Six Wings Folded, a Golden Dragon Coiled Around Her: Qian Yuhan Needed Two Layers of Protection Before She Dared Peek

Qian Yuhan slowly raised her head and fixed her gaze once more on the figure beyond the Chaos.

Lin Yan was still there, outside the Chaos.

And the boy in her memories seemed to reach across endless ages and overlap with the Lin Yan before her.

His outline, his aura, that presence so utterly unlike an ordinary god's.

Above all, the way the world itself responded to him.

More and more pieces fell into place in Qian Yuhan's mind.

Every hair on her body stood on end.

Terrifying.

That was the first thought that came to her.

There was no I'm a god too, so I need to stay calm, much less He probably won't do anything to me.

Those thoughts never even had a chance to form.

The images in her surviving memories were far too vivid.

No one had told her how terrifying the Creator God was.

She had "seen" the world stop at a single thought. She had "seen" billions of lives vanish from existence itself. She had "seen" an entire era come within a hair's breadth of being erased.

The next instant, she spun around and plunged deep into the sun.

She fled faster than anyone.

She did not hesitate for even a moment.

Her sudden retreat sent a brief tremor through the sun's immense will, and the vast figure that had filled the starry sky swiftly vanished.

Qian Yuhan burrowed ever deeper.

One layer was not enough. She kept going.

Almost by instinct, she searched for somewhere to hide.

Even when she was completely surrounded by stellar energy fierce enough to incinerate a divine soul, she still did not feel safe.

Those ancient mythic memories were too much for a consciousness that had only recently formed.

A world destroyed. An era erased. The End Dragon.