Meeting of Two Dragons

Golden light shot into the sky from within his body.

The light burst from Tang Wulin's chest and spread through his meridians to his limbs, wrapping his entire body in a cocoon of dark golden light.

The power of the laws shattered completely at that moment. All the frozen, immovable barriers around him that had been suppressing the Golden Dragon King cracked apart.

The air began to flow again, wind filled his lungs once more, and his fingers could move again.

The Golden Dragon King, his eyes filled with savage violence, was forced back.

He slid several meters backward, his wings raised before him. The dark red membranes still bore the aftershocks of that golden strike, with scraps along their edges curling and peeling away.

Tang Wulin looked at the figure before him.

It was the weak Golden Dragon King who had just emerged from within him and returned with him.

The figure stood before him with his back turned. His build was similar to that of the Golden Dragon King who had just broken free from the seal, but his outline was fainter, its edges covered in a layer of slowly fading light.

That layer of light was so thin that the wall and rubble behind him could be seen through it. It was as though someone had cut out his shape from a sheet of paper soaked through with water and pasted it there.

Dragons had extraordinarily long lifespans, and this one was even a Rank-One Deity. Yet at this moment, the only thing his body radiated was exhaustion.

"You are... this King from the future." The young Golden Dragon King watched him, something churning in his crimson vertical pupils that he was forcing down.

His gaze moved from the phantom's face to his chest, then back to