Gu Changqing's words were slurred, steeped in drunkenness.
Anyone who heard them would likely have taken them for nothing more than the ramblings of a thoroughly drunken man.
Yet no one saw the two dazzling rays that suddenly burst from Gu Changqing's hazy eyes, carrying a soul-seizing power.
And that was not all.
Around him, strands of profound, indescribable Dao rhythm slowly spread, rising and falling!
That Dao rhythm had neither form nor substance, yet it was undeniably real.
At times, it became an endlessly rushing River of Time; at others, it wove itself into a Web of Destiny that enveloped all things.
Countless golden threads, fine as dust, emerged from nothingness and wound around his fingertips. Each tremor seemed to compose an entirely new chain of cause and effect.
Great Karma Art!
After observing Hongjun's methods of overturning heaven and earth and throwing the laws into disorder, Gu Changqing's understanding of this Supreme Great Dao began a frenzied transformation and elevation at an unprecedented speed.
He had seen it.
He had seen the essence of why that cultivator's injuries worsened after taking a pill.
He had seen the root of why living beings lost cultivation when they absorbed spiritual energy.
Everything lay in that forcibly twisted "logic."
Hongjun-or rather, that Chaos Storm-had not created new laws, but tampered with the very foundations of the world's laws of karma.
It was like a game of chess: the board remained unchanged, as did the pieces, but the rules governing the board had been forcibly rewritten.
Had Hongjun or the Elder of Chaos witnessed this scene, they would surely have been dumbstruck, unable to believe their eyes.
After all, the Elder of Chaos had to invoke his innate companion laws to summon that towering storm and shake karma.
Yet now, through his