Chapter 209: Disaster Is About to Descend

"This... this is the power of the Father God?"

At this moment, the Primordial Dragon witnessed such a terrifying scene firsthand, and was so startled that it could not speak for half a long while, able only to stare blankly at the sight.

Could this be the true might of the world authority the Father God had entrusted to it?

Would there come a day in the future when it too could personally unleash such tremendous power?

For a time, the Primordial Dragon stared blankly at the scene, falling into silence.

If anyone knew just how terrifying the force of this power truly was—

it would be none other than the Primordial Dragon, for it was positioned at the very epicenter of the entire explosion, and thanks to the protection of that inner layer of sturdy barrier, it had watched the entire process up close in perfect safety, completely unscathed.

It saw—

It saw that black-robed existence, faced with this terrifying sight, first being pressed down to its knees by the extremely compressed air, utterly unable to rise.

Then, before the dense crimson swept over, it could only curl up into a ball, muttering something inaudible, as if trying to cling to life.

It also saw that, at the final moment, the colossal human weapon that had been kneeling powerlessly on the ground suddenly raised its head, and after a violent burst of flickering—

it abruptly heaved up its massive frame, came to the side of the human who had been unconscious all along, directly used its enormous palm to shield that person against its chest, then knelt and curled up, using its huge body to bear the full brunt of the force.

However, in the end, all of this was utterly futile.

Before such terrifying power, the only thing awaiting them was destruction—everything was in vain!

Of course, during this entire process, the seemingly endless chains that had bound the Primordial Dragon were also snapped clean through, leaving only a few whose one end still pierced through the Primordial Dragon's body.

And once the chains were gone, the Primordial Dragon also felt its power beginning to slowly recover.

At this, it directly pulled out the dragon spear that had pierced through its entire chest, and with a casual toss, flung that spear—stained with countless drops of its own Dragon Blood—into a bottomless Luli Shenkeng within the already utterly transformed Yanjang Zhidi.

And this deep pit was precisely the place that had just been sealed off by the transparent Cage.

It could be said that the Yanjang Zhidi of now had completely become a bottomless circular Luli pit, and at the center of this pit stood a tall, slender jet-black stone pillar—the place that had been protected by the inner barrier.

The moment the dragon spear was pulled free, the Primordial Dragon gradually felt a thick drowsiness welling up from within its body; this was because its frame had reached its very limit, and with the external obstruction of the dragon spear gone, it was about to enter slumber to heal.

Successive tremendous upheavals had already pushed the Primordial Dragon's spiritual force to its limit; without the control and transformation of spiritual force, the Regeneration within its body also began to slow.

Under such circumstances, unless Baichuan came in person, the only thing awaiting the Primordial Dragon was entering slumber to recover.

At this point, in this entire tremendous event, the chief protagonist had fallen into slumber, and this stretch of Luli Shenkeng had completely sunk into stillness.

Boundless Light Point energy began to spontaneously flow into the slumbering Primordial Dragon's body—this was all the energy that had not been consumed by that earlier attack.

Yet, at this moment, the outside world had only just begun to undergo upheaval because of this tremendous change.

One must remember that those fireballs that had spewed high into the sky like falling meteors would not simply vanish.

At the same time, the Middle City of Tiandu.

At this moment, a large group of ancient dragon-man soldiers had also watched all of this in a daze; the Yanjang Zhidi that had once been there was utterly gone.

In its place was a great pit—a dark Abyss whose far side could not be seen after only a few steps of walking—and within this great pit one could faintly make out a stone pillar standing at its center.

At this moment, everyone knew that the Son of Heaven of Great Qin who had been inside—His Majesty—was gone!

At the same time, they had also faintly come to understand the final outcome of this punitive expedition.

What awaited them next was the wrath of the True Dragon.

Great Qin was in peril!

Countless thoughts stirred in countless hearts, and by now the full Burst of everything had already completely subsided.

At this point, that transparent barrier—which had also, without intending to, protected them—began to slowly dissipate.

At once, wave after wave of searing hot wind came sweeping in, jolting them out of their reverie.

"G-General, what should we do?"

At this moment, a dragon-man among the crowd spoke up, asking the burly great man leading them.

"I, we..."

However, the great man being questioned did not, for the moment, know what to do; he stared blankly at Empress Zhou Qingqing, who had fainted from the tremors at the end because her body had been too weak from fleeing.

After half a long while, amid the thunderous boom of a falling fireball—

his expression suddenly turned solemn as he recalled something; he immediately took out from his bosom one of the pouches His Majesty had given him to carry when ordering him to take the Empress away.

He opened it at once to look, and inside the pouch there was only a single piece of cloth bearing words written in blood.

He began to read it in silence.

Before long, having read everything, he let out a sigh, his expression somewhat complicated.

"Everyone, let us go—back to Di Du!"

"Though His Majesty is no longer with us, we still have the Empress!"

At this point, a large group representing the most powerful ancient dragon-men of Great Qin in this world departed, taking with them also that massive claw encased in Crystal that the "True Dragon" had taken particular interest in.

At this moment, the sky also began to rain down countless fireballs.

……

In a certain forest not far from Tiandu.

Hoo—

Hoo—

Rumble!

Rumble!!

Accompanied by violent whistling sounds one after another, countless terrifying fireballs like falling meteors slammed into the earth.

The first to be affected was this forest, the closest stretch to Tiandu; in an instant, after receiving the bombardment of countless meteor-fireballs—

the entire forest immediately began to burn with raging, inextinguishable flames.

A hundred beasts panicked, and driven by the fire, they spontaneously gathered together, forming a Beast Tide that fled in the direction opposite Tiandu.

At this moment, the Beast Tide had begun to appear.

And within this Beast Tide, a massive wyvern also watched the sky with unease as fireballs rained down without cease.

Even though it was the true sovereign of this stretch of forest, before this heavenly calamity it was still utterly fragile.

It glanced at the heavens, then lowered its enormous head to look at the several hatchlings in its nest that had only just been born not long ago, its eyes full of reluctance.

It could not leave — the hatchlings could not even open their eyes yet; without it they simply could not survive, and it could not carry so many hatchlings away on its own either.

Whoosh—!

At that moment, a whistling gust of wind rang out.

The wyvern had only just raised its head when it saw a huge fireball plummeting straight toward the nest where it was.

Roar!

With a dragon's roar, it spread its wings wide and kept spitting out fireball after fireball, struggling to detonate this fireball midair.

Yet along with the appearance of this one fireball, the surrounding fireballs grew ever denser.

No matter how powerful this wyvern was, no matter how hard it tried to intercept, it gradually began to exhaust itself.

In the end, a flicker of struggle passed through the wyvern's eyes; it flew back into the nest, closed its yellow-brown dragon eyes, and carefully picked up two hatchlings in its mouth before flying away from here.

It left behind three pitiful young dragons whose eyes had yet to open, unaware that they had already been abandoned by their mother.

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(End of this chapter)