C1495 Absolute Stillness!

The surface of the Seven-Colored Lake, vibrant with color, remained undisturbed by Zhong Chichen's departure. Loong Jie, transformed into a golden lightning bolt, continued to float placidly upon the water. It was as if he knew that the closer he stayed to the Seven-Colored Lake, the more timely assistance Zhong Chichen could provide should danger arise.

Despite his strength, Loong Jie found his only reliable support against the likes of Rovi, the third strongest in the starry sky, and the unpredictable White Bone, was the ancient ancestors of the Nagas. His faith in Zhong Chichen was absolute. Initially, he had been concerned that the ancestor, now in human form, might not understand the intricacies of the Dragon Slaying Stage and inadvertently direct conflict towards Yu Yuan. However, when Zhong Chichen descended upon the Dragon Slaying Stage, arms wide, ready to battle Rovi, Loong Jie realized the ancestor had long seen through the complexities of their situation, with even greater clarity than himself.

In a sudden gesture, the ancestor passed a piece of golden bone to Yu Yuan. At the touch, the dragon blood within Loong Jie surged in a rare frenzy. Confusion flickered in his eyes, but it vanished as swiftly as it had appeared, mirroring Yu Yuan's own realization.

Then, in an instant, the golden bone in Yu Yuan's grasp shed its outer layer of golden armor like peeling paint, revealing scales that gleamed like nail-sized dragon scales. The bone transformed into a razor-sharp dragon horn, within which a dozen delicate strands of golden lightning danced, the physical embodiment of the metal magic order. Wrapped around the golden dragon horn was a cloak of rainbow hues, shimmering with enigmatic spatial ripples, suggesting that whoever wielded this horn could traverse space in the blink of an eye.

"Huff! Huff!" The lecherous dragon, now diminished in size, gasped for air with great heaves. The pounding of his heart echoed like the drumming of a deity, painfully resonant to the ear.

"That is... that is the horn of a golden dragon!" The elegant specter within the wooden tombstone exclaimed in a voice tinged with awe and desperation.

"Golden dragon! The pinnacle of the Nagas! In ancient times, it was the sovereign that dominated the Everlands, compelling the old evilkind, the Terra Fiend, the ghosts, and all others to submit and worship!" Yuan Qingxi, Huangyin, and the headless knight all shouted in disbelief.

Rovi, mired in the temporal quagmire, witnessed Zhong Chichen's chest being ripped open, his sternum shattering. He was neither anxious nor particularly concerned. With the assistance of the God of Ghosts and White Bone, the supreme beings of the Everlands couldn't detect the activity beneath the surface, allowing him to linger indefinitely.

Zhong Chichen, however, was clearly on the brink of collapse and wouldn't last much longer. Once Zhong Chichen was reduced to nothing but a soul, devoid of his human form, he would pose no threat whatsoever. Rovi had even discreetly placed several space nodes within the time stream as part of his contingency plan.

Then, he saw Zhong Chichen produce a golden skeleton which, after Yu Yuan shattered some of its golden fragments, transformed into a dragon horn so intimidating it sent shivers down one's spine. The visible sharpness of the cosmic order within the horn was disconcerting.

Yet, Rovi wondered, why had Zhong Chichen passed this powerful object to Yu Yuan instead of wielding its might himself? He furrowed his brow in thought.

"Ah, so that's it..." Yu Yuan murmured with a low chuckle, having learned the golden dragon horn's origins through clandestine communication. In his first life, as he faced imminent death, he hastily struck a deal with the Chronowyrm. In the process of breaking the seal, he granted a Dragon Soul of the Chronowyrm its freedom.

Seizing the moment, he smuggled the golden dragon horn away from the Dragon Slaying Stage. He had concealed it within a tiny seed space he had created at the bottom of the Seven-Colored Lake, a space so well-hidden that even Rovi couldn't detect it.

The golden dragon horn, which he had stealthily removed from the head of a golden dragon, had been replaced with a decoy. His elaborate scheme was originally intended to confront a future threat—himself. However, upon discovering the dragon egg of the Titan Spinosaurus, he abruptly altered his plans and entrusted the horn to Yu Yuan.

