For the first time, a tremor crept into the Elder of Chaos's will.
As the foremost Chaos Demon God, he had been born in Chaos and wielded the Great Dao of Chaos.
Yet he could not comprehend a single one of the laws before him!
Their very existence was an act of... usurpation against the Great Dao of Chaos!
No!
More precisely, although the Elder of Chaos could not fathom their mysteries...
Somehow... they also gave him a sense of familiarity.
In an instant, the Elder of Chaos was certain that those laws and order were true laws of the Great Dao, standing on the same level as his own chaos laws.
Just then.
The figure who made his heart tremble slowly opened his eyes.
Those faintly drunken eyes pierced endless space-time and settled precisely upon the deepest reaches of the Chaos Storm, upon the very source of the Elder of Chaos's will.
Then, a calm voice, heavy with the scent of wine yet perfectly clear, resounded throughout the shattered Primordial World.
"Is that all?"
Is that all?
Those few words carried no supernatural power, yet they struck straight at the heart.
At that moment, the Elder of Chaos's supreme will faltered as never before.
Then came uncontrollable distortion and fury!
Contempt!
What utterly naked contempt!
He was a Chaos Demon God of the Great Dao from ages past, the source of all Daos, a supreme existence who stood above the Heavenly Dao!
In all the endless ages since his birth, no living being had ever dared speak to him with such an attitude!
"You bastard! You deserve to die!"
The Elder of Chaos ground out those words through clenched teeth, hatred and rage mingling within him.
The next instant, his towering fury drove him into an utter frenzy.
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