Chapter 229: Yinglong, You Truly Dare to Do Such a Thing!

Not only the waters of the myriad heavens, but the great earth of every heaven and earth had its underground springs gushing forth, swelling into torrential floods that drowned the land and surged toward the nine heavens.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

From the void, the waters of the Huang Quan came from the dim unknown, their waves striking ninety-nine layers—they were the waters of the Huang Quan' other shore, the waters of rebirth, ferrying people, ferrying worlds, ferrying all things and all spirits. Now they boiled, bursting out of the Huang Quan road, surging past the Bridge to the Other Shore.

Even the River of Years, the river formed by the gathering of ages, seemed in a daze to lift its spray and rise into howling waves, and there was also…

All the waters beneath the heavens, and the Huang Quan were no exception.

Hundreds of millions of terrifying, supreme waters descended with a thunderous crash, intent on overturning this void, intent on drowning every world locked in great battle.

"Dragon!!!"

Countless people screamed at the top of their lungs. Even the elders could not withstand the visual impact of the scene before their eyes, so thrilled and horrified they could not breathe, nearly suffocating, so shaken they had even forgotten how to breathe, mouths agape, wanting to speak but unable, wanting to breathe but unable to draw breath.

Professor Beishan's clouded old eyes shone as never before—one might have thought it the final rally of a dying man. He grabbed the quick-acting heart pills he always kept on him, poured a handful into his mouth, had no time for water, and swallowed the pills dry.

He was far too excited.

Because he had recognized what this change across the myriad heavens was.

It was a dragon!

Not some little western lizard, but an eastern dragon, a dragon from the myths of Huaguo.

Legend has it that when a dragon of Huaguo's myths is born, the four seas tilt, the underground waters surge upward, floods rage across the heavens, and heaven and earth alike are reduced to a land of marshes.

Exactly the same—the scene before their eyes across the myriad heavens matched the legendary birth of a dragon from Huaguo's myths: the four seas tilting, commanding all waters.

Then a dragon head of supreme brilliance and supreme majesty rose from heaven and earth, filling the eight wastes, the cosmos, the primordial wilds.

A beam of golden, noble divine light pierced through the entire age, too holy, like the first ray of light after the creation of heaven and earth, leading toward immortality and eternity.

Soaring through the sky, it was like a Shenshan spanning the ages, sitting there, pressing down upon the starry cosmos.

It was simply too vast, standing tall in the starry sky of the myriad heavens. A pair of golden vertical pupils was larger than that single world. When all the spirits of this world looked up, they saw only a pair of golden dragon pupils that solemnized heaven and earth and glorified the myriad realms, and they trembled, kneeling in worship.

The sacred wings on its back spread open, sheltering the Three thousand worlds of the myriad heavens, and even the cosmos and primordial wilds seemed pressed beneath them.

Its dragon body lay across there, steadying the past, suppressing the present, gazing down upon the future, immovable, carrying a thick aura of supremacy, peerless majesty, looking down on the primeval ages, proud above the ancient eras.

As if it could command the myriad heavens, making the infinite beings of the cosmos kowtow and worship—supreme above all.

Gods and demons lowered their heads; demon gods prostrated themselves.

"Yinglong!!!!!!"

The tongues of the world seemed to knot, all stammering, eyes bulging straight.

This was the Yinglong from Huaguo's myths.

There could be no mistake—the majestic, supreme divine being that had appeared was identical to the dragon totem of Huaguo's myths, identical to the Yinglong of the records.

The gods had returned, and the world now knew the myths, and understood even more clearly the mystery and terror of Huaguo's myths, even though they had never seen a Huaguo deity.

The forbidden zone of the gods, the forbidden land of the gods—this was now people's impression of Huaguo: a land filled with resplendent brilliance, mystery and the extraordinary.

And now, even though they were not seeing it in reality, merely seeing a Huaguo deity appear within the scenes of bygone ages, it still thrilled them, stirred them, unable to suppress the surging of their blood, the rising of their qi and blood.

They still remembered that on the day the gods returned, when Huaguo's myths were mentioned, when Yinglong was mentioned, how wary the gods had been.

Now they finally understood why the gods were wary of Yinglong.

It was too powerful; this power alone, this antiquity alone, was enough to awe the gods.

At the same time, everyone understood why the ancient emperors of Huaguo would use such a divine being as the symbol of emperorship.

Faced with such a divine being, beneath such a pressure, any movement felt like an offense—and was this not exactly what an emperor most wished to convey: inviolable, supremely majestic, supreme and great.

At this moment.

Under this atmosphere of shock and excitement.

The scene changed.

They saw only that pair of golden vertical pupils, larger than a single world, gaze toward a stretch of boundless, fathomless, vast and limitless heaven and earth, looking down from above the nine heavens.

The supreme, towering, massive dragon body stirred. Yinglong raised its dragon claw and pressed it down upon that stretch of heaven and earth.

