Chapter 188

In the heavenly canopy, all was pitch black, but soon a refined, young voice sounded.

"I have come from afar, solely for a piece of history—about… the history of dragons."

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"Oh? About dragons?"

Inside the Abyssal Purgatory, Ao Guang instantly straightened his body, lifted his head, and stared unblinking at the light curtain, fearing to miss any detail about the 【Immortal】 Dragon's history.

"Big brother, these are merely the history of otherworldly dragons; what do they have to do with us?" Ao Qin beside him puzzled, every time big brother saw the light curtain mention 'dragon', he wished to use magic to slow it tenfold for careful observation.

"Hah… otherworldly dragons?" Ao Guang gave a cold chuckle twice, "You still haven't realized? The world we inhabit is merely one among billions of worlds in this cosmic galaxy; the Immortal Vessel may seem a distant otherworld to us, but to the Immortal Dragon Ancestor who governs the myriad dragon clans of the cosmic rivers, we might even be…"

"Is he a descendant of the Dragon Ancestor?" Ao Yun instantly grasped his brother's meaning and continued.

"... Hmm." Ao Guang nodded, "So I want to seek some clues about the Dragon Ancestor in the light curtain, hoping it might help us lead the Four Seas Dragon Clan out of this purgatory."

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"An old man appeared in the heavenly canopy, brush poised above the paper. A drop of thick ink fell, gradually spreading on the xuan paper."

"As for the myriad dragons' ancestor of the Heavenly Abyss, I know nothing either."

"Even before history was born, the Dragon Ancestor wandered the primordial chaos, questioning where 【existence】 lay."

"At first the paper was just a blur of chaos, then it gradually unfolded into a winding dragon spine."

"The final stroke became a coiling dragon body, ink splashing like a galaxy pouring down. The whole dragon leapt from the paper, amid surging ink waves, it had already swum into the starry sky."

"The vast universe, stars like sand. That ink dragon wound between the galaxies, its scales reflecting the light of billions of stars, now visible, now hidden."

"Finally, it coiled upon a star, its body encircling it; under the dragon's shadow, that star appeared incredibly tiny."

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The Valkyrie of the End.

"Wait?! This is a dragon?"

Odin's single eye pupil suddenly constricted; at the moment the dragon's shadow appeared, the raven 'Fuggin' also began to squawk anxiously on his shoulder, this noisy chaos made the already solemn atmosphere in the Gods' VIP lounge even more oppressive.

Odin's gaze instantly darkened.

Compared to this dragon, the 'World Serpent' Jormungandr that he once personally cast into Midgard is tiny as an earthworm.

Beneath this dragon's claws, the world they inhabit is no more than a trifle one could hold in a palm, as if a light touch could reduce it to dust.

Suddenly a golden cup crashed, breaking the deathly silence of the chamber; the gods turned toward the sound, only to see Zeus, king of the gods, his face rigid, his beard trembling:

"Hah… impossible, this is impossible… in the depths of Tartarus (Hell)… I have never seen such a monster; it must be a trick! Nothing in the light curtain is believable!"

In response to his hysterical impotent rage, only the gods' silence answered.

They all knew… everything appearing in the light curtain was truly real. And Zeus, as the supreme god ruling the world, his fear on his face only added to their unease.

"Shakyamuni, is this dragon more terrifying than the illusory mist?" Valkyrie Brunhilde whispered to the stylishly dressed man beside her.

"Bubu, this is obvious, right?" Shakyamuni bit the lollipop in his mouth, "This dragon, with just a breath, would doom not only the whole world… but even the gods in this room."

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"Upon the path, the Immortal's revelation stood firm. Then… comes the birth of us dragon descendants."

"The ink dragon coiled upon the star suddenly lifted its head, eyes blazing, whiskers trembling, as if sensing something, it soared and circled within the Star Sea."

"In an instant——"

"Dragon claws curled, tail coiled, the mighty dragon shadow that spanned the cosmos collapsed and condensed within a hair's breadth; in a moment, the myriad‑zhang dragon form retracted, leaving only a dark‑glowing ink sphere that quietly shattered."

"I once visited the world of Rayafar, encircled by five suns, where the supreme dragon sat enthroned in the star vortex, governing day and night, alternating seasons, protecting all beings of the star system."

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overlord.

"An… Anzi lord……"

Xiatiya's lovely face turned pale in an instant.

Whether from extreme fear or deeper shock, her teeth began to chatter. Beads of cold sweat rolled down her forehead, dampening the white hair at her temples. She lifted her gaze to the sky in the light curtain occupied by the giant dragon; merely glimpsing a corner, she felt her knees tremble and go weak.

She had no choice but to cling to the front railing, barely supporting her body.

Is it excitement? Having witnessed again a power greater than Lord Anzi… no, even surpassing the unreachable illusory mist, that supreme might?

Not only Lord Anzi, but even if the combined strength of all in Nazarick's underground great tomb were summed up… before these five giant dragons they would still appear tiny and pallid.

Although her sensibilities could not accept it, unwilling to admit the fact, yet her body reacted first.

... Because it was simply too much, too much, too great.

In the light curtain, the star vortex tore billions of stars into spiraling light rivers that endlessly plunged toward the center; upon this vortex, five dragon heads coiled like deities.

It seemed that if its claws merely clenched, countless worlds akin to theirs would shatter at the fingertips; shattered stars poured from between its claws, forming a glittering starfall.

This power… could it be a star god? Or perhaps it is merely a manifestation of the Immortal?

It is simply too tiny.

The phenomenon before him let Anzi intensely feel this fact, more powerful than a thousand words.

Previously, while watching the battle of the illusory mist, the guardians still needed to cast mind‑type magic to force calm, but after seeing this scene, everyone fell silent, uttering no sound.

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"Then, the refined young voice asked: 'Is the Immortal's revelation… the endurance of great power?'"

"The old man calmly said: 'Eternity confined to the individual only breeds endless‑growing malignities; this is the delusion of the Longevity Plague Calamity Ancestor.'"

"As the old man spoke, a giant dragon in the heavenly canopy opened its eyes; in those upright pupils burned the final end of countless lives—war, the hoarse cries of races exhausted—compressed into a fleeting blood‑red hue."

"Then… is the Immortal merely the continuation of bloodline?"

"The young voice continued: 'I have also been to the homeland of the Phirno people; in the land of white ash, the dying dragon's wind‑cry brought down fire‑rain, causing offspring to flourish and transform, blazing without cease.'"