The Second Battlefield Hidden Outside the Throne War, the Ultimate Duel of the Twin Thrones, and the Ancient Dragon Legion Carrying a Stardust Storm

The Dragon God Power in their bloodlines was whimpering, roaring, and above all... shivering. It was an instinctive reaction when faced with a power of the same origin but a higher order. If the Dragon God was the pinnacle of the dragon race in this world, then Nibelungen was the ultimate dragon of "destruction" and "devouring" from another cosmic system!

The Light Screen rippled, and the scene shifted to that pure white figure: the First Throne, Phanes.

[Phanes can mobilize all "Laws" established by Him in Teyvat.]

[Merging the power of the Four Authorities, He forms the Spear of Heavenly Principles made of pure "Order." Its core power is: "Anything that does not conform to Order is an 'error' and must be 'corrected'."]

"Correction..."

In the God Realm Committee, the Sea Dragon God King felt a chill shoot from his spine straight to the crown of his head.

What an overbearing, what an unreasonable power!

In His eyes, everything that did not conform to the "Order" He established was an "error" that needed to be erased. Be it life, emotions, or even matter itself.

"One wants to devour everything, the other wants to correct everything." Mad God Lei Xiang's fists creaked as he clenched them. "These two guys are simply two extremes!"

"There is no right or wrong, only positions. But their positions are contrary to those of us living in the 'Intermediate Worlds'." Chang Gongwei's face was full of bitterness.

For Phanes, were they, these foreign God Kings, perhaps also "errors" that needed to be "corrected"?

Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

Emperor Xueye slumped on his throne, sweat soaking his imperial robes. Beside him, Ning Tian, the future Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, was equally pale.

"Your Majesty... we..." Ning Tian wanted to say something, but found his throat too dry to make a sound.

Duke Dai Hao stood to the side. This iron-blooded soldier felt a sense of powerlessness that seeped into his very marrow. In the face of such power, what was a million-strong army but ants?

In Shrek City, Ning Rongrong looked up at the sky, as if she could pierce through the clouds to see the non-existent Light Screen. As a support-type deity, she felt that powerlessness most keenly. Her Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could amplify power and turn the tide of battle, but how could one amplify a world? How could one fight against a Law?

The scene on the Light Screen reached its peak at this moment.

The pure white Divine Kingdom and the pitch-black Abyssal Realm collided violently against the backdrop of the universe!

[The Throne War is an ultimate collision at the level of Laws.]

[The center point of the collision causes "existence" itself to be thoroughly erased. The battlefield presents a scene where one half is a pure, holy Divine Kingdom of Order, and the other is a pitch-black, twisted Abyssal Demon Realm, mutually eroding and devouring each other.]

[Its might possesses the terrifying power to easily erase planets millions of miles in size and shake stars.]

In the scene, a massive blue planet, far exceeding the size of Douluo Star, was merely grazed by the shockwaves of their clash. It was like a drawing wiped away by an invisible eraser—from the material level to the conceptual level, it was "cleared" away completely. There was no explosion, no dust; it simply vanished into thin air.

"Gulp."

He Caitou swallowed hard. Beside him, Bei Bei was completely unable to speak.

"Er... erasing a planet?" Xiao Xiao's voice was laced with a sob.

The Soul Spirits within Huo Yuhao's Sea of Consciousness had completely ceased their thinking, utterly stunned by this power that defied all imagination. Sky Dream Ice Silkworm had even curled himself into a ball, wishing he could remain asleep forever.

God Realm.

Rong Nianbing, Zhou Weiqing, A'Dai... every single God King saw a level of shock in each other's eyes that they had never experienced in their entire lives.

They could destroy a planet, but that was through massive energy explosions that shattered the planet into fragments.

But what the Light Screen displayed was "erasure"!

It was the "non-existence" of a planet, achieved through the Law of Causality!

This was something even a God King could not comprehend, nor could they achieve!

"What... what are we?" On Douluo Continent, an ordinary Spirit Master looked up at the sky, uttering a desperate murmur.

Indeed, what were they?

Were they merely dust... caught between two monsters capable of erasing planets?

All their struggles, all their cultivation, all their love, hate, and grudges seemed so ridiculous and insignificant in the face of such overwhelming power.

An unprecedented sense of despair spread like a plague through the hearts of everyone who knew the truth.

Within the God Realm Committee, the atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.

Before, they had been discussing how to resist Phanes and how to protect themselves.

But now, as the truth was laid bare in such a bloody fashion, they realized that they might not even qualify to be pawns. They were merely a fragile nest beneath the feet of two behemoths, liable to be crushed into powder at any moment.

Tang San slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the deep starry sky was replaced by surging, giant waves.

He did not look at the other God Kings, but kept his gaze locked firmly onto the Light Screen, locked onto that pure white and pitch black that were constantly devouring and correcting one another.

His voice was no longer steady, carrying a hint of strain he himself had not even noticed.

"This is not a matter of choosing a side."

"In the eyes of either of them, we... are 'errors' that must be cleared."

Clearing "errors"?

This term was colder and more desperate than "ants" or "dust." It meant that in the opponent's logic, their very existence was an irrationality, a line of program code that needed to be corrected. This was no longer hostility; it was a fundamental negation.

Rong Nianbing, the God of Emotion, felt his emotions spiraling out of control for the first time—a coldness mixed with anger and helplessness. Zhou Weiqing gripped Tian'er's hand tightly; the once lawless Rogue God King now wore a face of nothing but solemnity.

Just amidst this deathly silence, the scene on the Light Screen changed once again.

The ultimate battlefield, where the Pure White God Kingdom and the Abyssal Realm devoured and erased everything, saw the camera slowly pull back, revealing another equally vast theater of war.

[Beyond the main battlefield of the Throne War, a second battlefield had long since been opened.]

In the scene, a vast legion spanned the starry sky. They were diverse in form, yet every one of them radiated an ancient, noble, and powerful aura. Some had bodies as continuous as mountain ranges, where the opening and closing of their dragon scales could stir up stardust storms; others were as elegant as galaxies, each breath carrying the rhythm of creation and destruction.

Dragons! A legion composed of countless dragons!

In the God Realm, the soul of the Dragon God, split into two—the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King—trembled violently at the same time. On Douluo Continent, the Golden Dragon Spear in Tang Wulin's hand emitted a yearning hum, and Gu Yuena's Silver Dragon King bloodline boiled in response.