That gaze, maddened with hatred and fury, pierced the endless void and fixed itself on Golden Ao Island.
Within Taiqing Laozi's Sage soul, which seemed on the verge of bursting into flames, one name churned wildly, steeped in boundless venom and murderous intent.
Gu Changqing!
Gu Changqing again!
He knew perfectly well that, on the surface, today's events amounted to the ant Ji Ren stepping on his face to attain the Dao.
But the true mastermind, the one who had toyed with all his schemes and arrangements in the palm of his hand, could only be that brat!
That damned drunkard!
He was the one who had allowed Ji Ren, a human who should have remained utterly obscure, to gather the fortune of the entire human race!
He was the one who had used some heaven-defying means Laozi still could not comprehend to protect Ji Ren's path to attaining the Dao, reducing Laozi's furious strike to nothing!
He was the one who had turned him, the esteemed eldest senior brother of the Profound Gate and Leader of the Human Sect, into the Primordial World's greatest laughingstock, condemned to infamy for ten thousand years!
That bastard acted frivolous and carefree, playing his way through the mortal world, yet behind the scenes he concealed such sinister, vicious means, capable of reaching through heaven and earth!
The more Laozi thought about it, the more the fury in his chest seethed, almost fierce enough to burn the Nine Heavens to ashes!
The vast aura of a Sage around him fluctuated wildly, tearing countless pitch-black fissures through the surrounding space and time, as though it might spiral completely out of control at any moment!
A Sage's wrath, even without deliberate intent, was enough to unleash a terror that changed the very colors of heaven and