(I'm truly sorry. There were too many matters today, and I simply couldn't write. I could only rely on assistance; I'll revise it tomorrow.)
The two giant dragons formed from Yin-Yang Qi—one black, one white—coiled and howled, their roars shaking the heavens.
With every breath from the white dragon, all things sprang to life; wherever the black dragon opened its jaws, all laws perished. These two utterly opposite yet mutually complementary powers intertwined, forming an enormous Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram that crushed down upon Luohu.
Luohu's face was deathly pale, dried blood still staining the corner of his mouth, yet the vicious gleam in his eyes only intensified.
"Thirty-Six Forms of Opening Heaven, and you dare dream of suppressing This Seat?
"When This Seat roamed the Chaos, you Sanqing had not even been born!"
With a furious roar, Luohu formed seals with both hands. Dense Chaos inscriptions emerged across the Shichen Sundial.
Every one of those inscriptions contained a trace of a Chaos Demon God's Origin aura. At this moment, Luohu ignited them all, transforming them into raging fires of time.
The fire of time was not true flame, but time made manifest.
The instant the Yin-Yang dragons collided with the fire of time, a bizarre sight unfolded—the white dragon's body began to age and decay at a visible rate. Its scales fell away, and its dragon bones weathered into dust.
The black dragon, meanwhile, was forcibly dragged into a reverse current of time. Its body shrank without cease, as though it were regressing to a state before it had even taken form.
"The power of time stands above all laws!"
Luohu laughed madly. "No matter how powerful you, Daoist Taishi, may be, you are but a grain of sand in the Time Long River. How can you contend against This