Gu Yue: "A Starving, Desperate Creator God Is Capable of Anything! I Have to Feed Him!"

After passing through the dark tunnel, Gu Yue entered the deepest realm of Lin Yan's soul.

She saw it.

An endless void.

No boundaries, no matter, no direction.

There was only darkness and silence.

Pure, fundamental nothingness.

Like the absolute stillness before the birth of the universe.

Even time itself had yet to begin flowing.

Here, she was restrained.

Her thoughts could still turn, but her consciousness itself seemed nailed fast within this void.

Then, a river emerged beneath her.

Its surface flowed soundlessly.

Countless fragments churned within its waters.

They were time, causality, the birth and destruction of countless eras.

Gu Yue abruptly raised her head.

At the river's end, at the ultimate terminus of that river of time, sat a figure.

It sat upright at the end of time.

Past and future lay beneath its feet.

Its form transcended every color and concept.

Only the simplest outline of a human shape remained.

It had no features, no expression.

But Gu Yue knew—

It was looking at her.

With only one glance.

Gu Yue's consciousness felt as though it had been seized by an invisible hand.

From the deepest level of her soul, it was brutally crushed, ground apart, and torn to shreds.

All her malicious thoughts, schemes, and killing intent were stripped away in that instant.

"Ah—!"

Gu Yue let out a shrill scream.

Her consciousness was violently flung away by an irresistible force.

Hurled from the depths of the sea of consciousness all the way back to reality.

When Lin Yan opened his eyes, he saw Gu Yue sprawled on the floor.

Her limbs had gone limp.

She clutched her head and trembled violently.

All her scales stood on end, her tail curled beneath her, while broken whimpers escaped her mouth.

"Did it fail?"

Lin Yan frowned. Just as he was about to stand, a powerful wave of dizziness surged from the depths of his mind.

He swayed, barely forcing himself not to collapse.

Gu Yue clutched her forehead in agony.

She understood.

At last, she understood.

Why the entire world had trembled when that figure appeared within the crack in the sky.

Why she had felt an uncontrollable terror rising from the depths of her genes.

Because the person before her—no, this being—was not some "down-and-out god" at all.

It was the God of Time, the Creator God.

In theory, once the God of Time and Space attained the Dao,

then its past and future selves would have already attained the Dao as well.

Its authority was time—past and future, eternally realized.

To this world, it had long since become a supreme existence.

Seated upon a throne at the end of ages, it looked down upon every joy and sorrow across all timelines.

And the youth currently eating mushrooms, going hungry, and getting expelled from school was merely a shadow it had cast into this era.

An incarnation meant to experience the mortal world.

And she—this foolish, arrogant, self-righteous idiot of a dragon.

She had actually tried to make a move against him in the sea of consciousness just now.

The more Gu Yue thought about it, the more terrified she became. Her whole body shook like a sieve.

If she had truly harbored even the slightest malicious intent, that single glance would have been enough to erase her completely from every timeline.

She raised her head and looked at Lin Yan's pale face.

The youth was clutching his forehead, brows tightly furrowed, his lips utterly bloodless.

Clearly, that mental clash had drained him greatly as well.

Gu Yue climbed up from the floor, though her limbs were still a little weak.

But she gritted her teeth and staggered toward Lin Yan.

She reached his feet, lowered her head, and rubbed it against his calf.

Like a kitten that had done something wrong trying to curry favor with its owner.

Then she looked up and let out a soft, gentle—

"Ang."

Coquettishness.

Divine skill · Silver Dragon's Coquettishness.

No human could remain unmoved before this king's coquettishness.

If Di Tian were here, his faith would probably collapse on the spot.

The Silver Dragon King, majestic as a prison and cold as frost.

Was now rubbing herself against a human's leg like a house cat begging to have its head petted.

Lin Yan glanced down at her.

He truly had no spare strength to figure out what was going through this stupid dragon's mind.

He merely reached out and casually rubbed her head.

Then he stood up, staggered to the bed, and collapsed onto it headfirst.

The bedframe let out a dull thud.

A few breaths later, steady breathing sounded.

Gu Yue crouched beside the bed, watching the sleeping Lin Yan in silence for a long time.

Then she sighed and turned toward the pot that was still steaming.

The broth had turned a thick milky white.

The mushrooms had been stewed to mush.

The air was filled with a rich mushroom aroma.

Gu Yue swallowed, and a loud growl came from her stomach.

Having reverted to her juvenile form, she was at an age where she needed a great deal of nourishment.

And this pot of soup—she had just used elemental purification to break down all the toxins, then infused it with seven-colored elemental radiance, expending a huge amount of divine power.

This pot of soup was now no less potent than some immortal-grade medicinal herbs.

If placed in an auction house on Douluo Continent, it could fetch an astronomical price.

She looked back at Lin Yan and made sure he was completely asleep.

"Since you're not drinking it, it's all mine."

Gu Yue licked her lips and plunged headfirst into the pot.

Opening her mouth, she began gulping it down.

At first, she was so full that it hurt—the energy contained in the soup was far too concentrated.

But as the Silver Dragon King, digestion was carved into her instincts.

Very quickly, her body began madly absorbing the energy in the broth.

By the time she crawled out of the pot, her entire body had grown a size larger.

She lay sprawled on the stove for a long while, panting, then slowly crawled over to the mirror.

A silver-white dragon was reflected in it.

Though she was still round and plump, her body had clearly grown much larger.

From head to tail, she was nearly forty centimeters long.

Roughly the size of an adult cat.

The luster of her scales had also become brighter, with faint seven-colored patterns flowing across their silver-white base.

Gu Yue nodded in satisfaction and licked the soup from her claws.

But the next second, she froze.

She looked at her reflection—silver-white, with crystalline scales, flesh that looked tender and juicy, and a mushroom soup fragrance lingering around her—

Wait.

Didn't I look a little too... delicious?

She remembered the look in Lin Yan's eyes earlier.

She knew that look all too well—it was the same look a starving wolf had when it saw meat.

If her scales had not been hard enough to withstand an hour in boiling water without cooking through, she would have long since become a dish.

But now, things were different.

She might have grown bigger.

But what if that guy came to his senses?

What if he remembered that dragon meat could be deboned and sliced, scales could be peeled off and sold separately, and bones could be used to make rich broth?

He was a Creator God, but he was also a Creator God driven mad by poverty and hunger.

What wouldn't someone starving out of their mind do?

The more Gu Yue thought about it, the more panicked she became. Cold sweat seeped through the gaps in her scales.

She had to do something.

Gu Yue's brain once again began operating at full capacity.

Then an idea flashed through her mind.

Feed him.

She had to feed that beast.