The currents of Chaos surged with savage fury, powerful enough to obliterate any being below the Quasi-Saint realm in an instant.
But to Sages, this land of destruction was as easy to traverse as level ground.
The Dao Rhythm surrounding Taiqing Laozi was in disarray, his Sage might roiling. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked utterly deranged.
He did not pause for even a moment, nor spare the palace a glance. He hurtled straight toward that ancient, unadorned palace suspended in the deepest reaches of Chaos, enduring since time immemorial!
Boom!!!
The gates of Zixiao Palace, which had remained tightly shut throughout the ages and could never be entered without the Dao Ancestor's summons, were smashed open without so much as an announcement by a wildly violent surge of Sage power, brimming with boundless venom and madness!
Savage currents of Chaos flooded inside, tearing the palace's eternal tranquility to shreds.
Countless tiny motes of Chaos dust danced madly in the light.
Taiqing Laozi staggered into the hall, his hair disheveled. Not a trace remained of the dignity and composure befitting the Profound Gate's senior brother and the leader of its teachings.
Behind him, Heavenly Venerable Yuanshi followed close at his heels. As he watched his elder brother lose control like this, worry and alarm mingled on his face in an exceedingly complicated expression.
Upon the raised dais.
The figure united with the Heavenly Dao, who seemed to have sat there since time immemorial, remained seated in silence, showing neither sorrow nor joy.
It was as though nothing in the outside world could shake him in the slightest.
Taiqing Laozi abruptly raised his head and fixed his gaze on that figure, forcing a single word from his already hoarse throat.
"Master!"
That cry brimmed with boundless grievance, unwillingness, and towering