They were neither from the past nor the future. The instant their names were spoken, the Dragon Gods descended upon the "present."
Past and future intertwined in rings around them. Their mere existence made the surrounding flow of time viscous and heavy.
The Four Seasons Dragon Gods had descended.
In that instant, impossible to conceal, the time flow of all Beixuan Jizhou fell into momentary disorder. There were no grand celestial phenomena, no special effects of pressure sweeping across heaven and earth, but to true experts, the brief misalignment between Huaixu's temporal flow and their own was no less shocking than a kitten spotting a cucumber behind itself.
Almost every gaze turned toward the Northern Frontier at once, yet in the very next instant, all those gazes withdrew.
Because they had seen them—four figures stepping out from the river of time.
—Hoho, all four Four Seasons Dragon Gods gathered together? Then I'm not watching. Even if I did, I wouldn't know whether it was a mirage from the past or the future.
In Southern Wilderness Hong Continent, Daoist Qingdu, who had descended in person, sensed the disturbance. He let out a long sigh, then looked at Heavenly Venerable Haoyu before him, whose face was black with displeasure, and said sternly: [Enough. There are no outsiders here, so let's stop pretending we're fighting to the death...]
[Haoyu, you know it too. If I hadn't allowed Huanhong to become Immortal Fallen, he truly would have become a Holy Demon. And when that happened, wouldn't it still be your Lianzhen Dao that suffered?]
[It hadn't reached the final step yet. Making him Immortal Fallen ahead of time was what killed him!]
Heavenly Venerable Haoyu said in a low voice. Though his attitude remained terrible, if others were to learn that the relationship between