Gu Yue's End Dragon Form Exposed! Humans! Worship My Majesty!

Everyone within several thousand meters of Spirit Pagoda.

Felt a flash before their eyes, and the entire world turned upside down.

A savage land.

A primordial sky.

A young girl with six wings on her back knelt atop a shattered city wall.

"This is already the Ninth Era."

Qian Yuhan's voice was hoarse, her eyes rimmed red.

"Era after era was destroyed. We traced ancient history and struggled onward, until we finally saw a glimmer of hope for the future."

"Humanity had struggled so hard to gain wisdom, struggled so hard to build cities, to become the civilization spoken of by the gods."

"But why—why did something so terrifying appear?"

Everyone was stunned.

Was this the Angel God?

The sacred, inviolable Angel God from their ancient records?

The Sun God and Goddess of Radiance who had founded civilization and slain all evil?

Why was she so despairing?

Even in orthodox history, her successor Qian Renxue had been defeated by Sea God Tang San.

The Angel God still held an inviolable status on this continent.

Because she was the beginning of civilization, humanity's first protector.

She had led humanity out of savagery and into civilization, carving out a sliver of breathing room from the jaws of Soul Beasts.

Yet now, she knelt on the ground like the most helpless of girls, crying out to the heavens over the end of an era.

What... exactly was she facing?

The next instant, a dragon's shadow that blotted out the sky unleashed an earth-shaking roar.

Divine Technique: Heaven-Earth Mutation!

Floodwaters had already reached the city.

The city walls were collapsing.

Countless bolts of lightning intertwined overhead, weaving a net across the sky.

Natural disasters swept across the land. The apocalypse stood before them.

Everyone wore expressions of horror.

"Th-this... what level of power is this?"

"None of the God Rank beings recorded by the Federation could possibly reach this scale!"

"The history books clearly compare the combat strength of the Sea God and Angel God. Even destroying a city was a struggle for them. But a single natural disaster from this Soul Beast can affect hundreds of kilometers!"

"A war of gods... this is unquestionably a war of gods!"

An elderly Soul Master with white hair and beard clung tremblingly to the wall, his voice shaking.

"In a past unknown to us, the Angel God and the strongest expert of the Soul Beast race once fought a war that determined the survival of civilization."

"Is this the power of gods? Can the soul tool technology we have taken pride in for tens of thousands of years reach such heights?"

No one could answer him.

On the streets of Eastsea City, every passerby stood frozen in place, staring up at the apocalyptic scene in the sky.

Some collapsed to their knees, their legs giving out.

Some clutched the children beside them tightly.

Lin Yan's mouth twitched fiercely.

No.

This wasn't real history.

This was just inside my pot.

This was nothing more than a hallucination from getting poisoned after eating mushrooms.

Behind him, Gu Yue smugly raised her tail.

"Did you see that, humans! Hurry up and worship my majestic form! I shall grant you destruction without the slightest pain. Come! Face the Judgment of the End Dragon!"

Although Destiny Power had been wiped out, and she would definitely get beaten badly by that beast when she returned.

At least her illustrious reputation had finally spread.

Though she might be a little sorry to the other version of herself from this era.

But so what?

I am the World-Destroying Dragon, the World-Devouring Dragon, the End Dragon, ruler of Soul Beasts, a supreme existence beyond the Dragon God.

Am I not stronger than a Soul Beast co-ruler like you, who split away half her power and spends all day studying human emotions?

Gu Yue felt that her original self was far too narrow-minded.

Her gaze had long since been set upon the ages and spacetime beyond.

Yet the next second, the scene changed abruptly.

The natural disasters vanished.

Everything was wiped clean by an invisible hand.

The floodwaters frozen in midair, the lightning locked in the sky, the tornadoes that blocked out the sun—all vanished in an instant.

In the scene, those ancient humans suddenly raised their heads, their faces showing even greater terror than when facing the natural disasters.

They seemed to have seen something.

They sang praises to the all-knowing, all-powerful Creator.

And the Angel God in their eyes trembled violently.

"The Ninth Era... has our final chapter arrived as well?"

Everyone was stunned.

Which era?

The ninth? Why did she say the ninth?

Did that mean there had been eight eras before it?

"How is that possible—"

"Human civilization had more than one era?"

"Eight eras had already been destroyed before this?"

"What did she see? There's clearly nothing in the sky!"

Then they saw it.

In the scene, the crowd below fell one after another.

There were no external wounds.

There was no blood.

Yet their bodies began turning to dust from their fingertips.

Like weathered stone, flaking away piece by piece.

Scattering through the air.

Their souls were emptied, their consciousness erased.

As if some higher-dimensional existence had recalled them to their origin.

No one screamed. No one fled.

Because beneath the pressure of that level, every living creature's instincts were reduced to only one thing—

Return.

That utterly bizarre sight filled every observer with an irrepressible chill.

"No—"

In the scene, Qian Yuhan threw back her head and roared.

Her six wings spread wide.

Using the last of her strength, she cried out in a hoarse, anguished voice.

"Why do you want to destroy us?!"

"We have offered you the most devout and sincere faith!"

"We built civilization according to your guidance!"

"In every era, we have never ceased worshipping you!"

"We humans—are we not the most loyal believers you chose?"

"Foolish."

The voice in the sky was cold and arrogant.

It carried pity from high above.

"Before an existence of this level, your faith is meaningless."

"Only false gods like you need to rely on humanity's faith."

Her true form had already emerged.

She was no longer a dragon hundreds of meters long.

She was now a terrifying existence stretching for dozens of kilometers.

Blotting out the sky.

Almost filling the entire heavens.

"I lack nothing now."

"I am the Complete Dragon, sufficient to judge the gods!"

The world collapsed.

The oceans evaporated.

The land boiled.

Matter disintegrated.

And at that moment—

Everyone finally saw it.

The source hidden behind all that destruction.

Through a projection spanning the years.

At the end of the River of Time sat a vast, overwhelming, indescribably enormous figure.

Behind It burned light beyond every color.

It drifted above the ages.

Looking down upon the joys and sorrows of every timeline.

With only a single glance.

The souls of every observer screamed.

It was an experience beyond fear, beyond comprehension—

As though everything they were was about to be stripped from their shells.

To return to the source of that light.

To return to Its embrace.

All things returned to one.

The scene ended abruptly.

Everyone returned to reality.

Inside Spirit Pagoda's hall, there was deathly silence.

Then cries and gasps erupted one after another.

"What was that just now—"

"Did you see that final scene? What the hell was that thing?"