile.
A pack of pathetic creatures with their heads clouded by desire.
*Did they really