"Holy shit?!"
The Time Dragon gasped.
Under Its utterly astonished gaze, Xu Xiao vanished along with the thorns formed from the powers of authority, leaving behind a vast blank space on the battlefield filled with demonic energy.
It kept its jaws slightly open for quite a while before finally muttering the rest of the sentence:
"Oh no, I fucking seem to have become a vessel...?"
The invisible "Traces of Time" emerged from the air and flowed into the Time Dragon's body like fish returning to the sea and swallows returning to their nests.
Its divinity, which had nearly been depleted, began to rise again, rapidly accumulating to a terrifying extent!
Its shattered godhead was restored to perfection;
the creed corresponding to the Authority of Time was fully met;
even the believers serving as anchors had been satisfied.
Immense power surged forth from the God Realm, using rules as a medium to pour into the Time Dragon's body.
Although the entire process was completely painless—indeed, indescribably exhilarating—
the Time Dragon's expression did not improve in the slightest.
It no longer had the leisure to worry about the vanished Song Siming and Eternal Night, much less the spare energy to consider where the person wearing the golden dragon-head mask had teleported Xu Xiao and Li Luo's child.
Soon, only one question filled Its mind and consumed Its thoughts—
What the hell was Black Star doing?!
Judging from everything he had done in the first half, every move he made had clearly followed fate's arrangements.
So why had things begun to slip out of control from the point where "he resurrected It" onward?
Could the "script" that guy had read possibly be different from Its own?!
Thinking this, the Time Dragon tilted Its head and glanced down at Alisa.
Seeing that the other