His words fell.
Between heaven and earth, a silence more terrifying than death descended.
It was an absolute stillness in which all things withered, and even the Great Dao ground to a halt.
Every living being, whether the Quasi-Saint Mighty Experts watching outside Kunlun Mountain or the ordinary cultivators peering at this place across endless time and space, had their minds go utterly blank at that moment.
What... had they just heard?
Shatter... the Human Sect Stele?
Countless living beings felt their primordial spirits buzzing, almost exploding on the spot.
Good lord!
Fucking good lord!
Was that something a sane person would say?!
That was the Human Sect Stele!
The foundation of the Human Sect, a symbol that bore the vast fortune of humanity, recognized by the Heavenly Dao and personally sanctioned by the Dao Ancestor!
Shatter a supreme treasure like that? Even an ordinary Sage would find it all but impossible to budge it a fraction!
More importantly, the symbolic significance of the Human Sect Stele needed no explanation.
Damaging the Human Sect Stele was practically the same as slapping Sage Laozi in the face.
Yet from the Wine Sword Immortal's lips, why did it sound as casual and insignificant as smashing a stone by the roadside?!
He's mad!
That thought sprouted wildly in the hearts of the countless trillions of living beings in the Primordial World!
The Wine Sword Immortal must have drunk too much! He's gone completely mad!
Meanwhile.
Before Kunlun Mountain.
Taiqing Laozi, who had been forcing himself to remain composed as he tried to suppress Ji Ren through doctrine and principle, was completely stunned the instant he heard those words.
His Sage Dao heart, as placid as an ancient well and unscathed by countless tribulations, surged with towering waves at that moment!
After a brief