The Hundred-Winged Tortoise-Dragon suddenly raised her head and roared, her clear, ringing voice resounding through the Void.
Ahead, darkness parted as though a World-Opening blade had swept through it, revealing a dusky yellow world.
The entire world looked like twilight enveloped in a sandstorm, everything shrouded in the colors of decay.
Directly ahead loomed a colossal creature, a dragon large enough to hold a great sun in his jaws.
The dragon was dusky yellow from head to tail, his body long and slender, covered in coarse, savage-looking yellow scales. From afar, he looked sculpted from loess.
The dragon stretched across the far edge of the sky, his body itself like a horizon.
Countless stars hovered above his body, each scale corresponding to a single star.
His head was immense. The enormous horns on either side of his crown resembled densely packed tree branches, closing inward to protect a dusky yellow sun between them.
From every angle, that dusky yellow sun looked like a great disk wreathed in faint yellow flames, like a setting sun at twilight embedded between two branching horns.
Fang Yun recognized the great disk at a glance.
The Dusk Void Sun.
And a complete Dusk Void Sun at that.
Strange, wondrous symbols occasionally surfaced on the complete Dusk Void Sun, then quickly sank back into the disk and vanished.
The Dusk Void Sun slowly rotated, making the sound of a turning millstone and warping all the time and space surrounding the dragon's body.
The dragon held his head high. There were no eyes in his sockets, only pools of dusky yellow light.
That light held no emotion whatsoever.
With every inhalation, he drew in vast quantities of turbulent time currents. With every exhalation, he expelled endless fragments of space.
The order of this entire realm seemed governed