C1706 The Punishment
The Secular Bird Queen drew back the beaded curtain that veiled her face and watched serenely as the Colorful Divine Dragon wailed in distress. She observed the thick divine lightning that ensnared the deceitful Spacetime Dragon in its unyielding grip.
"It seems he must be the one to tame you," Chen Qinghuang said, her lips curving into an elegant, mocking smile.
The power of the cosmos surged around her, as if directed by the hand of a deity, forcefully converging upon her standing position. At her heart, where the essence of her bloodline was branded with the laws of the Disaster Snake, the venomous principles of the snake melded with her own, accelerating suddenly. A look of surprise and wonder flickered through her deep eyes. She was taken aback.
To her astonishment, the young beast's dominion over this world and its sway over the energies of the Gray Domain could indeed be stripped away. The Hannya Divine Tree, rooted in the Muddy Divine Soil, had braced itself for destruction, for it to be shattered and consumed by the voracious young beast.
The tree was well aware of the Spinosaurus and the Titan's ferocity, the inherent nature of the previous era's ruler. Yet, it had not anticipated this twist of fate, this reversal of a seemingly hopeless situation. Who could be responsible?
A spectral image of a Spirit Succubus emerged from the verdant trunk of the tree, its curiosity piqued as it observed the Colorful Divine Dragon bleeding out into the cosmos. The Golden Giant Dragon, now a statue-like figure, was adorned with dazzling golden scales etched with the laws of nature's gold, yet restrained by numerous mysterious chains. Each chain exuded an essence designed to imprison the Nagas, as if their very creation was destined for this purpose.
Despite the chains, the Golden Giant Dragon's body remained intact, though the agony in his sun-like golden eyes spoke of a soul under siege.
With a whoosh, a tall figure emerged with composure from the thrashing head of the Colorful Divine Dragon. The appearance of this figure seemed to trigger a flood of memories within the agonized dragon—memories of millennia spent under the lash, subjected to humiliation and abuse.
The once resplendent Space-time Dragon, its internal forces of time and space brought to a standstill, felt the resurgence of the power that had long oppressed the Nagas. In the presence of this ancient might, it found itself unexpectedly subdued.
At that moment, he lacked the strength to revert to his normal state, his human form trapped in a colorful, glass-like stasis.
"He's truly a schemer."
Perched atop the head of the Colorful Divine Dragon, Yu Yuan gazed at the Space-time Dragon that was gradually settling down, the persistent eruption of colorful blood light, and the dragon scales that continued to fracture.
Yu Yuan's hands suddenly stretched out to either side, pressing down on two objects.
They were the dragon's seven-colored horns.
Resembling crystal pillars, one horn concealed the power of space, the other the power of time, both embodying the quintessence of the Great Dao that Zhong Chichen had dedicated tens of thousands of years to mastering.
But as Yu Yuan's hands, like crazed vines, touched the horns, Zhong Chichen felt as though he had been struck a heavy blow.
The horns, akin to seven-colored crystal pillars, had become the Totem Pillars of the Nagas. The Bloodline Crystal Chains etched within, the deep secrets of the Great Dao, seemed on the verge of being stripped away.
A tremendous fear welled up in Zhong Chichen's heart.
For tens of thousands of years, even the most formidable Dragon Slayers could only shatter his horns, unable to destroy his foundational Great Dao.
If only he could awaken, exist in any form, he would reclaim his Spacetime Dao Law, and once again, he would elevate it to its former glory.
But now, with the transformative cleansing of the "Origin Blood," the mysterious Yang God within Yu Yuan's chest had the power to usurp his Spacetime Dao Law.
Yu Yuan could strip the Spacetime Intent from within the horns and melt away the Bloodline Crystal Chains in his heart, all without the need to shatter the horns.
"Oh, and you."
Yu Yuan turned to Loong Jie with a wry smile.
With a whoosh, his Yin God soared out, penetrating Loong Jie's soul sea through the center of his two dragon horns on the forehead of the Golden Giant Dragon. It stood amidst a colossal dragon talisman.
Within the talisman, Loong Jie's golden dragon soul was tightly ensnared by a sharp, intricate net. The dragon soul transformed into a golden fluid, meticulously segmented.
The moment Yu Yuan's Yin God materialized within the golden dragon soul, the dragon talisman, which had been ceaselessly drawing strength from the dragon soul and had the potential for boundless growth, fell under his command.
