Wangmu, citing the unknown enemy situation, had many maidens and fairies return to the Immortal Pond. Afterward, she activated a grand formation to seal off the entire Immortal Pond.
She is also a quasi-holy being who has cut off two bodies, and if precautions are taken, no one can break through the defense of the Immortal Pond unless a sage intervenes.
Wangmu held back, and by now, ten breaths of time had passed since Laneng and Zhu Long separated.
The Dragon of the Lamp stood at the Sword God Platform, his gaze deep and profound. He moved within an extremely small range, as infinite forces of time repeatedly swept through his body. This was his innate divine ability, and in terms of time manipulation, he was a hundred times more skillful than Zhao Gongming.
The Dragon of the Lamp's face was as pale as snow. The loss of his corpse a few days ago had been extremely detrimental to him. Now, he could at best be considered half a dragon, with the other half having vanished into the River of Time forever, leaving a permanent absence.
The power of time is too strong, and the lack of mental capacity has significantly reduced his control power. It's like a child wielding the "Qinglong Yan Yue" broadsword, and someone else would have gone crazy by now.
He was not enjoying it either, and had to resort to a desperate measure, shifting his future mind into the present. This barely maintained a state of basic rationality. In reality, he was lingering in the abyss of pain every day, wishing he would die.
At this moment, blood was pouring from his seven orifices. After a short two breaths, what flowed out was no longer dragon's blood, but some kind of light. These lights were colorful and extremely beautiful.
Relying on greatly expending his original source, the Dragon of the Lamp finally found an anchor point, which wasn't far from the current time - only about thirty-odd years ago.
His lips moved slightly as he was conversing with Zhufeng, who had caused chaos in the Heavenly Palace thirty years ago. (Chapter 197)
The names of the Dragons of Light and the God of Fire, Zhuolong and Zhurong, sound similar when read. This is because they had a close relationship in the extremely distant past, with Zhurong even being a temple god for Zhuolong.
Zhuolong did not immediately form and become friends with the ancestors of dragons and gods of thunder after he became a human form. He was injured by his eldest brother, the ancestor dragon, during a desperate escape. As he fled in madness, a drop of essence mixed with the earth. It was absorbed by Zhurong, who was cultivating in the depths of molten rock.
Among the Twelve Ancestor Immortals, ten of them are very close, even closer than brothers. The only exception is that Zhurong and Gonggong, two ancestor immortals, are not on good terms. The general view is that they are incompatible as water and fire, but actually, part of the root cause comes from that drop of essence from the Dragon of the Lamp.
Zhurong always felt that he was somewhat out of place among his other siblings. While he could tolerate the other ancestor immortals, he couldn't bear the fact that Gonggong, who had a particularly unfavorable relationship with him, was also one of his brothers and sisters.
At this moment, Zhuolong, who was separated from the Dragon of Fire by over thirty years, used his body to disturb heaven and earth during the rebellion, to converse with Zhurong through space and time.
"What is it?" The voice of Zhurong came through the body of the Demon Zhurong.
"Don't you want to know who is stronger between you and Gonggong?"
"Holding nonsense! Gonggong was my defeated general, and everyone, even a three-year-old infant in the primordial era knows this. He's not even my opponent!" Zhurong said with great certainty.
The Dragon of the Lamp laughed and said, "But the creatures of the Primordial Era don't say that. Gonggong shattered the Mount Buzhou, and even the sages were shocked. What have you achieved? Let me remind you, there is no Mount Buzhou left for you to smash anymore."
Zhurong was taken aback, "What do you mean? In the past, it was I who won! It was Gonggong who lost! If he had won, why would he smash the mountain? It's because he lost!"
"But the creatures of the Primordial Era do not hold this view. They believe that Gonggong is stronger than Zhurong."
Zhurong was a passionate character, and he was angry at this moment. However, since they were separated by billions of years, he couldn't unleash his full power.
The Dragon of the Lamp said, "You were enchanted at a point in time on my side. It's a pity that you still lost to Hou Tian. Now, if I were to pull your strength over here, would you dare to prove yourself and dare to crash into the Lingshao Palace?"
"Hou Tian? Just a young immortal, what's there to be afraid of?!"
In the next moment, Zhuolong used even more force of time, and Zhurong also gave his full effort. They forcibly pulled out a formidable ancestor immortal of fire from the past. Zhurong was enveloped in flames, his time very short-lived, with only one strike available. He wanted to prove to all of the Primordial Era that he was stronger than Gonggong!
Zhurong roared, and the fire qi of the Thirty-Three Heavens all converged on his body. In the next breath, he collided with the Lingshao Palace like a celestial fire meteor, fiercely and fiercely.
The Lingshao Palace was not only a place for official meetings but also had been continuously cultivated by Hou Tian over countless years, almost qualifying as an supreme-grade postnatal treasure.
Yet in the face of Zhurong's full-force attack, the Lingshao Palace collapsed instantly.
Innumerable spiritual trees turned into fragments, and all of the wood qi generated fire qi along with it, whether it be either Jia Wood or Yi Wood.
Innumerable spiritual lights were extinguished in the impact, and each light was a precise array.
Endless immortals turned to ashes in the flames, their expressions of astonishment on their faces as they watched the meteor fall. Soon after, they, too, were obliterated along with the Lingshao Palace into dust.
"Boom" roared from the heavens, spreading from the Celestial Capital to the mortal realm and underworld, finally even shaking the Blood Sea, Spirit Mountain, and other places. Numerous supreme beings ended their seclusion and walked out of their courtyards to gaze at the sky.
Hou Tian emerged from his seclusion quickly, but in the eyes of an enemy who was adept at the great way of time, his response was too slow.
He was unable to stop Zhurong from charging from the other side of time, watching as the Lingshao Palace and surrounding ten-thousand-mile area turned into a sea of fire. Except for the Yellow Pool, the entire Thirty-Three Heavenly Regions were directly punctured, and countless palaces accompanied Zhurong's earth-shattering strike, falling towards the Twenty-Second Heaven.
The power of the strike was too great, and the Twenty-Second Heaven was quickly shattered, followed by the Thirty-First Heaven.
Continuing downward, all the barriers of worlds were as flimsy as paper, of course, as they indeed were not solid. Hou Tian had only repaired the Thirty-Third Heaven, while the rest still maintained the appearance from the war between the Witches and Demons. Naturally, there was no hindrance along the way.
The impact force grew stronger and stronger. Even if Zhurong's power ran out in the Eighteenth Heaven, the final impact still caused a heap of debris, including the Lingshao Palace, to fall heavily onto the Tenth Heaven.
Here, which had been refined by Deng Chanyu, was much more solid than the rest of the realms. Therefore, it could withstand this earth-shattering strike.
Deng Chanyu, who was about to use the Green Light Two-In-One Lamp to determine yin and yang, stood there, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, looking up at the sky in a very mechanical way: ""
Deng Chanyu couldn't help but think for a moment, "What's going on? That really scared me!"
She subconsciously looked at the White Hair Old Man, who was also shocked into a state of daze at that moment. He had really never seen such a sight before.
Deng Chanyu said word by word, "Old Star Lord, if you're going to ask me to repair this, you'll have to pay more! Twenty-eight thousand heavenly merits are by no means enough!"
Not even two hundred thousand, she thought it wasn't enough.
Even with just a single glance, she knew that this was a massive undertaking. The scale was not inferior to the Heavensworth Repairing by Nuwa. This must be the largest project she had taken on since her journey across dimensions.
