Indeed.
At that moment, for no apparent reason, the countless living beings sinking and struggling in despair throughout the Primordial World placed their last, elusive thread of hope in the same direction.
Golden Ao Island!
More precisely, they placed it in the figure who had worked miracles time and again, overturning everything they thought they knew.
The Wine Sword Immortal!
Yes!
Perhaps... only the Wine Sword Immortal could turn all of this around!
After all, through the countless epochs since time immemorial, he alone had made the lofty Profound Gate and Hongjun, who wielded the Heavenly Dao, suffer defeat after defeat!
Countless gazes filled with anticipation, pleading, and even desperate supplication crossed endless space and time, converging firmly on the immortal island that flickered in and out of view amid the Chaos Storm.
Time became unbearably long.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Ten breaths.
A long while passed.
Golden Ao Island remained deathly still.
There was no vast sword qi piercing heaven and earth as they had hoped.
There was no supreme formation diagram capable of sheltering all living beings.
Not even the faintest trace of a mighty cultivator's aura leaked out.
That figure clad in robes whiter than snow never appeared.
Silence.
Deathly silence.
This silence was more terrifying than the world-destroying torrent of chaos. Like an invisible hand, it gripped every living being's heart tightly, then... slowly crushed it.
The feeble flame of hope that had just kindled within them was utterly snuffed out.
"How could this happen?"
"Could... could the Wine Sword Immortal have given up too? Is he no longer going to intervene?"
"Well... rather than saying he has given up, perhaps even the Wine Sword Immortal is powerless."
Gradually, they seemed to accept this scalp-tingling truth.
Yes!
The Wine Sword Immortal might stand unrivaled across all