In the instant of the exchange, Yu Yuan effortlessly erased the modifications made to the golden dragon horn. As the master of the Dragon Slaying Stage, he had refined this Divine Artifact countless times, creating a resonance between his soul mark and the remains of the dragon within. Naturally, his own essence was imprinted upon the golden dragon horn, ready for him to wield.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Beneath his feet, the Dragon Slaying Stage rippled with iridescent waves, creating a bizarre propulsive force. Yu Yuan, clutching the golden dragon horn, became one with it and suddenly lunged at Rovi.

Boom!

Simultaneously, as if to synchronize with his movement, a strange power twisted space and time, erupting violently from the Dragon Slaying Stage where Zhong Chichen and Yu Yuan had departed.

The void collapsed in an instant.

Time came to an abrupt halt.

The ultimate truths of space and time, which Zhong Chichen had mastered, were now fully unveiled.

Huangyin, Yuan Qingxi, the Terra Fiend within the wooden tombstone, the Headless Horseman, Loong Jie, Chen Liangquan—all were frozen in absolute stillness.

Their bodies, immobile.

Their souls, unable to contemplate.

Zhong Chichen, the orchestrator of this event, had also achieved complete harmony with the Way of Heaven and time, rendering him utterly motionless.

His injuries, and the backlash he should have faced, were halted entirely.

Rovi, the reigning patriarch of the Voidweavers, who was on the verge of escaping the quagmire of time, found himself immobilized as well.

Yet, as the third mightiest warrior of the vast Star River, his eyes still moved.

Remarkably, his soul remained capable of thought, assessing the situation.

But his soul and consciousness were, for the moment, unable to command his body, now stilled by the combined forces of space and time.

Thus, he could only watch as a golden stone emerged from the space rift torn open by Zhong Chichen.

The third Dragon Slaying Stage!

The most razor-sharp of them all, this Dragon Slaying Stage was drawn to the golden horn held by Yu Yuan. Summoned by Yu Yuan's call and aided by Zhong Chichen, it crossed the void from the Moonfall Sanctuary.

As soon as the Dragon Slaying Stage materialized, Yu Yuan, too, was released from his frozen state.

Crack!

The third Dragon Slaying Stage seamlessly joined with the one it was already united with.

This segment of the Dragon Slaying Stage resembled the pinnacle of a golden spear!

The segment associated with the Chronowyrm played a role in propelling time and space. The segment linked to the frost wyrm provided a chilling resilience. And the segment connected to the golden dragon transformed into a piercing edge that could cut through all of existence!

Yu Yuan, along with the golden horn he was clutching, became an integral part of this sharpness, transforming into one of the most brilliant golden lights!

With a swift puncture, the golden sharpness effortlessly pierced through dozens of spatial barriers, stabbing directly into Rovi's heart.

Immobilized, Rovi could only watch as the Dragon Slaying Stage, now condensed into a long strip, impaled his heart with its sharpest end. His blood burst forth, drenching the Dragon Slaying Stage.

Yet, he felt no pain initially.

In that moment, another entity, not fully restrained and after much hesitation, gently shook the scroll in its hand. The scroll unfurled instantly, releasing a pale, ghostly phantom imprinted with countless memories that swiftly entered his brow.

As time and space came to a standstill, the consciousness and intelligent life within the scroll seamlessly merged with him, unnoticed by all.

Zhong Chichen willingly succumbed to the halt of time and space. Rovi's focus was entirely on the Dragon Slaying Stage embedded in his chest, preoccupied with the sight of his own blood streaming out.

Yu Yuan, however, watched in astonishment as Rovi's blood seemed to be drawn by a force to the third piece of the Dragon Slaying Stage, at the junction where it met the other two pieces. The blood served as a sort of adhesive, poised to fully integrate the third piece into the whole.

From numerous space rifts, the same space magic he had experienced in the Nirvana Realm shot forth, infusing Rovi's blood and aiding in the complete mending of the Dragon Slaying Stage, so that it might once again become whole.

"The blood of a tenth-level Voidweaver possesses such wondrous properties?!" Yu Yuan exclaimed in awe.

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