Soul roaring, igniting an irresistible force.
With a flap of its iron wings, it soared high—
Pop.
It had just risen a few hundred feet when it burst like a bubble, effortlessly pierced.
Even the sound of destruction was so faint, as if not worthy to disturb anyone.
There were no screams, nor signs of resistance.
Only a bare skeleton fell.
Feathers drifted across the sky.
Even a mighty creature like the Gu Diao couldn't escape in front of Zhu Jiuyin.
And what of Chaos that couldn't protect the Gu Diao… what could it do?
Amidst the black feathers, Chaos, with its dog's face and bear's body, was also falling.
It always maintained a seated posture; until now, it hadn't moved.
It couldn't feel warmth or cold, nor touch the changes of the world.
Its eyes saw nothing.
Its ears heard nothing.
Its mouth actually had no voice.
It captured "expression," conveyed "informing." None through sound, only appearing as sound.
This was its "hearing" and "speaking."