The supreme holy light—words failed to describe such brilliance. The dragon claw was vast, incomparably grand, pressing down across swath after swath of cosmic starry sky. Between its claws great stars circled, sun and moon rose and fell, stars wound around it.

The scene was terrifying beyond compare, shaking the heart to its very core.

Boom!!

The starry sky collapsed. Countless great stars burst like hundreds of millions of fireworks. The Milky Way shattered. The void crumbled. The boundless earth, vaster than the starry sky itself, sank down. Endless dust filled heaven and earth, and swathes of cosmic starry sky were choked with漫天 dust.

Beneath a single claw, everything was gone.

A true collapse of heaven and sinking of earth, the starry sky shattering, all spirits and all things perishing.

"Yinglong, you truly dare to do such a thing!"

A heaven-raging fury.

The sovereign of heaven and earth from ancient Babylonian myths let his wrathful voice ring out. His words became law, and the cosmos, the eight wastes, burned with an endless fury that could scorch gods and demons. Great fires pierced the starry sky, burning until the void melted.

"So what if I did, so what if I didn't. The Primordial Realm has no need for trash."

The dragon's cry rang clear, piercing the myriad heavens, and the endless fury was extinguished in an instant. Yinglong, fearless and unafraid, its vast dragon might shining across ancient and modern, raised its dragon claw and pressed it down upon the sovereign of heaven and earth from ancient Babylonian myths—this was to destroy the sovereign of heaven and earth from ancient Babylonian myths just as it had destroyed that stretch of ancient Babylonian heaven and earth before.

Nothing is more insulting than contempt.

What place was this? This was the sovereign heaven and earth of ancient Babylonian myths, the dwelling place of the gods of ancient Babylonian myths—not something other heavens and earths could compare to.

Even a clay figure has three parts of fire, let alone the supreme divine being of ancient Babylonian myths, one of the four great ancient civilizations.

So, sure enough, the supreme deity of ancient Babylonian myths blew his top.

"Die!!"

A supreme deity.

From an ancient, glorious supreme divine hall, a supreme, glorious deity stepped out from his throne, step by step, as if walking out from the beginning of the ages, stepping out from the end of heaven and earth.

As he walked out, ancient divine sounds echoed through the Three thousand great universes. At the same time, a powerful, supreme aura began to erupt step by step, as if without limit, endless, as if his power had no end.

And then…

And then there was no then.

The moment that supreme, resplendent deity stepped out and the great battle reached its peak, the image shattered in an instant and vanished. Before the eyes of the world the scene returned to reality—the whole world fell silent, a single world.

The next moment, they went absolutely mad.

It's gone?

What the hell, how did it just disappear like that?! This is the crucial part!

Yinglong's great battle against the ancient Babylonian deities shows that the Hua nation's mythology ultimately joined the encirclement and suppression of the ancient Babylonian mythology, proving that the ancient Babylonian mythology was extremely powerful, possessing a great terror—several mythologies together might not even be able to defeat it, requiring the Hua nation's deities to step in.

It further proves that the wrongs committed by the ancient Babylonian mythology had enraged even the transcendent Hua nation's mythology, causing it to join the ranks of those hunting them down.

What's more! It's possible that the encirclement and slaying of the ancient Babylonian mythology was led by the Hua nation's mythology.

As long as they could keep watching the great battle, they might be able to uncover the truth of why the ancient Babylonian mythology was encircled and suppressed—but it was gone, the image vanishing at the most crucial moment.

People were all on edge.

Cursing furiously, "damn it all," the feeling was too unbearable—like following a serialized show day by day, waiting for updates, only for that damned author to suddenly cut the chapter right at the cliffhanger.

Tsukuyomi, you little punk, you schemed against us!!

Some were inwardly resentful and dissatisfied—the eye-pupil in the sky belonged to Tsukuyomi, and the image suddenly vanishing might well be because Tsukuyomi wouldn't let them see. After all, when the gods returned, this fellow had spoken with that scheming, infuriating, couldn't-care-less attitude.

Of course, this was only because the image was gone and people had no outlet for their frustration, so they could only complain toward Tsukuyomi—they understood perfectly that the image's disappearance had nothing to do with Tsukuyomi.

Because deep down they understood: the image was of a great battle within the eye-pupil world, fought with such ferocity that it was soaked in the blood of gods and demons. The resentful obsessions and lingering will of the slain gods and demons over this great battle caused that realm to retain an intense memory of it.

It was precisely because of this that, looking into the eye-pupil world and borrowing the intense memory retained by that realm, the people of the world were able to witness scenes of the past.

As for the image vanishing, it was probably because either that realm retained no memory of that moment, or that realm could not contain a battle of that magnitude, or the human body could not bear such an enormous volume of information, or…

The reasons were many, but in short they could no longer see the image now.

Just as people were going crazy with curiosity over the cause of the ancient Babylonian mythology's downfall, ripples suddenly stirred in the night sky.

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