Before them, the appalling tempest of Chaos had returned to its former state.
The Chaos Universe remained deathly silent!
Hongjun's face remained calm and unruffled as well.
The Elder of Chaos, by contrast, looked proud and self-satisfied, as though he had just displayed his heaven-shaking might.
Only Laozi and Yuanshi sank into profound silence.
Even as Sages, at that moment, a feeling they had never experienced before rose from the depths of their hearts, spread through their bodies, and refused to fade!
A chill!
Indeed!
A profound chill coursed through Laozi and Yuanshi.
There was only one reason!
Facing the raging tempest of Chaos before them, they could not help having a thought.
Their vaunted strength as Sages... would probably leave them utterly powerless to resist such destructive force.
They might even be... as feeble as ants!
Who knew how much time passed!
Only then did the blood gradually return to Laozi's face, which had gone deathly pale as though he had been struck by lightning.
He first glanced at the endless storm before him, then turned to Dao Ancestor Hongjun beside him.
"Master..."
Laozi forcibly suppressed the shock within him and spoke in a trembling voice.
"Do we... truly have to do this?"
Neither Hongjun nor the Elder of Chaos offered any response.
Laozi continued:
"Once a storm like this descends upon the Primordial World and sweeps across heaven and earth... the consequences..."
"Every living being will be reduced to ash, and the vitality of countless billions of Epochs will be utterly extinguished!"
He paused there. What followed was what he truly wanted to say.
"Even... even the Heavenly Dao Authority might... might suffer a devastating impact!"
Exactly!
That was his true concern!
Every living being facing calamity? All vitality extinguished?!
In Laozi's eyes, those things were naturally beneath