Qian Yuhan's Soul Screams: The World-Destroying Dragon Actually Declares War on the Creator God?! She Wants 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 Epoch.

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

Even knowing she would die, she had still dared to swing that sword at the giant dragon.

But now... she did not dare.

She realized that she did not dare.

Those who had died once feared death more than anyone.

The scenes of the Ninth Epoch's end were still branded deep into 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.

Flaking away piece by piece.

Drifting through the air.

That despair.

That helplessness.

That void where all things perished.

It had already been carved into the depths of 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 terror, equally suffocating.

A dragon's silhouette.

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

Her body blotted out the sky and sun.

Stretching from hundreds of meters to hundreds of kilometers.

She nearly filled the entire sky.

Her enormous dragon wings spread open.

The shadows they cast covered the entire city.

Covered the entire continent.

The World-Devouring Dragon.

Qian Yuhan's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

Her heart seemed to be ruthlessly clenched by an invisible hand.

All her blood rushed to her head in an instant.

Then receded just as quickly.

Leaving only icy limbs and a blank mind.

The culprit behind the Ninth Epoch's destruction.

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 origin of the entire world in the Ninth Epoch, swelling to an unimaginable extent.

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

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

Qian Yuhan's voice trembled.

She clearly remembered that, at the end of the Ninth Epoch, the Creator God had personally erased everything.

The torrent of time had flowed backward.

The world had been completely reset.

All existence had been eradicated from its very roots.

Why was this dragon still alive?

Why had she appeared in the Tenth Epoch?

Ancient gods from the old days like them could reincarnate because of the gods' will.

But what about this dragon?

Why could she reincarnate too?

"Could it be... that this dragon has also become a pawn of the gods?"

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 roar that 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 colonnades.

Rubble showered down from the dome.

Striking the kneeling believers.

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.

The pressure made even breathing a luxury for everyone.

They fell to their knees uncontrollably.

No, they had not fallen to their knees—they had been crushed down.

Their foreheads were pressed firmly against the ground by 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 Epoch...

Was actually launching a divine war against the Creator God?

Godslaying.

The two words struck her mind like twin bolts of lightning, one after the other.

"Has she gone mad..."

Her lips trembled, and her pupils shook violently.

"Have you gone mad? That's the Creator God! You have no idea what you're facing!"

She had personally witnessed the horror of that figure in the Ninth Epoch.

A single glance had frozen the calamity engulfing the entire world.

That kind of power.

That level of existence.

That absolute suppression beyond all dimensions.

How could this dragon not know?

She had experienced it herself!

She understood more clearly than Qian Yuhan just how terrifying that figure was!

Yet as that thought churned in her mind—

A suppressed, morbid excitement burst forth from the depths of her soul.

Kill Him.

Kill Him!

The great undertaking of godslaying was right before her eyes.

If this dragon could truly accomplish it—

She did not even need to truly kill Him.

Even if she only injured that figure.

Even if she only forced Him to take one step back.

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 epochs would no longer end.

Civilizations would no longer be erased.

Her believers would no longer turn to ash.

She hated her own helplessness.

Hated herself for being such a weak, insignificant existence.

Before the terror of the Supreme God, she could not even muster 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 been more pleased with herself.

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

"Come on, do me a favor, do me a favor!"

She muttered softly.

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

Lin Yan expressionlessly lowered his head and glanced at her.

"Why did you make such a huge spectacle out of this?"

His voice came through spiritual power, with a trace of speechlessness in his tone.

"Just make any old soul ring. You made it look like the end of the world."

"How could that do!"

Gu Yue puffed out her chest righteously.

Her silver scales gleamed in the darkness.

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

"...Did you just want to indulge in showing off?"

"Absolutely not!"

Gu Yue denied it without hesitation, her expression stern and righteous, though her tail wagged even faster.

Lin Yan did not expose her again.

He lowered his head to look 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 epochs had ended, the scenes before the world's destruction had been exactly the same as they were now.

The earth cracked apart, and the oceans boiled.

Countless lives knelt in despair, praying.

Only this world was stronger than any of the previous epochs.

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

This microscopic world had expanded until it was no smaller than a basketball court.

The ocean was over three meters deep.

The sky was high enough for convective clouds to form.

It was no longer that bathtub-sized little world in the pot.

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

After all, it had been inside a single pot back then.

A casual burst of soul power would have been enough to crush those little fungi to death.

Now that it had become this large, it truly would not be easy for him to destroy the world in one go.

Although he was feeling a little uneasy, he should get the soul ring first and increase his strength.

"Let's hurry up," he said.