Qian Yuhan's Soul Screamed: The World-Destroying Dragon Actually Challenged the Creator God?! She Wanted to Slay a God-

Qian Yuhan's eyes widened.

She desperately wanted to rush forward.

To fight that figure to the death.

Just as she had in the Ninth Era.

Back then, she had drawn the Evil Sword that suppressed the seal of the previous era.

Even knowing she would die, she had still dared to strike at the dragon.

But now... she did not dare.

She realized that she did not dare.

Those who had died once feared death more than anyone else.

The scene of the Ninth Era's end was still branded deep within her soul.

The earth had shattered into countless fragments.

The oceans had evaporated into nothingness.

All matter had been collapsing.

All laws had been failing.

Her own body had turned to dust, starting from her fingertips.

Piece by piece, it had flaked away.

Scattering through the air.

That despair.

That helplessness.

That void where all things perished.

Had already been carved deep into her soul.

She did not dare experience it a second time.

Just then—

Another figure appeared on the horizon.

It was not as indescribable as the Creator God.

Yet it was another kind of horror, equally suffocating.

A dragon's shadow.

Silver-white scales burned with a cold radiance in the darkness.

Her body blotted out the heavens and covered the earth.

Stretching from hundreds of meters to hundreds of kilometers.

She nearly filled the entire sky.

Her massive dragon wings spread wide.

The shadow they cast covered the entire city.

It covered the entire continent.

The World-Devouring Dragon.

Qian Yuhan's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

It was as if an invisible hand had seized her heart in a vicious grip.

All the blood in her body surged to her head in an instant.

Then receded just as quickly.

Leaving only icy limbs and a blank mind.

The culprit behind the destruction of the Ninth Era.

The World-Destroying Dragon that she and the First-generation Sea God had joined forces against, yet failed to harm in the slightest.

The monster that had devoured the entire world's origin in the Ninth Era and swollen to an unimaginable extent.

She had actually smuggled herself into the Tenth Era as well.

"No... no... that's impossible..."

Qian Yuhan's voice trembled.

She clearly remembered that, when the Ninth Era ended, the Creator God had personally erased everything.

The torrent of time had flowed backward.

The world had been completely reset.

All existence had been erased at its root.

Why was this dragon still alive?

Why had she appeared in the Tenth Era?

They old Ancient Gods had been able to reincarnate because of the will of the gods.

But what about this dragon?

Why could she reincarnate too?

"Could it be... this dragon has become a piece on the gods' chessboard too?"

The moment Qian Yuhan finished speaking—

The dragon raised her head.

Not in submission to the Creator God.

Not to beg the Creator God for mercy.

But—to challenge Him.

"ROAR—!!!"

A dragon's roar shook the world.

The sound became a tangible shockwave.

Carrying overwhelming Dragon Might.

It swept outward in every direction like a sphere.

Cracks appeared in the temple's pillars.

Broken stones rained down from the dome.

They smashed into the kneeling believers.

Yet they did not even dare dodge.

Countless believers clutched their ears and collapsed to the ground in agony.

Blood streamed from their mouths and noses.

Dense Dragon Might filled the heavens.

It pressed down on everyone until even breathing became a luxury.

They collapsed to their knees beyond their control.

No, they had not knelt—they had been crushed down.

Their foreheads were pinned tightly to the ground beneath the crushing Dragon Might.

Every bone in their bodies trembled.

Qian Yuhan's mind went blank.

What had she just seen?

That dragon... that World-Destroying Dragon that had destroyed the Ninth Era...

Was actually launching a divine war against the Creator God?

Godslaying.

Those two words struck her mind like twin bolts of lightning.

"Has she gone mad..."

Her lips trembled, and her pupils shook violently.

"Have you gone mad? That is the Creator God! You have no idea what you are facing!"

She had witnessed the terror of that figure with her own eyes in the Ninth Era.

A single glance had frozen the disaster that engulfed the entire world.

That power.

That level.

That absolute suppression beyond every dimension.

How could this dragon possibly not know?

She had experienced it firsthand!

She knew better than Qian Yuhan just how terrifying that figure was!

Yet even as that thought surged through her mind—

An irrepressible, feverish excitement erupted from the depths of her soul.

Kill Him.

Kill Him!

The great deed of godslaying was right before her eyes.

If this dragon could truly do it—

She did not even need to truly kill Him.

Even if she merely wounded that figure.

Even if she forced Him back by a single step.

That would prove that gods were not invincible.

That would prove that humanity no longer needed to live beneath the Creator God's shadow.

The eras would no longer end.

Civilizations would no longer be erased.

Her believers would no longer turn to dust.

She hated her own powerlessness.

She hated herself for being such a weak, insignificant being.

Before the terror of the supreme god, she could not even summon the thought of resistance.

She could only kneel on the ground.

And place her hopes on an evil dragon that had once destroyed humanity.

How laughable.

How tragic.

Meanwhile, above the nine heavens.

Gu Yue looked at the shocked, terrified, horrified expressions of those ants below, and she could not have felt more pleased with herself.

Then she turned around and winked at the vast, boundless giant phantom beside her.

"Come on, do me a favor!"

She muttered softly.

Her voice traveled through spiritual power, carrying a hint of coquettishness.

Lin Yan looked down at her expressionlessly.

"Why are you making such a huge spectacle out of this?"

His voice came through spiritual power, carrying a trace of speechless disbelief.

"Just casually make a Soul Ring. Why make it look like the end of the world?"

"How could that do!"

Gu Yue puffed out her chest righteously.

Her silver scales glittered in the darkness.

"You're the Creator God! Your entrance has to have style! Besides, if we don't give these ants a little shock, how will they know how great you are?"

"...Do you just want to show off?"

"Absolutely not!"

Gu Yue denied it immediately. Her expression was solemn and righteous, but her tail wagged even faster.

Lin Yan did not expose her any further.

He lowered his head and looked at the world below.

The entire world trembled beneath his gaze.

This was not the first time he had seen such a scene.

When the previous eras had ended, the scenes before the world's destruction had been exactly the same as they were now.

The earth cracked, and the oceans boiled.

Countless lives knelt in despair, praying.

Only, this world was stronger than those of the previous eras.

After Gu Yue's frantic theft of supplies over the past few days.

This Microscopic World had expanded until it was no weaker than a basketball court.

The ocean was more than three meters deep.

The sky was high enough to form convection clouds.

It was no longer that bathtub-sized Small World inside a pot.

If he wanted to destroy the world again, it really was not as convenient as before.

After all, it had once all been inside that single pot.

With a casual burst of Soul Power, he could crush those little fungi to death.

Now that it had grown so large, it truly would not be easy for him to destroy the world all at once.

Though he felt a little uneasy, he should first obtain the Soul Ring and increase his strength.

"Let's hurry up," he said.