Primordial Ancient Serpent

"Is this the sound of the Dao?"

Gu Chuan immediately recognized these voices. In truth, this was the terror of a Saint—as long as someone spoke his name, he could effortlessly perceive their existence.

It was akin to tracing the threads of karma—once connected, there was nowhere to hide.

This was why, in later generations, the Prehistoric beings dared not mention a Saint's name. They understood that the moment they uttered it, the Saint would perceive them instantly, no matter the distance—there would be no secrets left.

However, these Saints were merely Prehistoric Saints, bound within the Prehistoric World. In the grand scale of the Chaos World, the Prehistoric World was but a drop in the ocean, insignificant in comparison.

If these Prehistoric Saints stepped into chaos, their ability to hear the voices of others would be greatly diminished—not only due to the sheer distance but also because the chaotic energy itself obstructed perception. Within the Prehistoric World, Saints might seem omniscient and omnipotent, but in the Chaos World, they were far from such absolute power.

Yet, Gu Chuan was different. Having mastered two hundred Dao, distance no longer held meaning. Even the barriers of chaotic energy could not stop him from hearing the voice of the Dao.

Whoever spoke of his existence would be heard. Even if he willed to listen to something specific, no force could stop him. His perception could effortlessly pierce through infinite voids.

This ability was far more terrifying than any supernatural sense.

Of course, mortals might believe that hearing countless voices at once would drive one to madness.

But that was merely a mortal's perspective.