Some chaos demon gods were moved by the news, while others hesitated.
"Preaching in the chaos? Whether this is true or false, could it be a trap to lure us in and devour us?"
The weaker chaos demon gods harbored doubts. Deception was common in chaos—traps set to ensnare others and consume them. Given their own lack of strength, they feared falling into such a scheme. If this was a trap, they would gain nothing and instead become prey.
"It's better to stay put and not take risks. If this is a trick, we will only meet our end," some concluded, deciding not to go. Chaos City was far away, and the journey was filled with dangers. Before reaching their destination, they could be ambushed and devoured by stronger chaos demon gods.
Thus, they chose to remain where they were, advancing slowly in their own way. Many beings like them, out of fear and hesitation, abandoned opportunities within their reach—chances that could have altered their destiny. Yet, later in life, they would regret their cowardice. When they were old and powerless, they would lament the opportunities they let slip away, but by then, it would be too late.
Timidity is the mark of those without strength. Without power, one hesitates, unable to seize fate. But those with power, even if they fail, will always find another path forward.
Some chaos demon gods dismissed the event with disdain.
"How absurd! What is this so-called 'Primordial Ancient Serpent' that dares to preach in the chaos? Does it even understand the Dao?"
"We are chaos demon gods! And that creature thinks it can be our teacher? A joke! If we were to listen to its preaching, wouldn't that place us beneath it?"
"This is nothing but empty noise. Why waste our time?"
Some powerful chaos demon gods sneered. They had their own laws to comprehend, their own Magic Treasures to cultivate. For them, understanding their own Dao was enough to last a lifetime.
These chaos demon gods were born with great fortune—deep roots and innate treasures that placed them above others. Arrogant and proud, they saw no need to learn from another.
Yet, this arrogance would one day lead them into stagnation. Unwilling to accept new wisdom, they would fail to keep pace with the changing times and eventually be left behind.
Still, not all dismissed the primordial ancient serpent. Some chaos demon gods viewed it as prey, their eyes filled with malice.
"Hehehe... A being that dares to preach in chaos must possess immense strength."
"Indeed. A chaos demon god with such power—its flesh and blood must be truly delicious."
"If we devour this primordial ancient serpent, our cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds!"
"Foolish creature! To expose itself in the chaos is to invite death. Let us hunt it down and consume it."
"Even if it is strong, it cannot stand against the might of thousands. If one cannot kill it, then ten will. If ten fail, then a hundred will come. If a hundred are not enough, then a thousand, ten thousand!"
Their murderous intent spread like wildfire. Many chaos demon gods, drawn by greed, set their sights on the primordial ancient serpent and began their journey toward Chaos City.
Yet, amidst these voices of fear, arrogance, and greed, there were also those who saw an opportunity.
"A great being is preaching in chaos—this is a rare chance, an eternal opportunity!"
"I was born weak, without a companion Magic Treasure. My path has always been difficult. If this continues, I will never have hope of reaching greater heights."
"This could change everything! If I miss this, I will regret it for the rest of my life!"
"With the right method, even a weak chaos demon god can grow into a formidable force."
"But the journey to Chaos City is long and perilous. If we encounter other chaos demon gods, we may not survive."
"The path of the Dao has always been fraught with risk. To seek the Dao, one must walk the Dao."
"If I remain here, I will remain weak. And in the chaos, the weak are nothing but food for the strong."
"If staying is death, and seeking the Dao is also death—then I would rather die on the path, fighting for my future!"
"Agreed! Let us go together. At least, with numbers, we stand a better chance against the dangers ahead."
Countless weaker chaos demon gods were filled with anticipation. To them, this was a light in the darkness—a chance to break free from their fate.
The chaos was vast, filled with countless beings. Some were born with great gifts, destined to be powerful from the start. Others were weak, without treasures or guidance, struggling to survive.
And for those weak chaos demon gods, the desire to obtain the method of cultivation burned stronger than anything else.