Loong Jie howled defiantly, refusing to kneel or plead for Yu Yuan's forgiveness.
His dragon roars echoed repeatedly, a testament to his and the Nagas' eternal loyalty to the young beast, not to Yu Yuan of the Boundless Human Race.
"Very well! Both of you are quite defiant, only obeying him," Yu Yuan's Yin God sneered within Loong Jie's soul. "Watch closely!"
With a whoosh, another figure emerged from his true form—his Yang God. Radiant and crystal clear, this extraordinary Yang God appeared directly within the torn space, observing the two massive, sun-like, purple-gold orbs.
The young beast, previously concealed in another world and now larger than both the Colorful Divine Dragon and the Golden Dragon, was at last compelled to show itself. The murky grays and dense fogs that shrouded its background swiftly dissipated.
Covered in purple-gold scales and as resilient as gold metal, the young beast's body pulsed with immense blood energy. It possessed a pair of broad and sharp wings akin to those of the Secular Bird. These wings were the hallmark of the Titan spinosaurus, absent in both the Space-time Dragon and the Golden Giant Dragon.
Atop the vast wings, bloodlines shimmered with divine light, the legacy of the ancient spinosaurus. Within these bloodlines, star fragments seemed to intermingle, bursting forth in a blinding brilliance.
Yet, Yu Yuan laughed softly, "Your hatching, survival until now, and arrival in the Gray Domain were all my doing. Do you think you can seek great freedom in the Gray Domain and grow at any cost without my consent?"
"I haven't given my approval, yet you dare to be so reckless? Now, you'll learn the price of your actions."
With a thunderous boom, Yu Yuan's Yang God transformed into a primitive form resembling stalactites. Within the prismatic crystals that hung down, myriad divine bloodline energies surfaced, encompassing the secret arts of numerous foreign races and exuding the essence of life's primal source.
His Yang God exerted a natural dominance over the intricate bloodlines etched into the young dragon's wings!
"The heart of the giant beast that belonged to your ancient ancestor was once akin to my Yang God form, possessing the complete truth of life. But you, you have only been granted a fraction of that power," Yu Yuan said with a smile.
In a realm invisible to the onlookers, the laws of Heaven and Earth, remnants from the ancient era of the Great Flood, soared from the Dragon Slash Platform to the Main Planet where the young dragon lay hidden.
This Main Planet, the grandest legacy of the ancient Titan spinosaurus, also served as its lair within the Gray Domain.
This fabled, enigmatic Main Planet was also an essential component in the ambitious project to forge a new Boundless Realm!
The young dragon let out a ferocious roar, its vast purple-golden eyes betraying a sense of madness and struggle.
Its dragon wings, broad as the land itself, were adorned with bloodlines that burst forth with terrifying energy, only to be immediately subdued by Yu Yuan's Yang God, as if they were stalactites hanging in reverse.
Its bloodline abilities, on the cusp of full manifestation, would inexplicably shatter and sever.
In the presence of Yu Yuan's Yang God, the creature, which should have been more formidable, suffered a natural check—just like Zhong Chichen and Loong Jie!
It could break free from the Dragon Soul Curse, but not from Yu Yuan's Yang God.
For it was Yu Yuan's Yang God that had sparked the flame of life within the dragon egg, enabling its current achievements.
In the hierarchy of life force, Yu Yuan's Yang God was its progenitor, its very origin!
In a sense, it could be considered another vast expanse of nothingness!
"So you're telling me... you knew that the Gray Domain was the chosen site for the new Boundless Realm? And you were aware that I would eventually come here, destined to engulf the Gray Domain and strip it of your ancestor's remnants?" Yu Yuan's Yin God and Yang God, from their respective realms, were both fixated on the young beast trapped in the crevice.
The young beast conceded with a mournful howl.
"You have another kin. Even though the birth of the new Boundless Realm necessitates the demise of one, I could spare your life. You frantically leap and bound, summoning the Nagas to wreak havoc—do you truly believe the Demon Phoenix can best me?" Yu Yuan's face was somber, his every utterance resonating with the thunderous echoes of the Dao.
The Gray Domain appeared to be contaminated by the realm within the Dragon Slash Platform, almost as if it were on the verge of becoming his territory.
